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

Poison took his time entering his home where his family still slept upstairs. He was still sporting his Killjoy uniform that had the tiny droplets of blood from his former family splattered all over it. Even his face had blood on it that would have been easily discerned by his taxi driver if it hadn’t been so dark and Gerard hadn’t redirected him into jabbering about his favorite football team's recent game. Paying the man handsomely for falling for his ruse, Poison stepped across his threshold and became Gerard Way again.

Letting out a jaded sigh, Gerard craved a nice cup of hot coffee, but first he had to take care of business before his little ones woke up. Heading for the downstairs guest bathroom, he began to discard his bloodied clothes only to halt at his pants. Light brown eyes stared right back at him in the mirror behind a bright cherry red fringe. Narrowing his eyes at his reflection, his mind backtracked to what he had braved through this night.

He had gone to the place the Killjoys were currently inhabiting and made it verbally known that he was finished with being a member of their team. With his brother’s blessing, he was let go in one piece by him. But the others weren’t so keen on letting him go as easily. Poison had to duel the people he grew up with, had argued with, and had worked together with for an extensive part of his life to get back to his family. Looking back, he astutely recalled that he hadn’t slayed any of them in the process though. That was because he hadn’t wanted to. But why? Poison didn’t care about anybody but his brother!

Was it because of Frank?

Poison smirked at himself in the mirror as the young man’s face twinkled in his mind. Of course it was because of him. He had been making him more lenient since they first met. He’s changed him. Poison went from a Killjoy to a family man in the blink of an eye, and despite that being the opposite of who he had been all his life, the conversion was the easiest he’d ever made. He was born to be Gerard Way, a doting family man. Poison was a persona meant to be simulated until the time was right, and that was the moment he locked eyes with Frank.

Now he can truly embrace himself. Only there was one last change he had to make in order to do that. Reaching down in the drawers, he found a hair dye kit he’d been keeping tucked away in the back. Up to this point, he only dyed his hair temporarily but the time has come to permanently dye it. Following the directions on the box, Poison nimbly went about the task and jumped into the shower when the time was right. Washing his hair thoroughly, he stepped out of the shower, assembled his bloody clothes and black backpack, and headed into the same guest room where he had dressed earlier. His pajamas were still there. Tugging them on, he tightly compressed his clothes as compacted as he could get them, stuffed them in the black backpack and then removed the floorboards. Stashing everything inside, he sat back and took the sight in.

Poison was no more from this moment forward. Now, he was just everyday Gerard Way, father of Lorenzo, Venetia, Jovani, Milo, and soon another baby, soon-to-be husband of Frank Iero, and employee to a trendy local comic store with it’s own coffee shop and bookstore inside. He didn’t know what the future held, but as long as he had his family with him, he knew there was nothing he couldn’t achieve.

Feeling a wave of excitement in beginning anew, he inserted the floorboards back over the hole and used his strength to cram them back into place. He had just got to his feet when he heard the soft pitter patter of feet slapping on the hardwood floor over his head. Lifting his head, his eyes traced it’s direction until it stopped. Taking a guess that one of the twins was awake, Gerard rushed upstairs and opened Lorenzo's door first to find him standing right in front of him with a devastating pout on his face.

“Hungy!” Lorenzo whined loudly, swaying side to side then stomping his feet on the floor.

“You’re always hungry.” Gerard stated with a smile, then extended his hand to him. “Come on, let’s get you some breakfast. Is your sister up?”

Lorenzo took his hand and shrugged. “I no know.”

“Let’s find out then.” Gerard decided before heading next door. Inside he found Venetia sitting with her legs folded under her by her toy chest, secretly playing with her dolls in soft whispers. Her head shot up to gape at her father when she heard him come in. “And what are you up to, Princess?”

“Noting, daddy.” Venetia whispered, scooting around so she was facing him. Swiftly, she drew her dolls behind her back as if to conceal them from her dad.

“Are you hungry?” Gerard asked, ignoring Lorenzo’s whines of starvation and his persistent tugging on his hands towards the stairs. When he earned a nod from her, he stretched out a hand to her next. “Leave the dolls then. I’ll get you two some cereal.”

With the twins in each hand, he guided them to the stairs then swept them up into his arms to take them down. Lorenzo had a history of falling down the stairs because he always went too fast when he’s hungry. It was safer just to carry him down. Venetia would always get jealous if she wasn’t carried too and would make a scene, so that was why she had to be carried. Upon reaching the bottom, Gerard released them to race into the kitchen ahead of him. “Alright you two, what cereal do you want?”

“Footy Pebbes!” Lorenzo declared with excitement, hopping up and down.

Venetia shot her brother a glare and snapped at him with her hands on her hips. “NO! You can’t has it! It’s my cerewal!”

Gerd rolled his eyes as he lifted the box from the pantry. “Princess, the Fruity Pebbles aren’t yours. It’s for everybody.”

“But I want it!” Venetia quibbled, hurt in her eyes that her dad wasn’t taking her side.

“And you can have some.” Gerard told her as he retrieved two bowls and poured cereal in them. “And so can your brothers.”

“HA!” Lorenzo taunted his sister, sticking his tongue out at her behind their dad’s back.

Gasping in offense, Venetia sought to snitch on him. Pointing a finger at her brother, she stomped her foot and cried out to her dad. “DADDY! HE TUCK HIS TON AT ME!”

“Venetia, lower your voice! Everyone is still sleeping.” Gerard chided her, spinning around to set a finger over his lips. Stepping aside to fetch the milk, he returned to the counter. “And Lorenzo, you better keep your tongue in your mouth. Don't make fun of your sister.”

Lorenzo huffed, his shoulders sagging. “Okaaay.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s eat!” Gerard took the two bowls towards the little kiddie table where the children usually ate. All along the way the twins hopped and danced with excitement until their cereal was finally placed on the table. “Sit down. No, Lorenzo, I mean IN your chair. There you go. Enjoy your breakfast.”

Stepping back, Gerard watched the two dive in with a smile. One minute he’d been lost in his own thoughts, and now he was too preoccupied to think of anything else. A sharp cry coming from upstairs alerted Gerard to Milo and probably Jovani upstairs in his bed. “Stay here you two, don’t move!” Gerard ordered the twins before racing up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, he heard Milo crying in his crib and Jovani sitting up on his side of the bed where he left him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Frank could barely lift his head off his pillow, his eyes still thick with sleep. Raising a hand, Gerard softly ordered his young lover. “Go to sleep, love. I got this.”

“You’re awesome, babe.” Frank mumbled before dropping his head back onto the pillow and shutting his eyes.

Hoisting Milo out of the crib, Gerard made a quick drive-by the bed to swoop Jovani off it and out of the bedroom before he too could make a sound. Speedily, he took the two downstairs and set Jovani down by the kiddie table. Nodding to it, he told him. “Stay there and I’ll get your breakfast.”

Flying into the kitchen, he made Milo’s bottle and Jovani’s cereal simultaneously. Setting the bowl in front of Jovani, he popped the bottle into the baby’s mouth just as his phone received a text message. Retrieving it from the counter, he scanned the text from his future in-laws. He had forgotten they made arrangements to take the grandkids for the morning. The message was reminding him and asking what time they could show up. Lowering Milo into his swinging chair, he carefully slid it over to the couch so he could sit and hold the bottle for him while texting back.

Now that he had officially had normal life again, he wanted to do something special for his Frankie to commemorate it, and he needed his in-laws help in order to implement it.