Oh Baby Let Me In

Frank's P.O.V. Brendon laughed as he hung up. My heart started racing. Not Gerard. No. "BOB." I shouted. Bob rushed in and frowned at me. "What's up?" I looked at him. "Brendon has Gerard." I said, panic still in my voice. "What do I do? He hurt him. I heard it before he hung up. He said he's going to do stuff to him if I don't turn up." Bob looked pissed off. "Jeremy will know what to do." He pointed out. "His Dad's a cop." I nodded. "Good idea." I scrolled down to Jeremy's number and called him. Ten minutes later I'm stood in front of Jeremy and his Dad as they made plans. I frowned as I listened. I can't fuck up. I won't let Gerard down. Forty-three minutes later, I'm stood outside the school. Brendon walked out, smiling. I clenched my fists in anger. "Your keen." Brendon mocked as he leaned against the door frame. "Must be love." "Where's Gerard?" I asked through gritted teeth. "What have you done to him? I swear if you've hurt him in any way...." Brendon laughed. "You'll what, Frank?" He mocked. "Cry like a little baby?" I tried to calm myself down. If I snap, Gerard will suffer. I won't let that happen. "Please. I just want to know if he's okay." I pleaded. I didn't care what he thought anymore. Only Gerard matters now. "Gerard's fine." Brendon smirked. "He's still innocent....for now." My head shot round as I heard a loud scream. That was unmistakably Gerard. "Fuck." Brendon looked scared. "He promised he wouldn't hurt him. We have to stop him." I rushed past him and into the building. "first right then first right again." Brendon instructed. I followed the directions. After I entered the room, I saw a ginger guy lunging towards Gerard. I was going to pounce, but Gerard twisted and used the opportunity to cut his hands free. He cried out in pain then noticed me in the doorway. He looked more angry than scared. He pounced on the guy, knocking him to the ground. His body landed on Gerard. They rolled around on the floor, struggling for the knife. I took the opportunity and shouted, "Red." Jeremy and his Dad led two other police officers into the room. Jeremy looked scared. "Gerard." He shouted. "Can anyone get a shot?" Jeremy's Dad shouted as he lined up with the other officers, guns aimed towards the struggle. "Don't hit Gerard." "No....fuck..." The blond, male cop cursed. "Gerard." I shouted. He has to be safe. He has to be okay. He cried out. Shit. He must have been hurt. Suddenly Gerard pushed the guy above him. Shots were fired. Blood splattered all over Gerard. He froze. I watched in horror as the guy's limp body fell on top of Gerard. Then Gerard passed out. I sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Jeremy, his Dad, Ray, Bob, Pete, Billie, Mark, the Ways and Mikey sat either crying or just figiting with worry. I looked around as I heard crying. Jeremy's Dad was hugging him as they both cried. "I know, son." He soothed. "You two have always been so close. He feels like my son too. Losing him would have been......I don't even want to think about it. But he's okay. He's safe." Jeremy pulled away to look at him. "If I ever lost him, I don't know what I'd do." He admitted. "He's my best friend. More of a brother. He's always been there, Dad. I could have lost him....." His Dad pulled him back into his arms as Mikey rushed over and joined them, tears rolling down his face. "We didn't lose him, Jezza." Mikey cried. "Thanks to your quick thinking and Jeremy's planning. You saved him. He's going to be okay. Thanks to you." Jeremy pulled away and wiped his eyes, turning to look at me. "You did good, Frank." He said. "You kept your cool. You called at the right time. I think you should see him first." He looked at Donna and Don. "If that's okay?" Donna smiled at me through her tears. But Don spoke first. "Jezza's right, Frank." He said. "You kept your cool and our boy is safe now. Your more than welcome to visit our home any time." "You can see Gerard first, honey." Donna added. "We'll give you some time alone with him." Gerard looked so....weak. I approached him, slowly. "Gerard, baby?" I said as I stopped by his side. "I was so worried about you. I thought you were going to....to die." He just stared above him, fear on his face. "But you did great. You fought back. I'm so proud of you." He didn't respond at all. I was getting really worried. "Talk to me, baby. Please talk to me." I put my hand on his cheek, hoping by touching him, he'd snap out of it. But he didn't. "I need to know your okay." I cried out. The door opened and the doctor walked in, followed by everyone from the waiting room. "He hasn't moved. He hasn't spoke. He just lays there and stares at the ceiling. What's wrong with him? Is he going to be okay." I asked, panicking. For over three hours, I laid by Gerard's side, on the bed, hugging him. I rubbed his arm as I talked to him. But I didn't get a reaction. The doctor said he was in shock. Understandable after what happened to him. I just have to make sure he knows I'm here. I'll keep talking to him. I won't leave his side. I want him to come round to my voice. I'm not going to move from his side. I don't care what the rules are. The last time I left him, he ended up here. I won't let anything happen to him again. No way. Bob's P.O.V. I watched Frank as he rambled on to Gerard. He stroked his arm as he tried to snap him out of it. He can deny it as much as he wants. But I know he loves Gerard. I've never seen him like this before. It's nice though. They look great together. I looked at Jeremy as he stared at Gerard. His eye's drooping, then he would jump a little to keep himself awake. He really love's Gerard too. At a guess I'd say he's blaming himself for what happened. Probably because he was asleep when Brendon grabbed Gerard. Poor guy. I just want to hug him. I know what your thinking. Who's the feminine one in this relationship? Fact is, there isn't one. Who set the rules saying there has to be? Wait a minute. Relationship? Is there a relationship? Don't suppose I should be thinking of that right now. Not when Frank and Jeremy need me.

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