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Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (1/?)
Author: Kizzymie
Rating: NC-17 later on 
Pairing: Gerard/Frank and mentions of the women they keep.
POV: 3rd i think
Summary: They think they know him... but they have no idea.  The surprises just keep coming.
Disclaimer: MCR, Their wives, gf's and others are not mine.  If I owned MCR i would be rich and wouldnt be here writing this.
Author's Notes: This is my first mpreg so be gentle.  There is a bit of a back story in chapter 3 so hang in there with me!
Beta:  oh_i_swear... I suppose this is dedicated to you as well since you started my new obsession!

now on with the story.....

Christmas was fast approaching; his first with her by his side.  Everything was so new so exciting.  So many problems had rocked the band over the last year.  Heartache, heartbreak, mental illness… now it was Bob’s hand that was injured.  It made him wonder if they were getting too old to play the rock star roles.

No one could have predicted all the crazy things that had gone on the last 11 months.  Three of them married now, 2 on the verge of marriage.  The fans had all gone nuts over these things.  They wondered if there would be a fall out over it, but in common fashion the fans settled down and embraced the “new” guys, and all that went with them.

He stood idly by the window in the dressing trailer.  The current venue’s facilities were undergoing updates and they were to each have their own trailer.   Since “The Black Parade” tour there had been lots of their own things while on the road, very little sharing necessary.

A light tapping on the door is heard with a gentle voice calling, “Gerard?” 

He is brought back to earth by this.  “Yeah, coming… hang on,” he says shoving his bags out of his way with his foot. 

He opened the door, the light blinding him.  “Frank, is that you?”  His eyes watered by the sudden onset of light.

“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you the foods here.”  Frank said as Gerard blocked the sun with his hand to see him.

”Sweet!  I’m starved,” Gerard said bounding down the small steps shaking the whole trailer as he disembarked.

Gerard threw his arm around Frank’s neck as they made their way back into the backstage area of the venue.  Married or not, he and Frank did things like they always had.  They were in all points and aspects “together”, a fact known to the other band members and one wife, that wife being Frank's not Gerard’s. 

It wasn’t that he was keeping it from her, more she had an inkling.  Who wouldn’t have the slightest clue?  They were the way they were, on stage, for a reason.  They were always “hanging out” together.  And as soon as they would leave each other for a break, the text messages and emails would explode into life. 

Frank bumped the other man’s shoulder playfully, causing him to giggle.  They had been on a plane for a good while.  Flying from Singapore to Hawaii was deathly to someone who hated heights and small places like Frank did.  Gerard, on the other hand, had slept the entire way there and was still a bit groggy.

“What’s up with you man?”  Frank asked.

“I don’t know really.  I am so tired.  I feel like I could sleep for days.”  Gerard said adding to the statement with a wide yawn. 

Frank stopped in his tracks with his mouth hanging open, “You… Gerard Way… could sleep for days?”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”  Gerard snapped as he rolled his eyes.  Frank giggled like a little girl.

The two rounded the corner, finding the food spread out on two different tables.  The smells wafting into the air hit Gerard like a ton of bricks.

“Oh my god…” he said wide eyed bringing a hand to his mouth.

“I have to go.”  He said with a muffled gag into his hand.

He swiftly walked away down the hall as fast as his feet would carry him.  He stopped, finding a water fountain hanging from the side of a wall.  He loathed the germ ridden things with all his being, but he had to have a drink of water.  He lapped it up, gulping it down as fast as he could, hoping this would push the nasty contents of his stomach, back down.  The next feeling was that of cold sweat forming on his forehead and chest.  He was sure he was pale as a ghost and all he wanted to do was lay down. 

He couldn’t walk, he was too weak.  He leaned against the cold concrete blocked wall, sliding down it, slowly turning to his side.  He pressed his moist face against the chilled wall in the hopes it would calm him a bit.

Footsteps could be heard but he didn’t care, because he still felt a bit ill.

“Dude what the hell?”  He heard Franks voice approaching him.  “I thought you were starving.”

All Gerard could do was shake his head.  His chest heaved heavily with his eyes pressed shut.

“Man is everything alright?” Frank asked softly, squatting beside him rubbing his shoulder.

“I feel nauseous, very…”  Gerard stopped and swallowed hard.  “Hey can you get me a diet coke?”

“Sure, you want it in a cup with ice?”  Frank asked before standing to his feet.

Gerard nodded, eyes still closed.