I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

From then, every night was spent locked in the guest bedroom downstairs making love under the sheets. Frank would be cordial with him throughout the day around their kids, occasionally stealing glances at him longer that he should have, and then once the kids were asleep and the clock struck midnight, he'd sneak downstairs to Gerard who always awaited his arrival naked in bed. In between the times they'd reach out for each other for more, they'd talk about their kids, the future, and past events. It gave Gerard feeling of normalcy to have these moments of pillows talks. They're relationship, or whatever it was called, felt like everyone else's relationship. Never in a million year did he think he'd be enjoying whispered conversations in bed with someone as much as he did with Frank here in his bed. Even if he was being used to sate his pregnancy cravings, he was glad to do so.

One night though was different from all the other exciting ones. Gerard abruptly erupted from his sleep and sat up in bed, making a naked slumbering Frank whine in his sleep from where he had his head resting on his shoulder. Pouting, he rolled over and groaned in irritably. “Gee...!”

“Shh.” Gerard shushed down at him, kissing the top of his head then petting his hair to sooth him back to sleep. Something was wrong, and whatever it was he didn't need Frank putting himself in danger by involving himself with it. Once he was sure that his young lover was deeply asleep, he wrenched the comforters off of him and gathered up his pajamas. Completely dressed, he crouched by Frank's side of the bed and slid a hand in between the mattress to find his bowie knife, unsheathed it, then left the bedroom to head downstairs to confront whoever decided to step onto his property uninvited.

His light brown eyes adjusted to the inky darkness quickly, so he was able to identity every shadow and dark figure within his home. His steps were light and mute, his heart racing with anticipation to spill blood as his brain fought between the fate of the intruder to be immediate death or capture. Would Frank be pissed if he sliced the person's throat, or would he see it as being the greater good of their situation? Upon greater thought, Gerard decided against the latter just be sure he wouldn't upset Frank, especially now that they're relationship had improved greatly, at least where the bedroom was concerned.

As he made his way towards the end of the living room, he shifted to the left to the dining room and kitchen to inspect those next when a dark shadow shoot across the living room wall. Gerard froze in preparation so when the person came up behind him to make their first attack he'd be ready for them. Sensing the intruder launch at him before wrapping her legs around his waist, and hooking one arm around his neck while grabbing a handful of his cherry strands to yank his back to expose his neck to the blade in her hand, Gerard blocked the blade before it could touch the pale skin of his throat with his larger bowie knife. Knowing he had to get this woman down and trapped, Gerard charged for the nearest couch, turned and hurled himself onto it with her beneath him.

Pinned beneath his weight, the woman let out a huff from the air being knocked out of her lungs, her arms slackening as she coughed. “Jesus, Rambo, relax!”

“Sable!?” Gerard hauled himself off of her and onto his feet where he glanced over his shoulder down at his Killjoy family member. “Fuck, Sable why the fuck are you trying to kill me!? Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

Unwrapping her legs around his waist, Sable managed to get her breathing under control as she sat herself up on the couch. “Poison, I'm insulted that you would think I was trying to kill you! I'd never!” She paused to look down and shrug her shoulders shamefully. “I actually thought you were Black Opal for a minute there. I forgot he was shorter than you.”

Becoming defensive at her confession to do his Frankie harm, Gerard's hand shot out to seize her tightly back her neck, choking off her air just as soon as she got it back. His light brown eyes glared with murderous intent. Leisurely placing the blade of his bowie knife against her throat, he demands to know what mission his brother sent her on, for what other reason would she be here if not to complete a mission. “And what exactly do you mean by that, huh? What did my brother order you to do, to kill him!?”

Not bothering to explain herself since she couldn't muster out a gasp, Sable focused on saving herself first by kicking out at his knees, causing him to collapse down onto one knee. Loosening his grip, she was finally able to explain herself to him before either one of them ended up killing the other. “You've got the wrong idea, Poison!” She snapped at him, her eyes glaring holes into his skull. “I wasn't ordered here by your brother to do shit!”

“Then what did you meant by that!?” Gerard hissed, his knee screaming in pain. “You were gonna kill him, Sable, just admit it!”

“No, I wasn't!” Sable rejected heatedly. “I swear I was just gonna knock his little ass out so I WOULDN'T have to kill him for seeing me!”

Not knowing her to lie to save her life like the others, Gerard believed her. Taking a deep breath of relief, he lowered his head down to the couch and released his hand from her neck, mumbling a praise that he wouldn't have to kill her to protect his lover. “Thank god.”

Sable heard his thanks and knew it wasn't towards her, it was because she didn't plan to assassinate the person he loved most in this world. Understanding his relief but still insulted that he would suspect her of committing such a heinous crime against him, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I know how much Black Opal means to you, Poison. You may not think I care to remember but I do.”

Gerard lifted his head to scowl at her, needing to get to the point of this nightly encounter. “I don't give a fuck about whether you care or not. What I care about is why you're here breaking into my home.”

“Oh, right...that.” Sable mumbled to herself as she ran her hands over her jeans to wipe off the sweat from her hands...only she was wearing gloves so that did nothing for the excess moisture.

“Yeah, that!” Gerard growled, sitting back against the coffee table. His eyes were locked on her as he waited impatiently for her to tell him what was going on. When she remained silent, he urged her to convey. “Go on, Sable, tell me!”

Lowering her eyes to her lap, Sable fiddled anxiously with her fingers behind her long ringlets of curls. Her heart was racing but for a whole other reason than because she broke into someone's house and nearly killed a member of her murdering family. “I uh...I-I needed to talk to someone...”

“Talk to someone?” Gerard recited, now perplexed by her answer. She wasn't ordered to come here to massacre his entire family? “As in you're not here on a mission at all?”

“No, this...this is mission-free. I wasn't ordered to do anything tonight.” Sable reiterated, her sad brown eyes lifting to his. “I'm here because I need to talk to you about something.”

“Why talk to me?” Gerard grilled her suspiciously, not quick to believe this wasn't a trap, because it was too...odd. “And what about?”

“God.” Sable groaned as she leaned forward to cover her flustered face with both hands. Where did she begin? And how to tell him what she couldn't tell her own lover instead?

Recalling that they were in the living room where Frank could find them at any minute, Gerard cut in before she could say anything more. “Look, how about we take this somewhere else. There's a patio in the backyard, let's talk there instead.”

Sable frantically nodded, glad for the distraction. Following him, she stepped out onto the patio only for her eyes to draw to the swing set in the yard. Tugging on his shirt, she pointed in that direction. “Actually, can we sit on the swing?”

“Sure.” Leading the way, Gerard took a seat next to her and began to swing lazily in silence. He would give her a moment to collect her thoughts before tackling her again. Until then, he took in the stars twinkling above and the chilly breeze raising the goosebumps on his bare arms. When he felt she should be ready, he looked at her. “Sable, why are you here? What did you need to talk to me about?”

Sable blurted out the answer they've both been waiting for. “I'm pregnant.”