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Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency by jjtaylor (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: about 43000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jjtaylor
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
In this AU, Frank is a vampire and Gerard is a detective. That may sound silly, but it works remarkably well. The fic is wonderfully engrossing.
The first thing Frank thinks is that the grandfather clock is not supposed to be moving like that, kind of ambling along down the hallway and, if Frank wasn’t misunderstanding the twisted glass front, trying to be inconspicuous about it. The second thing he thinks is that the grandfather clock is not supposed to be moving at all, and then everything is full of chimes like it is high noon and Gerard is urgently waving him down the hallway as the grandfather clock shudders, crouches down, and takes flight. It is quite deft at navigating the third floor of the mansion, which had been used to store furniture that was not currently in use. Most of the larger pieces are draped with sheets, and that is where Gerard beckons him, to hide with him under what Frank belatedly realizes is an alarmingly small tea table. Frank pulls his knees close up to his chest so his toes don’t peek out from under the sheet, but it brings his side flush up against Gerard, who is using a pair of binoculars to try to locate something through the fabric of the sheet.
“I think it’s gone downstairs,” Gerard says, lowering the binoculars and blinking as his eyes refocus on Frank. “I’m sorry, Frank, haunted clocks aren’t usually this mobile. This makes the case so much clearer now,” Gerard says, a note of triumph creeping into his voice. “The clock may be haunted, but the piano is most certainly possessed.”
“Isn’t it going to be able to find us?” Frank whispers, as the clock chimes out the quarter hour and then the half hour a moment later. “The clock knew the moment we arrived.”
“Oh, I’m much more worried about the piano,” Gerard says, and the moment Gerard says it, Frank can hear the distant tinkling of out of tune piano keys between the clock chimes.
Frank imagines an airborne piano splintering the tea table to kindling.
Gerard’s hand brushes Frank’s, though Frank puts it down to the very limited amount of movement afforded them. “Do you think you can get us both over the stair rail?” Frank nods, and Gerard’s fingers brush over Frank’s hand again, just for a moment before Gerard says, “On my count – one, two –”
The three was unspoken as Frank grabs Gerard’s shoulders and leaps, guiding them both, a little gracelessly, onto the landing, where they run for the door. Gerard stands, for an impossible moment, in the open doorway, his arms flung wide, a grand piano soaring straight for him. Frank doesn’t think it will fit through the door, but enough of it would survive the crash to impale Gerard. Frank is not about to argue Gerard’s methods during a case, but it was most certainly his duty to make sure Gerard did not die by provoking a possessed piano, no matter how much the solution to the Salpeter case rested on proving the malicious intent of the instrument. Just as Frank is about to run at Gerard and catch him around the middle to knock him out of the doorway, the soaring piano stops, hovers, and sets itself down in the foyer as though it had entertained many concerts in that exact spot.
“I knew it!” Gerard says with relish. He steps cautiously into the foyer, Frank a step behind him, and plays a scale with a flourish. “Possessed or not, the fact that the piano - ”
“Sir!” Frank shouts, knocking Gerard onto the floor just as the grandfather clock sweeps by and smashes itself to pieces against the opposite wall. Frank promptly takes out a handkerchief and begins to wipe away debris from Gerard’s face and shoulders.
“Thank you, Frank,” Gerard says.
“Not at all, Gerar – Mr. Wa – sir,” Frank stutters. The lifesaving part of the job came pretty easily, but the manners, oh, the manners were hell.
Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: about 43000 words
Author on LJ:
jjtaylorAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
In this AU, Frank is a vampire and Gerard is a detective. That may sound silly, but it works remarkably well. The fic is wonderfully engrossing.
The first thing Frank thinks is that the grandfather clock is not supposed to be moving like that, kind of ambling along down the hallway and, if Frank wasn’t misunderstanding the twisted glass front, trying to be inconspicuous about it. The second thing he thinks is that the grandfather clock is not supposed to be moving at all, and then everything is full of chimes like it is high noon and Gerard is urgently waving him down the hallway as the grandfather clock shudders, crouches down, and takes flight. It is quite deft at navigating the third floor of the mansion, which had been used to store furniture that was not currently in use. Most of the larger pieces are draped with sheets, and that is where Gerard beckons him, to hide with him under what Frank belatedly realizes is an alarmingly small tea table. Frank pulls his knees close up to his chest so his toes don’t peek out from under the sheet, but it brings his side flush up against Gerard, who is using a pair of binoculars to try to locate something through the fabric of the sheet.
“I think it’s gone downstairs,” Gerard says, lowering the binoculars and blinking as his eyes refocus on Frank. “I’m sorry, Frank, haunted clocks aren’t usually this mobile. This makes the case so much clearer now,” Gerard says, a note of triumph creeping into his voice. “The clock may be haunted, but the piano is most certainly possessed.”
“Isn’t it going to be able to find us?” Frank whispers, as the clock chimes out the quarter hour and then the half hour a moment later. “The clock knew the moment we arrived.”
“Oh, I’m much more worried about the piano,” Gerard says, and the moment Gerard says it, Frank can hear the distant tinkling of out of tune piano keys between the clock chimes.
Frank imagines an airborne piano splintering the tea table to kindling.
Gerard’s hand brushes Frank’s, though Frank puts it down to the very limited amount of movement afforded them. “Do you think you can get us both over the stair rail?” Frank nods, and Gerard’s fingers brush over Frank’s hand again, just for a moment before Gerard says, “On my count – one, two –”
The three was unspoken as Frank grabs Gerard’s shoulders and leaps, guiding them both, a little gracelessly, onto the landing, where they run for the door. Gerard stands, for an impossible moment, in the open doorway, his arms flung wide, a grand piano soaring straight for him. Frank doesn’t think it will fit through the door, but enough of it would survive the crash to impale Gerard. Frank is not about to argue Gerard’s methods during a case, but it was most certainly his duty to make sure Gerard did not die by provoking a possessed piano, no matter how much the solution to the Salpeter case rested on proving the malicious intent of the instrument. Just as Frank is about to run at Gerard and catch him around the middle to knock him out of the doorway, the soaring piano stops, hovers, and sets itself down in the foyer as though it had entertained many concerts in that exact spot.
“I knew it!” Gerard says with relish. He steps cautiously into the foyer, Frank a step behind him, and plays a scale with a flourish. “Possessed or not, the fact that the piano - ”
“Sir!” Frank shouts, knocking Gerard onto the floor just as the grandfather clock sweeps by and smashes itself to pieces against the opposite wall. Frank promptly takes out a handkerchief and begins to wipe away debris from Gerard’s face and shoulders.
“Thank you, Frank,” Gerard says.
“Not at all, Gerar – Mr. Wa – sir,” Frank stutters. The lifesaving part of the job came pretty easily, but the manners, oh, the manners were hell.
Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency