Unexpected Chapter 7

In the morning there was a thumping at the door that started to put Frank out of sleep and he was trying to fight it with all his might. During the night him and Gerard had become this tangle of limbs, warm with the covers pulled above their heads and he was quite content staying that way for the rest of his days. Or at least until he really had to piss. "Frank! Gerard! Open the fuck up!" It was definitely Ray's voice filtering through the door. Frank groaned and pressed closer to Gerard's body, which was flinching a bit at Ray's bangs on the door.

"Go away, Toro" Frank said, loud enough for Ray to hear.  Gerard was awake now, but he was playing the 'I'm not awake if my eyes are still closed' game that Frank did a lot when he was a kid."It's too early to be awake." It was probably eleven or something like that, but anything before one was too early for Frank. The banging didn't stop though and Frank finally pulled enough energy to pull himself from Gerard's warmth, earning him a mumbled 'don't', before making his way to the door. He shivered at the sudden temperature change and glanced at his pants, considering. He didn't feel like making the effort though and figured he probably would just end up crawling back into bed with Gerard once he found out what the fuck Ray wanted. He put on his best annoyed face and swung open the door with a little too much force. "What?" he snapped. Ray held up a newspaper, opened to the Entertainment section. He looked like he seriously just jumped out of bed in a rush, still wearing pj bottoms and wrinkled tee with no shoes.

"We have a problem." Ray said, worry edging his tone, and pointed to the headline that read 'Pregnant Rock Star Ends Up In Hospital' with a picture of a kind of blurry Gerard mid-tumble along with a professional picture of My Chemical Romance. Frank's eyes grew as big as fucking dinner plates.

"Fuck." He said in a hushed tone, grabbing the paper from Ray's hands. He stared at it for a few more moments. "Fuck!" This time it was a loud shout and Frank started to shake the paper in his hands as if it would make the story shake off the page and onto the carpet below.  Gerard sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket off of his face and looking over to where Ray and Frank stood.

"What's wrong?" he asked and Frank walked over to the bed, turning the paper. Gerard's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he saw the picture of himself. He snatched the paper from Frank's hands, much like Frank had done to Ray, and began to read the article out loud. "Rocker Gerard Way, from the band My Chemical Romance, was rushed to the hospital after a slip onstage during a last night concert that ended with a laceration to his forehead. Fans were instructed to evacuate the venue before the singer was lifted on a stretcher into a waiting ambulance before being driven to the local hospital. A source at the hospital, who wishes to remain unnamed, confirmed that Mr. Way is five months pregnant and the fall caused no trauma to the unborn child." Gerard's rose as he spoke the words and he was almost screaming as he finished. When he looked up, he felt his head getting light with panic. "Oh my god. Oh my god!" It was then Mikey came running through the doorway, clutching his laptop to his chest.

"Gerard." He said as he flipped it open to expose a website, pretty much saying the same thing the newspaper had said. "It's everywhere. All the fans are freaking out." He explained in a rush as he set the computer on the bed.  Gerard looked up at them with wide eyes and he seriously thought he was going to have a panic attack. Bob stepped into the still open door, holding his cell away from his ear, and the screaming on the other end was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. It was Brian. He sounded pissed.

"The fans aren't the only one flipping out. Brian has been ranting for five minutes straight," Bob confirmed, a finger pressed over the phone for a moment before taking it off and starting to agree. "Yea, Bri, we know. We should have been more careful. Yea. No I don't think talking to Gerard right now would be good. He is kind of hyperventilating right now." And Gerard was pretty much hyperventilating by then, and Bob had been the only one to notice because all eyes were on Bob. All attention went to Gerard though and Frank jumped over to Gerard's side. "I have to let you go Brian, we have to deal with this right now." Despite the loud protests from Brian's side of the phone, Bob flipped his phone shut. Frank sat next to Gerard and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back lightly in soothing circles.

"Everyone knows now. I had it all planed out about how I was going to tell the fans and the media and its all fucked." Gerard's voice was almost a whole octave higher as he started to rant. "They all know my shit and I can't hide it or even deny it and I have to go outside and be fucking bombarded by people asking questions that is none of their goddamned business!" He shouted and tears started to spill out from his eyes.  Everyone's face had a matching look of heartbreak as Gerard spoke. They all knew that this was going to be the worst for him. In less than twenty four hours Gerard had been flung out of the closet and his plan of keeping any kind of privacy was promptly thrown out the window. Gerard took a few shaky breaths, calming down a bit, and wiped away some stray tears with the back of his hand. "I'd like to get dressed now." Gerard looked up his bandmates and they all stared back for a few moments before Gerard raised an eyebrow and it kind of clicked in their minds. They were all standing in their sleepwear and probably should be getting dressed also.

"Shit. Right, okay we'll go do that too." Ray said, looking kind of embarrassed and smiling an uneasy smile as he made his way through the door. Mikey scooped up his computer and closed it to hold in close to his chest. He paused to look at his brother with nervous eyes before nodding and leaving. Bob pulled his phone back out and started to type in a number, most likely Brian's, as he gently closed their door behind himself. Gerard looked at Frank and quickly wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him tight as a whole new wave of tears and sobs erupted from him. Frank just held him tight and let him cry. Gerard pulled back after about a full five minutes or crying and looked at Frank with red eyes.

"I really don't want to go downstairs. I know there are going to be people waiting." Gerard said turning to look for tissues. Frank nodded and got up to retrieve a box of tissues from the table where the TV sat. He handed them to Gerard and waited until he had wiped his eyes and blown his nose before putting it on the nightstand.

"Maybe it's time to stop hiding everything. They know now, and we should be the ones to give them all the facts. If we don't, they will just look at tabloids and the internet and it would be worst." Frank explained. Gerard bit his lip.

"I know. I just… I hate talking about my personal life and now it's like I have to spill everything. I just want to avoid the whole thing." He said with a sigh. Frank rubbed the back of his neck reassuringly.

"Yea, I know you do. But it really has to be done. For the fans." Gerard nodded and stood up, stretching a little before going to his luggage to pull out a semi-clean pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

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Brian had to do some serious damage control from his office on the East Coast.  His phone has been ringing since about 9 this morning and he was starting to really lose his fucking cool. He was getting calls from pretty much every sleazy tabloid magazine across the nation and he had done a pretty good job, turning them down with a professional politeness. Of course, by one in the afternoon, everything was starting to break that politeness down. "No, I'm sorry. They don't want to do an interview. His name is Gerard, by the way, not Jared. Get your facts straight before trying to act like you sincerely care about him." And before he could stop himself, he slammed the phone down. He breathed for a second, composing himself before his phone started to ring. Brian stared at it until the third ring before picking up. "Hello?" he asked, voice coming out more annoyed than he had meant it to sound.

"Hi! Am I speaking to Brian Schechter? My Chemical Romance's manager?" A way too perky voice asked on the other end. Brian made a noise of confirmation before the woman went on. "Oh good! This is Amy from the National Inquirer!" Which in Brian's opinion, and probably everyone's opinion, was the king of fucking sleazy magazines. "I was wondering if we could schedule an interview with…" There is a shuffle of papers. She is looking up his name. Brian rolled his eyes. This was going to be a fun conversation. "Gerard Way. I heard that he was pregnant and we would love to have a chance talk to him so he can confirm these rumors. We wouldn't want to report false news." Hasn't stopped you before. Brian didn't say this. He really, really wanted to, but he was trying not to be mean.

"Gerard isn't doing any interviews, I'm sorry you'll-" Brian had started the rehearsed rejection when Amy's voice interrupted him.

"Does he know who the father is?" She asked with a way too cheery voice that caught Brian so off guard, he couldn't even get his head to work to give an answer. "Like is he questioning the paternity?  Oh! Is everyone in the band a possible father!?" She asked excitedly and sounded like she was barely asking Brian, more like just ranting about it. "I've seen pictures on the web and I see how he much he hangs on that guitarist … Frank! Oh and the way he acts with the bassist, what was his name, Mickey? No, Mikey! I bet he is totally a possibility!" Brian makes a face of disgust.

"Mikey is Gerard's brother!" He shouts, without thinking.

"Ooooohh." Amy practically squeals. "I can see the headlines now! 'Incest Love Triangle!' God we are going to sell so many papers with that." And this is where Brian can't take it anymore and he is done being polite.

"Gerard knows who the father is! He isn't a fucking whore, especially not with his brother, you sick freak! Don't call here again!" And he hangs up the phone as hard as he can as excess anger pours out of him. He stands up and paces a bit, letting four calls go to voicemail before he calms down enough to sit back down and picked up the phone. He hit the speed dial number for Gerard's cell phone.

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Gerard really, really, really didn't want to talk to Brian. If he was half as pissed off as he had sounded this morning on the phone with Bob, then Gerard was not prepared for it. So when his phone started to ring and Brian's name flashed across the screen, he was really tempted not to answer but finally gave in by the fifth ring. He gingerly opened up the phone  and tapped the answer button before putting it to his ear. "Hey Bri." He said in a fake cheery tone.

"Cut the shit, Way." Brian said and Gerard winced a bit. Gerard was standing in the lobby of the hotel, staring out at the group standing just beyond the door. He was wearing a tee and a thin hoodie, because he figured it was stupid to try and hide it now that everyone knew. His stomach was very noticeable and it kind of made him self-conscious. Frank walked up holding a cup of tea for him and gave him a questioning look before handing him the cup.

"Sorry. Look before you get into yelling at me Brian, I already know. I fucked up. I'm going to have to deal with the consequences. Blah blah blah, I already know." He said with irritated sigh. Frank frowned and looked like he wanted to tell Brian off but Gerard just shook his head.

"I didn't call to yell at you. As much as I want to, because for the last two hours all I have been doing is getting annoying phone calls asking for interviews, but I just called to ask if you are okay?" And Brian's voice is soft and comforting and Gerard feels himself relax.

"I'm better now. I am kind of still in shock about the whole thing. There is a whole crowd of fucking paparazzi waiting to talk to me." Gerard said and he looked at Frank when he wrapped an arm around his waist.

"I think you should tell them." Brian said plainly and Gerard's eyes bugged out.

"What!?" He asked with squeak. Brian sighed.

"The sooner you do it, the easier it will be." And Gerard knew Brian was right. He had to tell the media eventually and since they were there already, he might as well. Gerard sighed and frowned a bit.

"Fine, I'll do it. I'll just fucking get over it. Thanks Bri." Gerard said with a small smile.

"No problem, Gee. Just stop pulling stunts like this." Brian let out a relieved chuckle. "It's bad for my heart." They said goodbye and Frank looked at Gerard.

"What did he want?" He asked as Gerard put his cell in his pocket.

"He wants us to tell the truth." Frank gave Gerard a confused look. Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes. "He wants us to tell the people out there the truth about this." He explained as he motioned to the crowd outside and then to his stomach. Frank's eyes widened.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked cautiously and Gerard stood there, thinking for a minute before nodding. Frank took his hand and led him through the front door. When they got out they were met with shouts and it kind of hurt Gerard's head. Frank was quick to quiet the crowd. "Hey! He will answer your questions, just back the fuck up!" He shouted and put his arm back around Frank's waist in a protective gesture.

"Is it true you're pregnant?" A woman reporter asked in a slightly aggressive tone. Gerard rolled her eyes and motioned to his obvious belly.

"It's kind of obvious, don't you think? But if you seriously need to hear me say it, yes, I'm pregnant." He said and rubbed his stomach protectively. A guy pushed through the crowd and held out a tape recorder.

"Who's the father?" The man asked and Gerard blinked a bit before blushing. He looked at Frank, biting his lip. He didn't want to tell everyone about Frank unless he was okay with it. Frank just smiled before tightening his grip.

"Um, well-" Gerard started before Frank completely cut him off.

"I'm the father." And this caused a gasp from the fans among the crowd and several variations of 'I always knew it!' before a burst of excitement. Frank couldn't help but smile.

"Are you going to break up the band?" A voice from the back asked, and it wasn't a reporter this time but a fan asking. Gerard gave her a smile.

"No we're not going to break up the band, sweetie. We are going to take a small break before we start working on the third album, you know, to get everything ready and actually have the baby and then we will be right back to touring." Gerard said proudly. The crowd went quiet for a moment and Gerard took it as a good time to excuse himself. "Well that's all the questions I am willing to answer. I have to get back inside." He said politely and his smile faltered a bit when he heard disappointed 'aw's from the fans but Frank pulled him in and he was brought inside before he could even say sorry. Inside Mikey, Ray, and Bob were all waiting for them.

"Ready to go? The bus is waiting out back, away from the press." Mikey asked and a wordless conversation went on between the two brothers, most likely about what just went on. There was a moment of silence before Mikey gave Gerard a quick understanding hug. "Come on." And they all grabbed up their bags, except for Gerard, because Bob picked them up before Gerard could even try.