When Gerard woke up, he firstly panicked because he thought was blind. After a few seconds though,he realized that he had a scarf or something wrapped around his face so that he couldn't see. His hands were still bound together, but he wasn't tied down to anything. "What's going on?" he asked the blackness. He was half expecting not to get an answer, and that he would just be left in the dark to perform some impossible task all by himself. He did get an answer though, and it made his skin crawl.

"Gee?"

Gerard could have recognized that high pitched voice anywhere, and it made him grin. "Fuck, Ray! What... what's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Ray said. "I don't know... shit, Gerard... do you think that.... do you think they're gonna kill us?"

Gerard snorted. "I doubt it. It's probably just someone playing a prank on us,"

There was a brief silence before Ray spoke again. "Are Frank and Mikey here?"

As if on cue, both of the boys heard a door open, and a series of annoyed yells. "Fucking, get 'offa me you fucking dick! Shit, ow! My balls, shit! Fuck, let... let go!"

Gerard then got to feel incredibly nervous because Frank had apparently just been thrown in with him and Ray. "Frank?" the small man asked cautiously.

"Gerard? Shit!" Frank lurched forward and landed on top of the brunette. "Is that you? Gerard?"

"Yeah, it's me. What's going on?"

"I-I don't know..." Frank clumsily pawed around, climbing off of his ex band member. "Is Mikey here? Ray?"

"Here," Ray said, gritting his teeth.

They all heard the door open again. Each of the boys froze. Somebody was thrown into the room, and a loud thud echoed around the small room. "Ow..." they heard a small voice.

"Mikey!" they all exclaimed in glee.

"Huh? I don't... Gerard?" suddenly, the older Way brother could see again. He was face to face with his younger sibling.

"Shit, thanks," he said as Mikey threw a red tie to the ground. Gerard stared at it for a moment.

"Hey, over here!" Frank called, desperate to have the ability to use his eyes again.

It took a good ten minutes of pushing, shoving and swearing, but eventually each member of My Chemical Romance was free of all blind folds and ropes. After that, they all took a moment to take each other in. They hadn't all been together at once for a long time, and it felt strange. Frank was staring at Gerard who had recently gotten green highlights in his hair, and Ray was staring at Mikey who had decided to start wearing glasses again. "This is fucking weird," Gerard was the first to speak. He then frowned as he looked at his surroundings. "Wait," he lifted a hand, gesturing for the others not to say anything. "This is my old bedroom,"

"What?" Frank was also frowning now. "Shit, yeah it is!"

"I was in California..." Mikey mumbled. "Gee, we've just gone across the whole fucking states,"

Gerard blinked, trying to process all of the information that was being hammered into his brain. He had to make a double take on the small basement. Undeniably, this was the same place he had lived in for the first twenty five years of his life. Doom Patrol comics were scattered across the floor, and Gerard could see three sticks of eyeliner just lying on the bed. "We're in New Jersey..." he mumbled. "Why are we in New Jersey...?"

"Dude, take a look at this," Ray was looking at a slip of paper he had found. "It says... shit. It says..." he cleared his throat before speaking. "Your fans are worried about you. There is a cell phone in the second drawer beside the bed. Take a video confirming that you are not in any danger. Don't bother saying anything about your location, I can edit it out with ease. You have a one minute limit, and then you must send it to the only number in your contacts,"

Frank gulped. "Well, at least they're thinking about the fans,"

"This is.. insane," Gerard mumbled, raking a hand through his messy brown hair. "Why is this happening?"

"They want us to get back together," Mikey pointed out.

Gerard stiffened, and shook his head. "That can't happen. You know it can't, Mikes. I'm sorry,"

"But-"

"No. It can't. You all know that. We've talked about this," Gerard felt guilt churning in his stomach as Mikey nodded then stared at the ground. Frank chewed his lip uncomfortably, whilst Ray began fumbling through Gerard's drawers.

"You have some right crap in here," Ray said, pulling out a Hentai magazine. Gerard's cheeks burned crimson red as he stared at the naked anime character on the cover. Frank laughed, and snatched it from Ray before inspecting it.

"You used to be such a fucking pervert, oh my God..." Frank couldn't control himself. His inked fingers swiftly flicked through the pages, and he nodded approvingly every now and then.

"Guys, let's stop looking at my brother's porn and get back to the point. We got kidnapped, remember?" Mikey was as embarrassed as Gerard as he tried to keep his poker face in check.

"Hey, we have a text," Ray said as he retrieved the phone. "Gerard, you've gotta dye your hair black," Ray pointed over towards the wardrobe. "There's everything you need to dye in there. Apparently there is a sink in here somewhere too..."

"Yeah, it's there," Gerard pointed awkwardly over to the basin by the washing machine. "We were gonna get it taken out, but my Dad couldn't be assed,"

"Oh, I like your hair black," Frank waggled his eyebrows at Gerard.

"Hey, Frank. You gotta get your Revenge cut," Ray said, staring at the cell. He kept on scrolling through the text message. "And Mikey... you've gotta straighten your hair... and apparently there are some clothes we gotta change into,"

"Can we safely assume that our kidnapper has an obsession with our second record?" Frank said, secretly incredibly happy because he loved Three Cheers, and the mohecain he had throughout it. His current hair was maybe a little too short for it to work out properly, but he didn't care. It was going to be awesome.

Mikey began digging through Gerard's wardrobe, which wasn't filled with it's usual assortment of Misfits shirts. Instead, he came face to face with what appeared to be the outfits that they all wore in their Helena music video. "This is kinda cool, I gotta admit," Mikey confessed. "I've really missed Revenge,"

"Do I get to do the hair cutting?" Ray asked, reaching past the younger Way to grab a few different bottles. "Please tell me I can do the hair cutting,"

"I don't trust anyone else," Frank admitted. "Remember that time you shaved my sides off? Dude, that was sick,"

Ray beamed. "I do my best,"

Half an hour later, Mikey was looking much more like his past twenty two year old self with his straightened hair, and Ray was walking around with shampoo products whilst wearing a bullet proof vest. "I'm nervous," Gerard admitted, grimacing.

"Don't worry, I'm only dying it," Ray rolled his eyes. Gerard let out a sigh.

"Not about that, I mean... what's gonna happen to us?" he turned around to look at his fro headed friend. "He's not gonna keep us in here forever, is he?"

"I hope not," Frank said. "I miss my dogs. And my kids..."

The reality of the situation managed to catch up with them just a little right then. They all missed everyone. What seemed strange though, was that they were all kind of happy about being trapped in a tiny room with each other. It reminded them of their days as just a small band from Jersey, trying to get gigs wherever they could.

"Okay, Gee. Gonna do the hair now," Ray announced as he approached Gerard with several different bottles. Suddenly, Gerard was nervous about his hair.

When Ray was finished, Gerard looked pretty damn strange. His hair wasn't long enough to make it look as if he had just stepped out of 2004, but it did make him fit the era more now that he had his trademark black shirt and red tie quipped. "Pass me my eyeliner," Gerard ordered. Frank squealed with excitement.

"Sorry, I just love it when you wear make up," he confessed nervously. "You're hot when you do,"

"Don't let Lindsey hear you say that," Gerard rolled his eyes. "She got pretty jealous once,"

"Shit, that was scary," Mikey recalled the memory. "She said that she would ban you from coffee if she caught you two flirting again,"

Ray laughed, shaking his head at his incredibly gay friends. "Here," he passed Gerard the black pencil.

Carefully, Gerard leant forward towards the mirror and began to apply a messy black line around his right eye. He smudged it in, and heard Frank laugh at him when he scowled in annoyance. "That's why I used eyeshadow," the tiny man said. "So much easier,"

Gerard ignored him, and finished doing his eyes. He turned to face the others who nodded in approval. Especially Frank. Frank seemed to be very keen on seeing his ex-boyfriend covered in guyliner. "Your turn," Gerard said to Frank as he stood up. Frank rubbed his hands together before nodding, and plonking himself down on the chair.

Like usual, Frank squealed through out the whole shaving process. This happened every time he got his hair done, and Gerard honestly thought it was kind of cute. When the transformation was complete, Frank also ordered to have some eyeliner delivered to him. Mikey was the one to fetch it for him, along with some of Gerard's red eyeshadow. "Sweet," Frank grinned as he smudged the scarlette powder around his eyes. "I'm sure this is mine. Did I leave this here?"

"Maybe like, ten years ago," Gerard chuckled as Frank began to draw crossed through his eyes.

"Shit, I want my lip ring back," Frank groaned as he inspected himself in the mirror. He poked at his mouth, frowning in disapproval at it. His piercing had healed up though, and Frank decided that he was going to get it redone the minute this whole things was over.

"Is that it then?" Gerard asked, glancing around at his fellow ex-band members. They all looked as if they had just stepped out of the church that they filmed Helena in. Fuck, Gerard could only begin to imagine how the fans were going to react to the video they were about to make. Gerard didn't want to think about all of the fanfictions it was going to inspire.

"Guys, what are we gonna say?" Frank asked. "We can't just say that we've been kidnapped,"

"Sure we can," Mikey frowned. "It's the truth,"

"Let's just record and see what happens, okay? That's what we used to do when we'd make a new song, right?" Frank snatched the phone from Ray's hands. "Right, it's gonna be recording any second now, go sit on the bed," they all quickly scrambled around then sat side by side after Frank propped the phone against one of Gerard's stacks of CD's.

"Hey, were My Chem!" Frank said with a grin as he waved. Gerard sighed.

"Guys, we've ah... been kidnapped? I guess they did take us alive, huh..." the now raven haired man looked thoughtful. "Anyway, we're okay, I promise, but..." he trailed off.

"Killjoys, you gotta stay strong," Mikey took the lead. "No matter what happens, you guys keep making noise,"

"Yeah. All you in the MCRmy, don't let anybody fuck with you. We're all gonna make it out of here in one piece, don't worry," Ray decided that he had better say something or bitching would seriously commence.

"Please, guys. Stay strong. We need you to stay strong, just keep on singing," Gerard said sincerely. Frank just laughed.

"I hope you're all doing great! Jamia! I love you! Cherry, Lily, I love you so much babies! And you Miles, I love you so much, Daddy loves you all!" Frank was beaming, doing his best to lighten the atmosphere.

"Bandit sweetie," Gerard said, aware that they only had a few short moments left. "I promise I'm going to be okay. Look after Mommy, will you?" they had to end it soon. Firstly because they had about fifteen seconds left, and because Gerard was about to burst into tears.

"I love you, Christa," Ray said seriously. "Stay strong for me, babe,"

Mikey's turn next. "Sarah..." he mumbled. "I love you, but..." he looked down for a moment. "Alica, I swear to you, this has opened my eyes. I love you,"

Their time was up.