Sequel to Straight Up Chicago Style. : Six fucking a.m. in Chicago in October, and Gabe can’t believe he’d forgotten how much he missed this.

"What do you want for your birthday, Mr Smith?" "The Mona Lisa." "What...like the painting?" Nobody ever says no to Spencer. Even when he wants something crazy like The Mona Lisa. He collects a group of ten con artists, thieves and rogue government workers to pull off the biggest art heist in history. If it fails...well, Spencer doesn't think about things like that.

Wherein Bob does a good deed and is punished. Pete Wentz is now in his life, and with Pete come a myriad of things Bob had seen in that monster movie marathon last month (up to and sometimes including Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, and Matt Cortez). And Brian still refuses to pay Bob what he’s worth. He wants top shelf, damn it, especially if he has to deal with Pete Wentz for the foreseeable future and deal with the pets of gods sprouting prophesies about something that should have been a myth. Then, just to make matters worse, Bob meets Frank Iero and his Gang of Incompetent Misfits. Sometimes Bob thinks he would have preferred to have been eaten in that alley. “Vampires exist. Werewolves, demons, shapeshifters, zombies, every terrifying monster you ever feared was hiding under your bed is real, and a lot of them want to eat you for dinner.” “Some of them even live under your bed!” Joe adds helpfully. "Just for the added convenience."

Bob is a good personal assistant (the best) and he definitely knows better than to fall in love with his boss. But when your boss is the goth-pop comic master of our time, Gerard Way, there's more to the job than keeping a datebook. There are appearances to shepherd him to, showers to make him take, and deadlines to remind him to meet. And, really, he's so earnest, it's not that surprising that a crush might develop. Just at tiny one.

If not for Alicia, Mikey never would have stepped on to the ice, let alone become a figure skater. Now, over 15 years later, Vancouver is Mikey's last chance for Olympic Gold. If he doesn't get distracted by snowboarder Pete Wentz, that is.

The therapists said I was depressed. I was too exhausted to fight them on the diagnoses. That was what our little road-trip was about. Trying to find my Guide before I ended up in the New Jersey Center for Disturbed Sentinels. In reality, finding my guide didn't really matter to me anymore. All I wanted was to make sure Gerard found his Guide before her turned back to the drugs.

Gerard was only thirteen when his mom dumped him and his brother off at the local group home. His mom was under the delusion that if she placed them with a foster care system, then they would go to a family that would actually be able to care for them. Yeah, it wasn’t the brightest plan. He felt like an idiot, because he felt like he was too old for this place. Surely, they would find him a place to be with Mikey. But it didn’t work out that way. Four years passed and even though people thought about adopting them, they never did. Gerard made sure of it, if only because it was the only way he would never be separated from Mikey. He knew why his mom didn’t want them. It was because she hadn’t known that she was having sex with a werewolf until her oldest son had shifted for the first time. After that, it had been a downward spiral of fights between his mom and dad, his dad walking out, and then his mom deciding that she didn’t even want her own kids, based solely on the fact that they were werewolves.

After getting expelled from Queen of Peace, Frank realizes that this could be the best thing to ever happen to him and formulates a plan. A plan to use his new life at his new school as an opportunity to cross-dress, full-time as the boy he knows he is, unbeknownst to the students and administration of Belleville High School.

Bob is not the relationship type but something about Mikey makes him want to change all that. There are obstacles at every turn, from Gerard's overprotectiveness to massive communication issues (mostly due to Bob being a failboat). Bob has to work out what he really wants to say and how to say it to have a chance of making a relationship with Mikey work. (AU. MCR never happened. Bob is a drummer working as a sound engineer.)

In a near canon world where orientation refers to dominance or submission, not sexuality, almost everyone has a soulmate that is supposed to complement their personality, biology, orientation and heart. Most people look forward to the day when the psionic bond sparks into existence, connecting them to their other halves. However, a trauma left Bob wanting anything but the bond he sees as a dangerous trap, and he takes matters in his own hands to chemically prevent his bond from effecting him. Patrick doesn't know what he did wrong but he knows that for some reason, his soulmate has rejected him and he has to learn to live with that. Between their pasts, their bands, and their hopes, neither of them expects end up where they do - so close with so much distance still between them.