After The Break Up

Frank's P.O.V

Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>>

One hour later.

I stared out the window. Where is he? I miss him so much. Hopefully we can talk. Sort thing's out. Maybe start again. I hope so. I freeze up as I see a red car stop near the back of the bus. Gerard shakes the drivers hand and climbs out. Fan's rush toward him straight away.
"Gerards being harassed by fans." I tell Brian, not taking my eyes off Gerard. He looks tired. But he's still fucking hot.

Gerard's P.O.V

As soon as I get out the car, fan's rush towards me. Some are wearing to shirt's with a pink monkey on and a guy ih a blue suit that looks familiar.
"Gerard?" One fan said. "Is Lola going to join you on tour?"
I frown. Who the fuck is Lola? "Who?" I ask.
Everyone goes quiet and stare at me in shock. I run a hand through my hair.
"Gerard was kidnapped as you all know." A older looking Brian edged past the fan's to grab my arm. "He has unfortunately lost some of his memory. As has Mikey. They don't recall anything past 2012. Please bear with them as we work through this. A official statement will be released shortly."
"I'm sorry, Gerard." A red headed fan muttered, tears in her eye's. "Get well soon. We all support you. We'll back off until your better."
She looks so sad that I pull her into a hug. "Thank you." I said as I pulled away.. "I really appreciate it." I look at Brian. "I could at least sign some autographs and get pics can't I?"
He sighs but back's up.
The girl smiles and I get busy signing and posing for pictures. It's another half an hour before I get on the bus. I spot a older looking Mikey. I frown at him and he frowns at me.
"You look...good." I eventually tell him.
He laughs. "So do you." He pulls me into a hug.
"Good to have you back, G-man." Bob? says. I look at him.
"You look older." I state.
Bob laughs. "No shit, Sherlock."
I turn to Ray. "Your fro's got bigger."
He laughs. "Cheers."
"Hey, Gerard." I turn to see Frank. He still looks sexy as fuck.
"Hey." I try to act normal. "I guess five years didn't help your height. Your still pint sized."
Frank laughed. "Love you too."
I laugh. God I wish he did love me too. I've always loved him. I froze as I heard a song come on the TV. It was my voice. I walked past Frank to the lounge area. I sat on the couch. The guy on the screen was the guy from the fan's t-shirt.
"...Cos we don't need no shows."
That's definitely my voice. So that's me? Then the pink monkey from the t-shirt flashed across the screen, briefly. I frown. This is fucking freaky. It's like looking into the future. But it's not the future. Apparently it's the present. I've lost five years of my life. What happened during those five years? When did I go solo? And if I'm a solo artist now, why was I on tour with mcr? What colour is my hair now? I can't see it without a mirror, obviously. When did Bob come back? When did Brian come back? Where's Lyn-z? What about Bandit? She'd be like eight or nine now. I've missed so much.
"...It's not love if it's just fucking."
I focus back on the screen. Those word's are so true. I'm not in love with Lyn-z. I'm in love with Frank. But he's never going to feel the same about me. What the fuck am I going to do?
I look around as Mikey sits next to me.
"Believe me, I know how you feel." He said, pulling me into a hug. "I was freaked when I found out too. I still don't remember the kidnapping." I pull away and frown at him.
"Kidnapping?" I asked.
"According to the other's, we broke down and were snatched as we stretched our legs." He explained. "We didn't see them coming because we were leaning our heads against the bus with our eyes closed."
I put my head in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. "What the fuck happened to us?"
"I don't know, bruv. I wish I did."
I sigh loudly. "When do we go home?Lyn-z and Bandit will probably be worried."
"Your divorced."
My head snaps round to look at him. "What?"
He sighs. "You both realised that you loved someone else." He explained. "So you got a divorce. She's still okay with you though."
"Does...the person know that I ...love them?" I asked quietly.
"Yes I do."
My head snaps round as Frank walks in and sits across from me. I gulp. Fuck.
"I divorced Jamia a while ago because I was in love with someone else too." He said, watching me. "I've always been in love with someone else."
My heart drops. Mikey leaves the room. I look down at my hands swinging loosely between my knees.
"I fell in love with him when I first saw him." He said. Him? "I made a thing about touching him and kissing him when he sang as the lead vocalist for our band."
My head shot up. I looked into his eyes. He smiled back at me.
"I even got together with him." The smile went. "Till Jamia miss took what I said to her in a conversation."
I shook my head. "Frank?"
He smiled at me again. "Yes, Gerard." He said. "It is you. I love you."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Doctor's here." Brian said, interrupting us.
I watched as the grey haired woman sat down beside me. She smiled as she opened her bag. I watched her hand as she moved various objects. Then I shot to my feet as I saw a knife AND a needle. I backed up, staring at them. Her hand froze. I saw visions of blood on them. My arm being cut. Mikey being cut.

Frank's P.O.V

I watched as Gerard backed as far away from the doctor as possible. He was staring at the bag. Everyone watched him. The doctor, Brian, Ray, Bob and me. I move to go to Gerard. But the doctor puts her hand up.
"He's remembering something." She said.
Mikey walks in. He walks to stand next to Gerard. He follows his line of vision and freezes. They grab each other's hand as they back up as far as they can, eyes still on the bag.
"I thought it could have been the need." Brian states. "Because Gerard is petrified of them. But Mikey isn't."
The doctor picks up the needle and watches their reaction. Both sets of eye's follow the needle but keep glancing back at the bag. She pockets the needle. They look back at the bag. She reaches in to remove a knife. Their eye's widen. Mikey wimpers. Gerard hugs him tightly, not taking his eyes off the knife. The doctor stands up. Gerard drops to the floor and pushes Mikey behind him slightly, on the floor, in protection mode. His eyes still on the knife. Fear plastered on both faces.
"Gerard?" The doctors says sitting back down. "What happens with the knife?"
He opens his mouth, then closes it. He's quiet for a while. Just staring at the knife. "Cut." He said.
The doctor frowned. "Cut what, Gerard?"
Tears start to roll down his cheeks. "My arm. Mikey."
They cut them?
"What do you mean?"
"Two men." He started. "In masks. Cut my arm. Cut Mikey's arm."
"What about the needle, Gerard?"
"Used it to put us to sleep." He started getting really distressed. "I couldn't get to Mikey. I was tied up. She wouldn't let me go. I have to help Mikey. I have to help Mikey."
The doctor put the knife away and grabbed the needle again. She quickly filled it with some liquid. Mikey was getting distressed too. So she filled two needles and ordered us to hold them down. She injected them and they went limp, eyes closed.
"Put them in their bed's." She ordered. "They should sleep a while. Let the police know what he said. It's not much to go on. But it's a start."
We carry Mikey and Gerard to their bunks. I sit by Gerard and watch him sleep. What did they do to him? Who are they and why did they do it?

Notes

Okay. So a little info. But what happened to Gerard during that week? Love as always.xxx