MY VALENTINE HAS HALLOW EYES

Title: Controlling Tools For Your System [2/?]
Author: howxixdisappear
Prompt: 14. Chair.
Pairing: sort of one-sided Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary: He's beautiful. He really is. He takes Frank's breath away every time he walks into the office. But Frank doesn't allow himself to think about it. Gerard's a minor- only sixteen. And not only that, but he's a patient.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author Notes: Reserected after like, what. Seven months of being on hiatus? Surprisingly, this was incredibly easy to write, unlike part three of When You Were Young, which is still under major construction. As before, this is dedicated to Frankie psychicfeeling <3 Also, as a reminder, while Frank is still 26 in this story, Gerard is only 16... mwahaha.
Warnings: Language. Mentions of rape, insanity, and attempted suicide. Pedophile!Frank.
Session 1



Silence.

As usual, he stares. Hoping. Last week’s breakthrough gave him hope for the kid. Hope that he’d be able to get better after all. But this week, the boy says nothing, as if last week never happened. Maybe he doesn’t think it did. Maybe in his head, something else was happening. Frank doesn’t really know with Gerard.

He twirls a strand of his greasy black hair with his right index finger and drums his left hand’s fingers on the arm of his chair. His gaze is cast towards the floor; Frank can just barely see his patients eyes glued to the gray carpet through the mass of hair that falls in his face. Thump thump thump. Sometimes, Frank isn’t sure if that’s Gerard’s fingers, or his own heart pounding.

“What did you do this week?” The older man asks after racking his brain for a conversation starter. Anything to hear the boy speak again. He had realized during the course of his week that his patient was dealing with so much pain, more then what anyone should have to go through. Schizophrenia was bad enough. But being raped by his own uncle, then being labeled as a liar by his entire family…he didn’t deserve this. No one did.

Silence.

“How’s Mikey?” Frank likes the way Gerard’s head lifts and his eyes sort of light up at the mention of his little brother’s name. He can’t even imagine how much the two boys love each other. What looks like an attempt at a small smile appears of Gerard’s face, and he brings his legs up to his chest.

“…He’s okay,” He whispers. He fidgets with the zipper on his Smashing Pumpkins hoodie. “he always is.” Frank watches the zipper go up and down for a moment, then stares down at his clipboard. “I won’t ever let anybody hurt him. He’s so fucking innocent…nobody’s ever gonna ruin that.”

Frank jots some notes down on a blank sheet of paper as Gerard talks. The zipping and unzipping stops.

“What are you writing?” The boy’s voice wavers in both curiosity and panic.

“Notes.” Frank replies.

“Why? Are you going to show my parents?” His hands start to lightly pound on the arms of the chair, and he seems to be debating whether or not he should jump out of it. His breathing starts to increase. “You can’t show my parents.” He says firmly, shaking his head as he says it.

“I’m not going to show anybody, Gerard. These notes are for me, and only for me.” Frank set the clipboard down and shifted it so Gerard could see. “I keep notes on all of my patients.”

“Why?” Gerard scoots forward ever so slightly and stares at the paper, trying to make out Frank’s chicken-scratch handwriting.

“So I don’t forget anything.” He picks it back up and sets it down in his lap, then smiles at Gerard. “Anything you tell me is between the two of us. It’s like having our own little secrets, and I can’t tell anybody anything you say.”

“No matter what?” Gerard moves around in his chair, relaxing and trying to get comfortable. He stares at his doctor with a childish sort of expression, looking just as innocent then his brother. Looking like he belonged in a daycare rather then a psychologists office.

Frank’s heart skips a beat and he quickly looks down.

“No matter what.” He breathes.