Iron Man
Title: Iron Man
Author: noestoybien
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Frank/Gerard (a bit)
Summary: Gerard has been acting strangely and Frank is determined to find out why. What he finds out is a lot more than he expected.
Disclaimer: This is absolutely untrue.
Author's Notes: I really just wanted to write something fun. Hope you enjoy! :)
He first noticed it when he was sitting across from him on the tour bus. Gerard was scratching his head. It was subtle, but Frank noticed. The next time he noticed it was when Gerard was making coffee. He was scratching his nose. Again, it was subtle, but he noticed.
"I'm probably making too big a deal of this," Frank thought to himself when he saw Gerard scratching his ass one day. The long tour was wearing on his mind, he decided. Nothing was wrong.
But something was, and he soon found that out.
--
"Scratch my back for me?" Gerard plopped himself down beside frank in the small sitting area on the tour bus, offering his back.
"What am I, your chimp slave?"
Gerard laughed, "Yes. Do it, please. I can't reach."
Frank was wary, but he did.
"A little lower."
Frank noticed something strange. Gerard's back felt...odd. He curiously lifted the bottom of Gerard's shirt to inspect, but Gerard quickly turned, stopping him.
"Don't." Gerard's glare was stern and unnerving.
"I'm sorry," Frank said, turning red.
"It's okay." He turned and walked into the bunk area.
--
Frank decided to take action one night while Gerard was sleeping. All the lights were off and the only noise was the muffled roar of the tour bus running. Frank crawled into Gerard's bunk and was perturbed when Gerard let out a moan that was all too breathy for his taste, but he decided to ignore it.
Gerard was sleeping face-down. Frank took this as an opportunity to inspect Gerard's back further. He straddle him and gently lifted Gerard's shirt. What he saw made him gasp and he almost tore out of the bunk. Gerard's back was lined with millions of tiny scar-like bubbles of skin. And at the small of his back there was a large, round red bump. Frank softly touched it but quickly retracted his hand. The bump felt...metallic.
Gerard suddenly stirred in his sleep and Frank fell out of the bunk.
"Frank? What are you doing?" Gerard groaned sleepily.
Frank scurried hurriedly to his own bunk and closed the curtain. He was beginning to think he was going crazy.
--
The next morning, Frank was sitting in the dining area chatting with Bob and Ray when Gerard walked up to him.
"Can I talk to you, Frank?"
He took him to the bunks where no one could hear, except Mikey who was in the neighboring bathroom whose walls held no secrets.
"What's up?" Frank tried to ask as casually as possible.
"I think I have a virus."
"You're sick?"
"You know now, don't you?"
Frank's eyebrows curled into the middle of his forehead. Gerard turned around lifting his shirt and pointing at the small red bump.
"You know?" Gerard asked.
"Oh...yeah?"
"Shit, you didn't know. Okay, I might as well tell you."
They stood in awkward silence until Mikey walked out of the bathroom. "What did I just walk into?" Gerard glared at his brother visually ejecting him from the room with his eyes.
When Mikey was gone, Gerard sat Frank down. "Frank, I'm a robot."
For a moment Frank thought he was asleep. He shook his head and stared at his long-time friend and said, "What?"
Scratching his neck, Gerard said, "I think that's why I'm itching. I've never had a virus before."
"So, you're, like, a computer?"
"Basically."
"Does Ray know? He's a nerd, right? Maybe he can help."
"No one knows except you and Mikey." His whole right side of his face suddenly jerked. "That's been happening a lot too."
"Shit, man. This is the real deal. Or, you know, I'm crazy and actually in an institution right now."
"Anything's a possibility."
"I didn't know robots had a sense of humour."
"Will you come with me to get this bug fixed next stop?"
"Yeah, man." Frank was still pretty sure he was dreaming.
--
The next stop, the rest of the band went to eat while Frank and Gerard went to a computer supplies shop. Gerard walked up to the counter sporting his extra chic sunglasses and leaned in to the man at the counter to say, "The walrus runs at midnight."
"I'm sorry sir, you're going to have to speak louder."
"Don't make me say it again." The right side of his face tweaked again and Frank was pretty sure he saw sparks from behind his sunglasses.
"Oh, the walrus!"
"Shh, not so loud, shit," Gerard whispered, peering at the other curious people in the shop.
"Right this way, sir. Is he with you?" he asked, pointing at Frank.
"Yeah, he's with me."
The man took them to a dark room in the back. Gerard removed his shirt and the man pressed the red bump on his back. To Frank's horror, Gerard's back opened to reveal a mass of circuits and wires. When the man tweaked the wires with a pair of pliers it appeared as though Gerard turned off. His body was limp for a few minutes until the man inserted a disk into a slot at the small of his back. The man closed Gerard and he reanimated.
"Okay, all done. Your friend here will have to replace your disk every month from now on, okay?"
"Thank you so much."
Frank was standing stiff with bulging eyes. "Who, me?"
"Yeah, you. Come on."
--
On the tour bus that night, Frank crawled into Gerard's bunk again, purposefully waking him up this time.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he whispered.
Gerard shrugged. "Didn't think it was important."
Frank glared at him.
"Do you still love me now that you know I'm a cold-hearted machine?"
Frank reached out and touched his face. "You don't feel cold to me." He kissed his cheek and went back into his own bunk.
"Goodnight, iron man."
Author: noestoybien
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Frank/Gerard (a bit)
Summary: Gerard has been acting strangely and Frank is determined to find out why. What he finds out is a lot more than he expected.
Disclaimer: This is absolutely untrue.
Author's Notes: I really just wanted to write something fun. Hope you enjoy! :)
He first noticed it when he was sitting across from him on the tour bus. Gerard was scratching his head. It was subtle, but Frank noticed. The next time he noticed it was when Gerard was making coffee. He was scratching his nose. Again, it was subtle, but he noticed.
"I'm probably making too big a deal of this," Frank thought to himself when he saw Gerard scratching his ass one day. The long tour was wearing on his mind, he decided. Nothing was wrong.
But something was, and he soon found that out.
--
"Scratch my back for me?" Gerard plopped himself down beside frank in the small sitting area on the tour bus, offering his back.
"What am I, your chimp slave?"
Gerard laughed, "Yes. Do it, please. I can't reach."
Frank was wary, but he did.
"A little lower."
Frank noticed something strange. Gerard's back felt...odd. He curiously lifted the bottom of Gerard's shirt to inspect, but Gerard quickly turned, stopping him.
"Don't." Gerard's glare was stern and unnerving.
"I'm sorry," Frank said, turning red.
"It's okay." He turned and walked into the bunk area.
--
Frank decided to take action one night while Gerard was sleeping. All the lights were off and the only noise was the muffled roar of the tour bus running. Frank crawled into Gerard's bunk and was perturbed when Gerard let out a moan that was all too breathy for his taste, but he decided to ignore it.
Gerard was sleeping face-down. Frank took this as an opportunity to inspect Gerard's back further. He straddle him and gently lifted Gerard's shirt. What he saw made him gasp and he almost tore out of the bunk. Gerard's back was lined with millions of tiny scar-like bubbles of skin. And at the small of his back there was a large, round red bump. Frank softly touched it but quickly retracted his hand. The bump felt...metallic.
Gerard suddenly stirred in his sleep and Frank fell out of the bunk.
"Frank? What are you doing?" Gerard groaned sleepily.
Frank scurried hurriedly to his own bunk and closed the curtain. He was beginning to think he was going crazy.
--
The next morning, Frank was sitting in the dining area chatting with Bob and Ray when Gerard walked up to him.
"Can I talk to you, Frank?"
He took him to the bunks where no one could hear, except Mikey who was in the neighboring bathroom whose walls held no secrets.
"What's up?" Frank tried to ask as casually as possible.
"I think I have a virus."
"You're sick?"
"You know now, don't you?"
Frank's eyebrows curled into the middle of his forehead. Gerard turned around lifting his shirt and pointing at the small red bump.
"You know?" Gerard asked.
"Oh...yeah?"
"Shit, you didn't know. Okay, I might as well tell you."
They stood in awkward silence until Mikey walked out of the bathroom. "What did I just walk into?" Gerard glared at his brother visually ejecting him from the room with his eyes.
When Mikey was gone, Gerard sat Frank down. "Frank, I'm a robot."
For a moment Frank thought he was asleep. He shook his head and stared at his long-time friend and said, "What?"
Scratching his neck, Gerard said, "I think that's why I'm itching. I've never had a virus before."
"So, you're, like, a computer?"
"Basically."
"Does Ray know? He's a nerd, right? Maybe he can help."
"No one knows except you and Mikey." His whole right side of his face suddenly jerked. "That's been happening a lot too."
"Shit, man. This is the real deal. Or, you know, I'm crazy and actually in an institution right now."
"Anything's a possibility."
"I didn't know robots had a sense of humour."
"Will you come with me to get this bug fixed next stop?"
"Yeah, man." Frank was still pretty sure he was dreaming.
--
The next stop, the rest of the band went to eat while Frank and Gerard went to a computer supplies shop. Gerard walked up to the counter sporting his extra chic sunglasses and leaned in to the man at the counter to say, "The walrus runs at midnight."
"I'm sorry sir, you're going to have to speak louder."
"Don't make me say it again." The right side of his face tweaked again and Frank was pretty sure he saw sparks from behind his sunglasses.
"Oh, the walrus!"
"Shh, not so loud, shit," Gerard whispered, peering at the other curious people in the shop.
"Right this way, sir. Is he with you?" he asked, pointing at Frank.
"Yeah, he's with me."
The man took them to a dark room in the back. Gerard removed his shirt and the man pressed the red bump on his back. To Frank's horror, Gerard's back opened to reveal a mass of circuits and wires. When the man tweaked the wires with a pair of pliers it appeared as though Gerard turned off. His body was limp for a few minutes until the man inserted a disk into a slot at the small of his back. The man closed Gerard and he reanimated.
"Okay, all done. Your friend here will have to replace your disk every month from now on, okay?"
"Thank you so much."
Frank was standing stiff with bulging eyes. "Who, me?"
"Yeah, you. Come on."
--
On the tour bus that night, Frank crawled into Gerard's bunk again, purposefully waking him up this time.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he whispered.
Gerard shrugged. "Didn't think it was important."
Frank glared at him.
"Do you still love me now that you know I'm a cold-hearted machine?"
Frank reached out and touched his face. "You don't feel cold to me." He kissed his cheek and went back into his own bunk.
"Goodnight, iron man."