"Fuck!" Was the first thing Frank uttered when he woke up: eyes widening to the extent that he found himself concerned with the matter of them even popping out of their sockets.

For a good few moments, he couldn't quite breathe, or process his surroundings, and for a good thirty seconds he had no idea where he was and what was going on and just why he was freaking the absolute fuck out.

"Frank?" This voice, however, he found himself recognising instantly: Gerard. He glanced up, focusing upon the man sat beside him: pink hair, and a concerned look in his eyes, and god knows what could possibly be going on in his head if Frank was freaking out so much himself. "Fuck, are you okay?"

Frank leaned back against the sofa, blinking excessively for a few seconds as he did all he could to calm himself down and steady his heartbeat. He glanced around the room, going over everything in too much detail, but knowing he needed the reassurance right now.

He was with Gerard, in Gerard's room, and he was safe, what he'd experienced, he'd experienced in his head, with Lindsey, and something she shouldn't have been able to see, but she could, because she'd gotten into his head and freaked him the absolute fuck out in doing, but he was okay, he was okay now.

He looked across at Gerard and nodded in response to his question, because now, yeah he was.

"What happened?" Gerard found himself asking, the amount of concern in his eyes making no sign of diminishing. "You look like you just had a heart attack or something? Did you have a bad dream or something?"

"I..." Frank began, taking a moment or two just to focus on breathing: inhale, exhale, and suddenly with enough oxygen to brain, everything seemed a little less frantic. "It's kind of..." He tried again, but still found himself unable to quite get the words out in a manner that made sense. "It wasn't a dream, but it was kind of like one."

Gerard raised his eyebrows, struggling to make sense of what Frank had just told him. "And what does that make it?"

"Well... okay... Lindsey..." Frank began, meeting Gerard's eyes, "I met Lindsey. And that doesn't make sense, but she got into my head, somehow, some witch thing, I'm assuming, she said it was a thing, something I could learn to do even. It was like in the same format as a dream but I felt very conscious in it: she and I were very real, but our surroundings, not so much. It's still confusing me, if I'm honest."

"I can imagine..." Gerard trailed off, picking up his cellphone and sending a text to Lindsey, inquiring as to what the fuck she'd done.

"I'm fine now. I guess it just freaked me out because it's the first time, and I'm not used to it, makes sense doesn't it?" Frank suggested, and Gerard found himself nodding, putting his phone back down on the table in order to give Frank his full attention.

"I guess it does, I'm still worried about you though, I mean, you really don't know what you're doing with all that power, and like maybe doing something like that so soon isn't the best idea?" Gerard suggested, doing all he could to mask the fact that he was perhaps overly concerned with Frank's wellbeing and dear god, if anything happened to him, Gerard just didn't know quite what he'd do.

"You're not the magic expert, or the badass powerful witch though, are you? That's Lindsey, and she won't have initiated it if she thought it was a bad idea, would she?" Frank raised a very valid point, but it by no means but a stop to Gerard's excess and slightly less than strictly heterosexual concern.

"Lindsey's a bit reckless." Gerard admitted, "I'm here to worry about you, it feels, and she's more than prepared to let me do that while she has all the magical fun with you-"

"That sounds kinda weird." Frank admitted, laughing a little, "but no, we can have fun too, anyway, her getting into my head wasn't all that fun, like I'm pretty sure she saw this memory that I really didn't want her too and like at first I couldn't stop it, and it was just... I don't know, weird?"

"Surely actual magic is more fun than reading textbooks though?" Gerard offered, eyebrows raised.

"Very unlikely that textbooks will get you killed though." And Frank had a very valid point. "But we could try some magic, if you want," he went on to suggest, "I'll just try my best not to fuck up again."

"I think if you start simple you'll have more success, like trying to move a book a centimeter instead of setting a building on fire, you know what I mean?" Gerard continued, leaving Frank to nod, "but I think now it's morning, we need to start with breakfast first, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess." Frank nodded, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Don't really wanna move though."

Gerard laughed at that, "do you want me to make you something?"

"Please. Some toast, just butter, would be lovely."

Gerard rolled his eyes, pretending to find himself extremely irritated by Frank's request as he got to his feet, of course, that couldn't be further from the truth.

Frank just sat there for a moment or two, before Gerard's phone, left on the table, lit up with a text from Lindsey, and well, let's just say that one of Frank's main weaknesses was his curious, and it was exactly that which had him glancing over his shoulder to ensure Gerard wasn't looking before picking up his phone and glancing at the message before him.

'He's fine. You need to stop it, but I know something for you - he totally has feelings for you.'

Frank's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to imagine Gerard's reaction to that text, and how Lindsey could have possibly come to such a conclusion and just like that, his head was beginning to burn up in panic.

And in turn, before Frank really knew what he was doing, the text message was deleted, and Gerard's phone placed back down on the table before he returned.

-

Lindsey was about ninety five percent sure that Frank was fine, but of course, Gerard was fretting over him, you know, in a totally heterosexual way? Because Gerard Way often tended to be heterosexual, didn't he?

There was no way around the fact that there was something there, and Gerard's inability to admit it was really no more than amusing to here - it was kind of cute, even, if not excessively pathetic.

But then again, kind of cute but excessively pathetic did kind of sum up Gerard in general, after all, he was definitely the worst vampire she'd ever met, and perhaps having dated the worst vampire in whole world was so pathetic it qualified as some form of achievement, but regardless of that, it was never going to be something she'd bother to brag about.

Not to anyone besides Alicia at least.

Who didn't mind on the claim that hearing how terrible Lindsey's ex-boyfriend was sort of helped her egos, because a vegan vampire didn't really set the standard terribly high, and for that, Alicia was grateful.

Alicia had moved in with Lindsey almost two months ago now, and she'd still never gotten entirely used to waking up next to her girlfriend everyday, and then sometimes making breakfast for her girlfriend, although Lindsey tended to do that, because Alicia had come to conclude that Lindsey was just genuinely one of those people who were just unbelievably excellent at anything, and Alicia just kind of laid there, basking in it, and thanking God (or perhaps Satan) for just how much of the time Lindsey spent at home just naked.

Lindsey looked incredibly good naked.

And Alicia was very, very, very gay for her, but she really wasn't alone in that.

Lindsey was also very, very, very gay for Alicia, so it was all fine, and well Alicia had even admitted her gay love so she'd already beaten Gerard who would perhaps easily spend his entire existence awkwardly swooning over Frank, or at least Lindsey reckoned so.

But Lindsey knew things, remember?

"So, he isn't dead then?" Alicia asked, glancing across the bed at Lindsey, who was tying her hair up into a ponytail as she weighed up the pros and cons of getting out of bed.

"Frank?" Lindsey raised her eyebrows, laughing a little, "no, Gerard would probably be here attempting to stab me right now if he was."

"Gerard couldn't kill you." Alicia let out a laugh, "there's no chance in hell that Gerard could kill you."

"Yeah, I know, but be nice, let him try." She grinned, brushing her fringe from her face and moving closer to Alicia. "It's kinda cute how much he cares about Frank, don't you think?"

"Kinda..." Alicia trailed off, a little apprehensive.

"You're obviously way cuter. Like we're way cuter than them." Lindsey grinned, meeting Alicia's gaze and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Well, for a start we're actually dating, aren't we?" Alicia pointed out the obvious, "do you seriously think that Gerard won't ever get the guts to tell Frank how he feels?"

Lindsey shrugged, "he could, but it's not likely. I mean when I dated him, I had to do all the work, and not just in admitting feelings..."

"Are you telling me that he's shit in bed?" Alicia exclaimed, her eyes widening unable to quite believe it. Lindsey nodded, biting her lip in order to hide a smile. "Frank's gonna be disappointed."

"I doubt they'll get that far." Lindsey commented, getting to her feet and grabbing her cellphone, surprised to find no reply from Gerard, "hmm... that's odd. I texted him, I fucking told him Frank liked him, I was trying to be helpful, don't be an ass about, Alicia, but he's seen it, not replied."

"So either, shit's going down or your message didn't send." Alicia added from the bed, admiring the view of Lindsey's ass from this angle, but who could blame her?

"I'm gonna message him again." Lindsey explained, sending out a quick, 'did you get my message?' before putting her phone back down and glancing across at Alicia, "do you want breakfast?"

"Yeah," she nodded, smiling, "that'd be lovely. Like you, you're lovely."

"You're a sap." Lindsey laughed, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over her head, much to Alicia's dislike, before making her way out to the kitchen.

Alicia lay back in bed, glancing up at the ceiling and the spider she noticed in one corner; she considered moving it outside, but really it wasn't doing any harm in its corner, and she was fucking lazy.

She wondered what she'd ever do without magic, being fucking lazy and all, like fuck, without Lindsey and magic, she'd actually have to do shit for herself - perhaps that was why Gerard seemed to be so generally incompetent, and perhaps she couldn't really blame him anymore.

Perhaps he did just need a little help, and she couldn't quite figure out as to why Lindsey didn't reply want to go over and help Frank directly, but she reckoned it was better not to question it; Lindsey didn't fuck around for no reason at all, and Alicia trusted her, and she trusted her enough to ignore her cellphone vibrating on the table beside her.

Well maybe, she trusted her enough to ignore it once, but the second time, but the third time, no. Alicia had a glance: just a glance.

The message was from an unknown number: 'This is Frank. Can you not make assumptions about me and send them to Gerard?'

Alicia's eyes widened at that, wondering if perhaps shit had gone down.

'Would you like it if I made up shit about you and sent it to your girlfriend?'

Alicia groaned, because she really couldn't deal with this shit right now, and she knew, she knew that Lindsey would make a mess out of this, and she knew that Lindsey needed to put the fact that Frank needed help first as opposed to what she thought of his and Gerard's 'relationship'.

And going by that logic, what she did was for the greater good.

Because what Alicia did was, unlock Lindsey's phone and text Frank back with an 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sent that,' waited for him to see it, then deleted the conversation and blocked the number.

And with a vaguely guilty sigh, she put Lindsey's phone back down, but really she'd thank her in the long term, wouldn't she?

-

Frank wasn't sure what to make of that, staring down at his cellphone and not really listening to what Gerard was saying, because suddenly all he cared about was what fucking Lindsey Ballato was saying about him.

Because it was clear right now that Lindsey was very easily one of the best people in the world or one of the worst, and Frank wasn't quite sure what to make of that as he threw his phone to the side and glanced back at Gerard, who only sat there looking vaguely amused.

"You like fucking crazy magic power and your main concern in life is your phone." He noted, pushing his hair behind his ears.

"That's not my fucking main concern." Frank rolled his eyes, appearing a little agitated in regards to such an accusation. "Jamia's my fucking main concern, don't you think?"

"Sorry." Gerard let out a sigh, "so do you wanna practice some basics now? Or are you like-"

"You know what?" Frank exclaimed, letting out a sigh, "can we just have today off, my head's a mess, I want to just relax, you know? Like could we go for a walk or something or is your skin going to peel off?"

Gerard groaned at the mental image, "it's raining today actually, so we could go whether you want."

"I've never liked the rain until I met you, you know? That's a fucking compliment as well." Frank's tone was evidently impatient and somewhat snappy, but he still seemed to be appreciative of Gerard's presence, and the vampire wasn't quite sure as to how that had happened, but he reckoned that questioning it might be pushing his luck.

The two made their way outside, Gerard in a hoodie long enough to cover his hands, and with his hood up, which made him look like some sort of angsty fourteen year old who'd just gone out on a particularly depressing walk after their girlfriend had just broken up with them or something - it was a vaguely amusing mental image, but what was easily more amusing was the fact that after Lindsey had broken up with Gerard, the aforementioned had indeed happened, granted Gerard wasn't fourteen, but it was close enough.

They made their way into the park, making vague small talk before sitting down on a bench at the park, the rain growing heavier and Gerard making vague comments about how his hair didn't need this, and then at some point, Frank leaning into his side, and then at some point later, Gerard putting his arm around him.

Which was quite gay.

"I'm sorry about..." Frank trailed off, his words half muffled into Gerard's shoulder, "we should be practicing right now, shouldn't we? I just... the whole Lindsey being in my head thing, it made me kind of uneasy, like I'd appreciate it if she could have mentioned it to me, or like warned me, fuck, it's just..." He trailed off, unable to quite find the words, "weird..."

"I get what you mean." Gerard smiled at him, "I promise you she doesn't mean any harm, though, I know Lindsey, and she's definitely quite intimidating, but she doesn't mean to be a bitch or anything."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, "I know. I just it's that, and, Jamia, and then college and everything else and I can't calm the fuck down half the time because I can't sleep well because I either have nightmares or weird personally invasive dream meetings with your ex-girlfriend, and that's not a sentence I thought I would say, but truth be told, I never thought I'd burn down the girls dorm, and... and... fuck.. fucking kill four... fucking people... so..." Frank let out a sigh, biting his bottom lip, "I really fucking fucked up there."

"It's not your fault." Gerard said, almost like instinct at this point, and yeah, Frank did tend to bring it up a lot, but it wasn't like Gerard blamed him for that either - Gerard didn't blame him for any of it, at all, and sometimes he wondered if he should, because he did indeed kill those girls, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

"You mean that, fuck, you mean that, don't you?" Frank stammered out, his eyes meeting Gerard's.

"Yeah, I do, because you're not someone who'd want to do that. You regret it, it was an accident, and Ray says it was an accident, and Ray just fucking knows things, so yeah, it was an accident." Gerard smiled a little at that, "doesn't matter what Lindsey might make of it, because she'll have an opinion - she always fucking has an opinion, and it's always fucking obnoxious as shit, and she never keeps it to herself."

"Yeah, I know." Frank nodded, thinking back to the message that perhaps, morally, he shouldn't have deleted.

Gerard raised his eyebrows, "what exactly did she say to you in that dream? Because I will go to her house and fucking kill her if she hurts you, I swear on my fucking life- well, technically, I'm dead, but you know what I mean."

"It's nothing, don't worry." Frank laughed a little, turning to flash Gerard a smile and noticing how cute he looked, if not somewhat pathetic, "I doubt you could kill her if you tried, I mean, she's a powerful witch."

"Well, you can kill her on my behalf, and I will be your beautiful sidekick-"

"Yeah, because that's what I'm fucking good at... killing people..." Frank let out a sigh, turning away from Gerard.

Gerard placed his hand on Frank's shoulder, "that's not what I fucking meant."

"I know," Frank bit his lip, "I just... it was my fault. It is. It is my fault. I caused, Gerard, come on, stop sugarcoating this shit for me, I'm not a little kid."

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