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Warning: Extreme cuteness and fluffyness involving cats. Written in response to Gee no longer being engaged and the rest of the band having sweethearts.

Discalmer: I don't own MCR, their girlfriends, or Bunny Way and Pumpkin Way.

"Keep it down, you two!" Came Brian's annoyed voice from the driver's seat of the van. He was answered by Frank's middle finger popping up behind the middle seats.
Gerard couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight of their exasperated manager. Brian always seemed to try and stop them from making too much of a scene for fear of fans suddenly appearing and causing a riot. Needless to say, that often happened anyways.
Not that they were really in the public eye that much anymore. They're been off the almost legendary Black Parade tour for almost 6 months, enough for most people to almost forget entirely about them. Gerard allowed his mind to wander back to even before the start of the tour in the Paramour and almost losing Mikey, to the infamous Famous Last Words fiasco and almost losing Bob, to every thing that had happened seemingly try and stop them from so much as surviving the tour. BUt they overcame it, and he knew that they had come out of it a changed, stronger, and more matured My Chem. BUt for tonight, they weren't My Chem or the Black Parade. They were five ( Ten to be technical) inseperable people coming back from a dinner in honor of "The Black Parade" going platinum. "Good job, men," Brian had announced in his best army-commander voice, "now let's see if we can push that to diamond!" to which Frank had flung a lump of mashed potato square between Brian's eyes, and said: "Let the troops rest before you make any rash decisions, Ike." He didn't think they'd laughed harder in public in a long time.

Gerard turned around in his seat next to Brian to survey his band. In the middle row of seats, there was his beloved brother, Mikey, and his (recent) wife Alicia. The pair by now were soundly asleep, her head resting on Mikey's chest with his arms around her. He was smiling slightly even in his sleep as he held her. Gerard always thought that Alicia had made Mikey who he was now, bolder and more confident now that he had "Someone to take care of and protect. Who knows, maybe before the year's out I'll have two people to worry about." as Mikey had told his brother happily, not long ago. This Mikey was a far cry from the shy, nervous skinny kid he had been only a few years before.
Next to them were Ray and Krista. He sat looking out the window, lost in his thoughts with his arm around her waist, the picture of contentment. Well, except for the fact that she was deftly tying a pink ribbon around a few of his curls on top of his head and giggling evilly. That's Ray for you, Gerard thought. Wouldn't so much as blink if someone exploded next to him while he was thinking.
In the back seat were Frank and Jamia. They had hardly the aura of sweet contentment that the other pairs did, considering they were furiously making out and not at all being quiet about it, much to Brian's annoyance. "It's distracting me from the road, I'll crash and kill us all!" he threatened. "At least I'll die happ-ohhh, that feels so ******** gooood," Frank moaned from the back. Gerard shook his head a bit at the couple (or what he could see of them), reminding himself that they were indeed made for each other. Besides, Frank needed someone to keep him distracted long enough for him not to get hurt. Jamia fit the job perfectly.
The last pair was Bob and Katelyn, shifted over as far as possible from the practically dry-humping other pair. Kate couldn't help but giggle at them, and occasionally whispered over to Bob, "Why can't you be like that more? Spontaneous and such." He was was definitely not amused by this comment. "Because it's nasty to screw in the company of other people. How the hell did I get stuck with this spot anyways?" he grumbled. Gerard turned away and replied, "Because we drew straws and you got the short one, Bryar," smiling a bit evilly to himself. "Why don't you just die of a bat bite or something already," Bob muttered, but soon stopped when Kate's lips covered his.
Gerard couldn't help but sigh as he sat back in his seat. Sure, he was happy for his band and their loves, but their togetherness only reminded him of just how alone he was. He needed someone now just to take away the pain of coming home to an empty apartment. He never really had time to think about this on tour, he was too busy, but now the only thing really keeping him occupied these days was his artwork.
"Why don't you try for a master's degree so you can teach? That'll be something to do while you're off," Mikey had told him one day. Gerard had considered it, but even if he'd gotten the degree, he'd probably have to teach in disguise. After all, the word that one Gerard Way was now an instructor in illustration at the local art school was sure to cause a minor fan riot. In the end, it probably would've been just too weird. He sat back and thought about almost anything he could do to stave off boredom and loneliness, but nothing really seemed to really work. He sat like this while Brian discreetly dropped off each couple at their place. Gerard didn't even notice the rest of the band laughing as Frank and Jamia sprinted for their door in the rain with most of their clothes half-removed.
As Gerard stepped through the doorway of the apartment building, he looked back at the van. He saw through the water-streaked window that Mikey and Alicia were now awake, and Mikey's lips moved in what looked like "I love you" before kissing her gently as the van rolled on.
"I'm getting too depressed with all this damn rain, that's all." he sighed before closing the door behind him.

Mikey;s POV

"Aww, aren't they just adorable?" Alicia practically squealed at the sight of their cat Bunny and her recent 6 kittens playing on their bed. Pumpkin watched respectfully from the windowsill, occsionally batting back a kitten who strayed too close to the edge.
"Yeah, adorable like chainsaws," Mikey groaned, seeing that the kittens had used his favorite beanie as a chew toy. However, he lightened up soon seeing as the one he had christened Nosferatu was now rubbing against his arms and mewling an apology. Sighing, Mikey picked him up and felt him shaking with purrs all over.
"We've gotta find homes for them sooner or later," he said."We won't have room for 8 cats here, unless we move."
"I know," Alicia sighed, "It's just, I don't want to give them away individually. They'll be lonely if they're left alone in a house. BUt nobody seems to want to take care of six cats!"
"Maybe not all six, but maybe one or a pair. That's it, we could have some go in pairs so that they won't be lonely!" Mikey exclaimed, setting Nosferatu down to join his family. "I know that a couple of people would take 2...I mean, Bob and Kate aren't always at their place, and Neil's gonna get lonely. He's already shredded their couch out of boredom."
Alicia nodded, then added, "And don't forget, Krista's Siamese Morissey is gonna need company in his old age. Then there's Brian, he's been looking for a new cat since Mariah died. Plus he's got that lame old pug Strat for company."
Mikey smiled, and continued. "Perfect. Tomorrow we can call 'em up and ask them. That just leaves 2 left...who'd take them?"
"I dunno...can you think of anyone?" Alicia asked. Mikey thought for a moment, then smiled.
"I have the perfect person in mind."

The week was almost over, and every kitten but 2 had been taken to their new homes and a settled in quite well. Bob and Kate had named the 2 new arrivals Getty and Bubbles, and Neil liked them quite a lot as well. Morissey had been a bit miffed at the spastic young cat named Frankie ("In honor of our favorite unstable guitarist," Ray had smirked.), but soon tolerated him. Brian and Strat got along with Sarabi just fine, leaving only 2 left. Mikey wouldn't tell Alicia who they were for, until they got to one particular apartment building. They had bought the necessities for keeping cats as a present with the pair of kittens, and soon they were at the door of the recipient. Mikey rang the doorbell, and waited.

Gerard's POV

Gerard was snapped out of his drawing trance by the buzzer outside his room. "Dammit," he muttered, "this better not be Frank messing with my head again!" he called as he opened the door. His eyes widened seeing not Frank dashing down the hall, but Mikey and Alicia. Mikey was holding 2 cat carriers, and Alicia carried a large duffel bag.
"Mikes, what's going on?" he asked, confused.
Mikey smiled."Let us in and we'll show you, Gee."

Moments later, 2 small cats were curled up on a chair next to Gerard, while he watched them and listened to Mikey.
"We figured you were getting a bit lonely on your own, and we needed to find homes for Bunny's kittens," he said, "The rest of them we found homes for no prob, but these 2 needed a place, and we didn't have the room."
Gerard was almost in tears by now, he didn't know if it was his brother's sheer kindness or the fact that the kittens were beginning to wake up and yawn adorably.
"So, Uncle Jiggy," Alicia interrupted with his infamous nickname, "Have any names in mind for these 2?"
Gerard looked up, one of the kittens now sitting comfortably across his shoulders, the other being cradled in one arm. "Yeah," he replied, "this one on my arm is gonna be..." He paused, and looked down at the blue-eyed, cinnamon-coloured kitten. "Lady. As in Lady of Sorrows," he smiled.
Mikey chuckled a bit. "Lady of Sorrows," he repeated, "nice one, Gee."
Gerard rolled his eyes a bit, then looked at the kitten perched on his shoulder. He was black all over, save for a small patch on his chest that looked like a bat, and eyes that were more red than orange. His upper teeth jutted just a bit out, making him look as if he had fangs.
"Got one for him?" Alicia smiled as the kitten rubbed his face against Gerard's cheek.
"Yeah, actually," Gerard smiled as the kitten hopped off his shoulder and paraded around the back of chair, mewing quietly until his hand came up and stroked him. "Nosferatu. Or Nosy for short."
"Perfect," Mikey said. "Well, we'd best be going. I hope you remember all the things from when you took Bunny when we were renovating."
"Sure thing, bro. Thank you so much, by the way," he said, "I'd hug you, but I'm covered in cats."
Mikey laughed as he waved goodbye from the door.

And so, from that day on, Gerard Way did not come home to an empty apartment, neither did he sleep alone. Nosferatu and Lady provided the perfect company for the lonely singer in the following months, until one particular incident.

Gerard was waiting in the line at a local Starbucks, around Christmas. He had just gotten the venti-sized cappuccino, and was looking for a place to sit when he overheard someone.
"Damn cat hair, getting all over everything. Now I look like the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons," It was definitely a girl's voice.
He turned and saw a woman with short, somewhat frizzy light blonde hair, and was dressed mostly in black with a rainbow-striped scarf around her neck. There were clearly white hairs all over her black fur-rimmed coat, making it seem almost spotted.
Gerard also saw that she was next to the last empty seat. Oh my, he thought.
He took a deep breath, and spoke. "You know," he said, "There's a pretty simple way of getting hair off clothes," he said as he sat down across from her.
"Oh yeah, what might that be?" she replied, her voice carrying a distinctive New Jersey twang.
Gerard smiled, and handed her the small lint roller her carried in his messenger bag.
"Thanks," she said, rolling it over the hairier spots on her coat, "I've got a big family party to go to, and the last thing I want is my mom complaining about how "unclean" I am."
"Glad I could help," Gerard said as she handed it back, "Sorry I can't help with how your mother seems to overlook your good features, though." OH s**t, he now thought, WHY did I say THAT!?!
She looked up at him with that. He now saw that her eyes were rimmed with black liner, and a small amount of red shadow was dusted on her eyelids. Her face was pale, but not white, and not one blemish marred her skin. "As weird as that sounded, that was the closest thing to a compliment I've had in a while," she replied, then added, "I'm Janice, by the way."
"Gerard," he said. "You know, if you need more cat tips and stuff, I should give you my brother's number. He and his wife are cat crazies," he said, as he got out a small piece of paper from his bag.
"No, no, that won't be necessary. I think I'd rather have yours," she smiled, and Gerard swore his heart stopped. "Besides," she added, "I Know you better. Here's mine," she said, passing him a post-it. "I'm real sorry, but i've gotta be going now. Thanks, by the way!" she called as she stepped out onto the cold street.
Gerard looked at the note in his hand, and read: 899-6677 XOX Janice. He smiled.
"I Can't wait to tell Nosy and Lady we're having company over the holidays."

(Yeah, I suck at endings. Sue me.)

I like it. More please!!!!!

You know, this was only supposed to be a one-shot, but I could milk a chaptered out of it if I try...

Who wants more?

Moonie wants more!

You'd better milk out a million chapters chick!

hmm, not just a meat cleaver, hon. BEWARE THE CHEESE GRATER. That's all I got to say.

It was good!!! Yeah, please continue with it. And I have no suggestions, I'm braindead right now...