My phone rang. I picked it up and checked the number. ‘Unknown.’
I answered anyway and someone coughed on the other end. “Is this Gerard Way?”
“Speaking,” I said shortly. The man coughed again.
“Please don't hang up on me. I know you think your brother died a long time ago...but you're wrong.”
I laughed bitterly. “Do you think this is funny?”
“No, because if you hang up now, I'm gonna lose the only family I have left. Geebe...I was placed in witness protection. They had to fake my death and no one could know. I'm so so sorry. I hated hurting you...please. If you're even slightly curious, meet me at the coffee shop on thirteenth today at one.”
The man hung up and I stared at the wall as Frank slipped in, carrying Luna as he walked over to me. I smiled slightly and pulled him down into my lap carefully, stroking Luna’s side. “Someone just called..”
“Mmhm?”
I sighed. “They claimed to be Mikey. Said he was in witness protection and they had to fake his death. And I can meet him in an hour.”
Frank looked at me seriously. “You need to go. Even if you really don't believe it. Because otherwise you'll wonder for the rest of your life. I'll go with you.”

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I sat down with Frank, holding his hand tightly. Luna was in her carrier at Frank’s side. “I love you..” Frankie leaned over and kissed me, and when we broke away, a tall, thin man was standing over me. I looked up at him and he pulled up a chair, sitting down. “Gerard.”
I blinked and clung to Frank, shivering. “Who are you?”
He took his dark sunglasses off and looked at me sadly. “Michael James Way. When you were four, you tried to run through a screen door and fell off the deck. When I was born, you tried to drop me down the stairs on purpose. When our cat died, you helped me bury him under the pear tree in the backyard. And you tried to pay my hospital bills when I got sick, but you couldn't do it. You were the best brother anyone could have asked for.”
Frank gently pulled his hand away from mine, rubbing it.
“What was the one thing Mum used to tell us before bed?”
“Goodnight, fuckers.”
I blinked and the tears spilled down my cheeks. Mikey smiled slightly. “I've missed you so bad.”
I slapped his chest angrily. “Why the fuck didn't you tell me! I was at your grave yesterday! Arsehole!”
Frank grabbed my arm gently. “Easy, Geebear. Shh..”
I relaxed slightly and Mikey sighed. “I saw a guy get shot in the hospital, it was a gang thing. The FBI were involved and rushed me off because I was their only hope of actually locking the guy up. It just...took longer to catch him than they thought. If I'd have told you, it would have put you in danger. I only just testified and the gang has been dissolved..”
I sniffed and tackled him in a hug, burying my face in my brother’s neck. “Holy fucking shit I missed you!”
He laughed and hugged me back, stroking my hair slowly. “I kinda got the idea you've been up to a lot lately. Can we go to your place?”

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I sat down on the couch, handing my brother a cup of coffee. Frank was in the nursery with Luna.
“So...a kid and everything? You’ve been busy..”
I smiled a little sadly and looked up as Frank walked into the living room. “She’s down for a nap, Gee. Mind if I sit?”
I patted the couch next to me and he curled up against my side as I started to explain everything.
By the time I was finished, Frank was asleep and Mikey looked dazed. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”
I shrugged and ran my fingers through Frank’s hair. “Yeah. I’ve got stuff to focus on and look forward to, with this one and Luna.”
“I must admit, I never pegged you for a family man, Gerard,” Mikey chuckled. “But you were pretty young when I last saw you. And my judgment must be way off, cause I didn’t think I was ever gonna get married.”
He showed me the ring and I blinked. “You’re engaged?”
Mikey nodded, blushing bright red. “Mhm.”
I rubbed Frank’s arm as he stirred. “To who?”
Mikey held up a finger and slipped his phone out of his pocket to take a call. I could hear him talking in the kitchen.
“Pete...calm down. I’ll be home soon….mhm...okay. Deep breaths, okay? Alright. I love you.”
He wandered back in, sighing. “My fiance is Pete Wentz, he’s-”
“A lawyer,” I interrupted quietly. “He was my lawyer when I went to prison.”
Mikey blinked. “Wow. Small world, huh? He’s a sweetheart, anyway. We don’t have kids, we have lots of cats.” I nodded slightly and poked Frank gently. “God, I wish sometimes. Shoulda gotten a dog. Or used a condom.”
MIkey rolled his eyes. “Always the smart one, weren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Nah, I don’t mind at all really. But Frank won’t ever ever have an abortion.” Mikey tilted his head. “Why not?”
I glanced at my sleeping husband and stroked his hair, pulling him closer to me protectively. “He was abused from when he was two to about twenty. Sixteen years by his dad, and the last two by the whole world, pretty much. His dad forced him to get abortions, I think the count racked up to six or seven between when he was twelve and eighteen. And then he ended up in a brothel...it's all just a huge mess. I got him out of it and...he loves me. And I love him. I'm not gonna make him do anything with his body he doesn't wanna do,” I said firmly. Mikey rubbed my shoulder.
“You grew up into a really good guy, y’know. Frank’s lucky.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No, I'm the lucky one. Look at him.”
I waved a hand and Mikey grinned. “He is beautiful. Gee...I'm gonna have to go. I'm really sorry, but Pete is having this huge panic over a file he can't find, and I need to be in for work soon.”

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Frank woke up close to an hour later, groaning as he stretched. I leaned over and kissed him softly, stroking his hair back from his face. “Hey. Luna’s still out, hon. You wanna take a bath?”
He nodded sleepily and I helped him up. “Mikey’s gonna take us out to dinner tomorrow night, I asked Angelo to baby sit and he said he'd love to..”

Notes

Competition is over!
daughter of the dead won, and has already claimed the prize, thank you to those who guessed!