I'm truly just bored so ya. I know I didn't get a lot of the terminology correct. I wrote this on my phone so a lot of things might be jacked up.

Party Poison was never really committed to anybody, except his family of Killjoys. He understand what was so different about this one man in the beginning. He understands now.

Poison had heard of the rising band before. The supposed voice of the rebellion. So he decided to pay them a visit one day. While on this visit he planed to hook up with some random chick, relieve the tension that had built up. Kill two birds with one stone.

He drove until he deemed it close enough and stashed his car. Poison walked the rest of the dusty road to the bar in the Zones. The energetic music could be heard from where he was.

Upon entering, he was greeted with the sight of a jumpy man that kinda resembled him bouncing around the stage screaming lyrics as the band played. About 100 people had gathered in the bad that he thought could only hold about 80 to see this. Poison carefully wove through to the bar. He easily caught he attention of the female bartender, who just placed the only drink they had in front of him. She lingered longer than he would have liked.

He emptied the metal cup with one gulp, savoring info the familiar burn of alcohol in the back of his mouth. He leaned against the bar to watch the man catch some of the outstretched hands.

Not too long after Poison heard the screams. People were yelling about dracs. It was an unsuspected raid. The band quickly stopped playing and rushed to leave. Poison snuck out behind the bar into an alley. He decided to wait until he could make a clean getaway to his car. He knew he couldn't take on all the dracs on his own. The screams got louder as he recognized the pops of ray guns.

Then something he didn't suspect happened. The singer of the band playing silently slipped out the same door he used. He recognized the panicked look on his face. The black haired man froze after seeing Poison leaned on the opposite wall. Poison smirked and placed a finger on his lips. The dracs were starting to clear out. Only another 5 minuets until they were all gone.

By now the singer was sitting on the ground with his arms warped tightly around his knees, looking too innocent for what he was. Poison walked over to him and leaned down, grabbing his forearms and gently pulling him up

"Come on. We're leaving. You'll be fine." Poison whispered things he thought would get him to stand. He did. "So what's you name, sugar?"

He slowly looked up to Poison's face. "Gerard"

"Well Gerard, come on." Poison gently took his hand and led him out of the alley towards his car.

Poison took Gerard to a near by safe area since he thought taking back to everybody else wouldn't be a good idea. He and Gerard got out and Poison led him into the once hotel to the room of the second floor the he head deemed best a while ago.

They sat side by side against the wall sharing a can of Power Pup when Poison decides to break the silence. "So what did you see?"

Gerard looked over to him confused

"Oh come on, I know that look you had. You saw something." He went back to eating.

Gerard was silent for a moment before responding. "They killed them" His voiced cracked. "Mikey. Frank. Ray. There all dead." He covered his mouth with his hand before silent tears started to pour over.

"Were they your band?" He knew it was insensitive but when was he sensitive? Gerard just nodded.

"Mikey was my brother too. I'm actually alone now." He placed his head between his knees.

Poison knew the short conversation was over already. Instead of talking he picked Gerard up and laid him on the dirty bed. "Try to sleep, alright?" Poison let go of his hand and turned to leave but Gerard grabbed his wrist before he could get far.

"Please don't go." He had stopped crying but there were still tear stains on his pale cheeks. Poison nodded after a moment and pealed his leather jacket off, revealing clothing Gerard didn't think could be classified as a shirt. The sleeve holes, or cuts, went past his ribs. Poison tugged his and Gerard's shoes off and pit them with his jacket. Poison curled up behind Gerard, his arms weaving protectively around Gerard's middle. "I never did get you name."

"Party Poison. You better get used to the name." Poison tucked his face in Gerard's neck inhaling his scent. He could smell he old sweat smell but underneath was something sweeter.

Poison knew he shouldn't trust Gerard, at all but what the hell.

Poison used to not understand what so different about Gerard in he beginning but he knows now. He knows how after everything, losing all family and everything close to family, Gerard won't lay down and die. He still wants to make a difference in the world even if he can't do it musically anymore after watching his band get shot.

Then he didn't know that he would do anything for him. He didn't know how much he would grow to love Gerard.

This originally had smut, like a LOT. So ya, let that sink in. Pun intended.