Who are you?...Who am I? (RE-WRITE!)

~time stamp- two months later, Thanksgiving~

Gerard wished that he remembered all of his life from before he was taken, but he was getting more and more memories back every day, and each one was bringing him closer to Frank and their life together. Unfortunately, he was also getting more memories back from his time in Bob's evil clutches. Every night it seemed that a new glimpse of his missing five years would reveal itself to him in his nightmares. Sometimes he would see Bob's face glaring down at him, while other times he would still appear faceless...just a blur or a mask. Gerard had tried hypnotherapy with Dr. Urie, but still things were unclear most of the time. Dr. Urie said that this was to be expected after all Gerard had gone through, but that didn’t exactly make it easier to deal with.

Physically, Gerard was healing well now. He had put on enough weight that he no longer resembled a walking skeleton, and he was able to eat more than a dozen bites without feeling full...it was good progress and his doctors were pleased. Psychologically, he still had a ways to go. He still jumped at loud noises, still hated crowds or being on his own, and he was terrified of the dark...but Frank was doing all he could to help him through things.

Frank was working from home most days now, though on rare occasions he still had to go into the studio he managed. Gerard usually went with him and stayed in his office with comics to read and music to listen to, but a couple of times that hadn’t been possible and he had reluctantly agreed to visit with Mikey and Pete. He was still a little nervous around them, but no more than he was around anyone who wasn’t Frank.

"What time did they say they were coming?"

Gerard asked softly as he set the table for their Thanksgiving meal. They had invited Mikey and Pete, and were going the whole nine yards with turkey, yams, cranberry sauce and all the other things they associated with the holiday. Frank paused as he stirred the sauce to look at his watch.

"They should be here any minute now. Have you taken your pills baby?"

"Mhmm..."

Gerard hummed and nodded.

"Ten minutes ago."

Dr. Urie had put Gerard on antidepressants and also given him some very mild sedatives to take if he knew he was going into a stressful situation...and God knows a family meal can certainly be that. Frank smiled gently at him before turning his attention back to the sauce he was making...he didn’t want it to burn. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the front door. Gerard jumped, a small squeak escaping his lips and his eyes going wide.

"It’s ok baby, it’s probably just Mikey and Pete. Could you take over here while I go let them in?"

Gerard let out a nervous giggle, forcing himself to relax as he took the spoon from Frank’s hand and accepted a soft kiss on the lips. Frank reached up to tuck a strand of Gerard’s hair behind his ear affectionately, then left the kitchen to go greet their guests. Gerard could feel his heart racing, but it was starting to calm down. Familiar voices drifted to his ears as he concentrated on stirring the pot. Three sets of footsteps approached the room, then entered.

"Hi Gee, happy Thanksgiving."

Gerard turned his head and smiled shyly at his brother.

"Hi. Yeah, happy Thanksgiving to you t-too Mikey, Pete."

"We brought pie!..."

Pete exclaimed with a big grin on his face as he held out two covered pie dishes proudly.

"I made them myself!"

"You baked?!..."

Frank asked incredulously...but with a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Are they edible?"

"Asshole..."

Pete muttered with a pout, though he knew Frank was only teasing.

"Of course they're edible...they’re chocolate cream."

Frank grinned wide, making grabby hands for the pies which made everyone laugh.

"Thanks Pete. I’m glad you didn’t do pumpkin, I think I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime."

Pete chuckled.

"No problems, I knew you’d prefer chocolate anyway..."

He turned to Gerard with a grin.

"You too Gee."

Gerard looked up shyly as he took the sauce off of the stovetop.

"Thank you P-Pete. I l-love chocolate."

Frank slid the pies into the fridge, noting that one cover had his and Gerard’s name on, while the other said Mikey & Pete, with the word rum in brackets. He then moved to Gerard’s side, gently placing his hand on the small of the younger man's back, steadying him.

"I think we’re nearly ready. Why don’t you guys go sit down, Gee and I will be through in a minute."

Mikey and Pete agreed and headed through to the dining room.

"Th-thanks Frankie. I j-just need a moment."

Frank smiled softly, kissing Gerard’s cheek.

"Take all the time you need baby, I’m right here."

After a few minutes of Gerard calming his breathing and Frank tending to the last few things they needed for dinner, they both took a couple of serving dishes each and headed through to join Mikey and Pete.

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"Oh my God, I’m soooo full!...I don’t think I could manage another bite."

Frank groaned, leaning back in his chair to rub his belly. Mikey chuckled.

"Same, but it was good. You sure you never cooked a turkey before Frank?"

Frank shook his head, a satisfied and sleepy grin on his face.

"Nope, first time..."

He looked at Gerard who looked to be a minute away from slipping into a food coma. He smiled fondly.

"You ok there baby?"

"Huh?...oh, yeah. Just full."

Frank reached over and took Gerard’s hand, lifting it to his lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

"Why don’t you go sit down and rest a while...I’ll clear up."

Gerard was struggling to keep his eyes open. He felt blissfully full.

"M'kay."

He mumbled, but made no effort to move. Frank chuckled, realising that he didn’t really feel much like getting up himself either. He looked over at Pete.

"That really was a great pie. You’ll have to give me the recipe."

Pete smirked.

"You liked it?..."

He watched Frank’s eyes flutter, then looked at Gerard to see that his eyes were already closed and his head was flopped back onto the back of the chair. Frank nodded sleepily.

"That’s good. I was worried that I put too much sedative in and you’d be able to taste it."

Frank frowned and struggled to open his eyes...he couldn’t have heard that right...right?

"Huh?"

He mumbled unintelligibly, feeling his consciousness slipping away. He heard the scrape of chair legs against the wooden floor, then felt warm breath against his right ear.

"You see Frank, we thought you would give up looking for Gerard last time..."

Mikey said quietly, his fingers playing with Frank’s hair absentmindedly.

"We thought we wouldn’t have to deal with you, but you just wouldn’t let it go."

Pete moved to Frank’s left and leaned in to murmur in his ear.

"Finding Bob was a wonderful bit of luck for us. He wanted you and hated Gerard, so he was the perfect person to take the blame."

"And now..."

Mikey whispered, caressing Frank’s cheek with his fingertips.

"We have you both."

Frank felt a tear slip from his eye to roll down his cheek as darkness descended on him...he didn’t know why this was happening, but somehow he knew that he and Gerard would never see the light of day again.

THE END!

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So this is the end, and I can’t promise you’ll like me after you’ve read it...but this was ALWAYS the way I was going to finish this fic.

There will not be a sequel, so please don’t ask. I’ve been working on this fic for a really long time and it’s finally finished, so now I can get on with something else.

Hope you enjoyed this ;)



Until I see you again...PLEASE COMMENTand peace out babies!
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