Send Me A Signal Across My Circuitry
So I wrote the baby!Frank/Gerard fic, and it is wee. ~1000 words. Beta'd by nessime_lisen <3. Also, as I was trying to come up with a relevant title, I realized that I had the perfect song, so I kind of had to upload it: Circuits - Antarctica Takes It!
Send Me A Signal Across My Circuitry
"Frankie," Gerard whispered urgently beneath the echoey din of the exhibit. "Frankie!"
Frank reluctantly tore his attention from the totally awesome airplane that was hanging from the ceiling. It looked like a Cessna 172 Skyhawk--he'd built one of those out of a model kit last summer and it didn't really turn out right but then he'd stuffed Gerard's hamster Maisie in it and vroomed around for awhile and that was pretty much fun, even if Gerard had sulked at him for like a day afterward.
"What?" Frank replied, crossing his eyes at Gerard's lame interruption. Gerard was eyeing the line they were standing in with distress and picking at the stapled hem of his Transformers t-shirt. Frank had stapled Gerard's shirt himself just last week, partly because staplers made an awesome ka-chunk sound and partly because Gerard kept picking out the stitches in his shirt hems. Gerard was kind of a worrywart sometimes, but he was still Frank's best friend.
"D'you think they'll make us?" Gerard asked nervously.
"Make us what?" Frank's gaze wandered back up to the ceiling and when he couldn't lean back any farther he turned on his heel, tangling his legs.
Gerard put a hand out automatically and steadied Frank. "The--the electricity thing," Gerard pressed insistently. "It, like, it shocks you!"
"It shocks you?" Frank wheeled around and went up on his tip-toes, bouncing slightly in order to see to the front of the line. Ray Toro was standing on a step-stool in front of a glowing crystal ball thing and the lady was saying something to the class. Frank didn't really listen that much; he already had enough stuff going on in his head.
"Yeah," Gerard rolled his eyes and huffed a sigh. Frank pushed on his shoulder to hike himself up a little more. "She said so," Gerard pointed out. "Oh man, Ray's gonna do it!" Gerard's hands reflexively flew up to shield himself.
Ray was reaching forward, looking tentatively at the lady, who nodded and smiled encouragingly. Ray kind of smiled back and then put his hands right on the crystal ball and Frank gasped as a bright light shot right from the center toward Ray's hands and then Ray's eyes got huge and his hair started to stand up on end like a big red bush. Frank clenched Gerard's shoulder excitedly and yelled, "Cool!"
Mrs. LaPalombara turned from the tittering line of students and shushed him, reminding, "We use our indoor voices here, Frank."
Frank zipped his lips dutifully and then turned begging eyes on Gerard, who sighed a smile and reached out to unzip them again.
"That was so awesome, right?" Frank whispered into Gerard's ear. "Did you see Ray's hair? That was so awesome!"
Gerard shrugged slightly, fiddling with his t-shirt again. "I dunno. It looked like it hurt."
"Yeah, but not like a needle," Frank said, shuffling forward as the line moved. They were getting near the front.
Gerard was staring at his sneakers dolefully. "I just don't like things that hurt," he muttered softly.
Frank looked over at him for a second and then reached out and grabbed his hand. "It'll be okay," Frank predicted. "I'll do it for you and you can watch and like, make sure it doesn't fry me." He began to jerk and jitter his limbs, contorting his face like he was being electrocuted. Gerard's hand swung between them in his grip.
"Okay," Gerard agreed equably after a moment's thought. Frank bet that when they got back on the bus for juice break he would start drawing Electrocution Frank all over his napkins. That would be pretty awesome. He squeezed Gerard's hand a little bit and Gerard smiled at him.
"Eww!" Someone jostled Frank from behind. "You guys are so gay!"
Frank looked back over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue at the pair of snickering boys. Gerard twisted around and frowned at them. "That's not nice," he said patiently, still gripping Frank's hand.
"That's not nice," Eric DiSalvo mocked, elbowing Dustin Lopresti in the ribs.
Gerard sighed long-sufferingly. "You're such an ignoramus," he announced disdainfully.
"Yeah," Frank put in, "and a lamebrain!"
"You are!" Eric shot back at Frank, annoyed. "Fagbrain!"
Gerard narrowed his eyes and glared. "Shut up," he ordered.
"Or what?" Eric countered.
"Or I'll zap you!" Gerard twisted his sneaker against the carpet threateningly.
Eric snorted. "You will not. You're such a wuss!"
Frank growled and tried to leap forward but Gerard wouldn't break his grasp. "I will so," Gerard contested, gritting his teeth and reached out to poke his finger into Eric's arm.
Eric squeaked and leaped back, shaking his arm out. "Mrs. LaPalombara!" he wailed, glaring at Gerard.
Gerard bit his lip as Mrs. LaPalombara bore down on them, flapping her hands and ordering indoor voices. Frank tuned out again and grasped Gerard's palm more firmly. "C'mon," he ordered, nodding his head over to the left, "let's go make stegosaurus coins in the penny stomper."
Gerard cast a dubious glance at Mrs. LaPalombara, who was leading Eric by the ear up to the front of the line. "Won't we get in trouble?" he asked.
Frank vibrated impatiently. "Miz L. loves you, c'mon! Besides, who cares? We'll have dinosaurs!"
Gerard appeared nearly swayed by this. He shifted slightly. "I guess I could use them in my diorama," he considered. Gerard had been working on his diorama for almost a year and at this point it had reached a critical mass of thirteen shoeboxes superglued together depicting various gruesome apocalyptic scenarios.
"Yeah," said Frank encouragingly. He kind of liked watching Gerard string Lego skulls and fingerpaint monsters and use up the bits of Frank's model planes that broke or didn't fit anywhere in the end. "Dinosaurs would be awesome!"
Gerard grinned and nodded decisively and Frank took off, pulling him along after.
Send Me A Signal Across My Circuitry
"Frankie," Gerard whispered urgently beneath the echoey din of the exhibit. "Frankie!"
Frank reluctantly tore his attention from the totally awesome airplane that was hanging from the ceiling. It looked like a Cessna 172 Skyhawk--he'd built one of those out of a model kit last summer and it didn't really turn out right but then he'd stuffed Gerard's hamster Maisie in it and vroomed around for awhile and that was pretty much fun, even if Gerard had sulked at him for like a day afterward.
"What?" Frank replied, crossing his eyes at Gerard's lame interruption. Gerard was eyeing the line they were standing in with distress and picking at the stapled hem of his Transformers t-shirt. Frank had stapled Gerard's shirt himself just last week, partly because staplers made an awesome ka-chunk sound and partly because Gerard kept picking out the stitches in his shirt hems. Gerard was kind of a worrywart sometimes, but he was still Frank's best friend.
"D'you think they'll make us?" Gerard asked nervously.
"Make us what?" Frank's gaze wandered back up to the ceiling and when he couldn't lean back any farther he turned on his heel, tangling his legs.
Gerard put a hand out automatically and steadied Frank. "The--the electricity thing," Gerard pressed insistently. "It, like, it shocks you!"
"It shocks you?" Frank wheeled around and went up on his tip-toes, bouncing slightly in order to see to the front of the line. Ray Toro was standing on a step-stool in front of a glowing crystal ball thing and the lady was saying something to the class. Frank didn't really listen that much; he already had enough stuff going on in his head.
"Yeah," Gerard rolled his eyes and huffed a sigh. Frank pushed on his shoulder to hike himself up a little more. "She said so," Gerard pointed out. "Oh man, Ray's gonna do it!" Gerard's hands reflexively flew up to shield himself.
Ray was reaching forward, looking tentatively at the lady, who nodded and smiled encouragingly. Ray kind of smiled back and then put his hands right on the crystal ball and Frank gasped as a bright light shot right from the center toward Ray's hands and then Ray's eyes got huge and his hair started to stand up on end like a big red bush. Frank clenched Gerard's shoulder excitedly and yelled, "Cool!"
Mrs. LaPalombara turned from the tittering line of students and shushed him, reminding, "We use our indoor voices here, Frank."
Frank zipped his lips dutifully and then turned begging eyes on Gerard, who sighed a smile and reached out to unzip them again.
"That was so awesome, right?" Frank whispered into Gerard's ear. "Did you see Ray's hair? That was so awesome!"
Gerard shrugged slightly, fiddling with his t-shirt again. "I dunno. It looked like it hurt."
"Yeah, but not like a needle," Frank said, shuffling forward as the line moved. They were getting near the front.
Gerard was staring at his sneakers dolefully. "I just don't like things that hurt," he muttered softly.
Frank looked over at him for a second and then reached out and grabbed his hand. "It'll be okay," Frank predicted. "I'll do it for you and you can watch and like, make sure it doesn't fry me." He began to jerk and jitter his limbs, contorting his face like he was being electrocuted. Gerard's hand swung between them in his grip.
"Okay," Gerard agreed equably after a moment's thought. Frank bet that when they got back on the bus for juice break he would start drawing Electrocution Frank all over his napkins. That would be pretty awesome. He squeezed Gerard's hand a little bit and Gerard smiled at him.
"Eww!" Someone jostled Frank from behind. "You guys are so gay!"
Frank looked back over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue at the pair of snickering boys. Gerard twisted around and frowned at them. "That's not nice," he said patiently, still gripping Frank's hand.
"That's not nice," Eric DiSalvo mocked, elbowing Dustin Lopresti in the ribs.
Gerard sighed long-sufferingly. "You're such an ignoramus," he announced disdainfully.
"Yeah," Frank put in, "and a lamebrain!"
"You are!" Eric shot back at Frank, annoyed. "Fagbrain!"
Gerard narrowed his eyes and glared. "Shut up," he ordered.
"Or what?" Eric countered.
"Or I'll zap you!" Gerard twisted his sneaker against the carpet threateningly.
Eric snorted. "You will not. You're such a wuss!"
Frank growled and tried to leap forward but Gerard wouldn't break his grasp. "I will so," Gerard contested, gritting his teeth and reached out to poke his finger into Eric's arm.
Eric squeaked and leaped back, shaking his arm out. "Mrs. LaPalombara!" he wailed, glaring at Gerard.
Gerard bit his lip as Mrs. LaPalombara bore down on them, flapping her hands and ordering indoor voices. Frank tuned out again and grasped Gerard's palm more firmly. "C'mon," he ordered, nodding his head over to the left, "let's go make stegosaurus coins in the penny stomper."
Gerard cast a dubious glance at Mrs. LaPalombara, who was leading Eric by the ear up to the front of the line. "Won't we get in trouble?" he asked.
Frank vibrated impatiently. "Miz L. loves you, c'mon! Besides, who cares? We'll have dinosaurs!"
Gerard appeared nearly swayed by this. He shifted slightly. "I guess I could use them in my diorama," he considered. Gerard had been working on his diorama for almost a year and at this point it had reached a critical mass of thirteen shoeboxes superglued together depicting various gruesome apocalyptic scenarios.
"Yeah," said Frank encouragingly. He kind of liked watching Gerard string Lego skulls and fingerpaint monsters and use up the bits of Frank's model planes that broke or didn't fit anywhere in the end. "Dinosaurs would be awesome!"
Gerard grinned and nodded decisively and Frank took off, pulling him along after.