Author's note: This is going to be different from any kind of Frerard that you may have read. Mainly because there is no sex at all. It's called Reflections for a reason. It is also in Gerard's point of view.

I looked at Frank's bunk from mine. The curtain was drawn, and I could only assume he was sleeping. He was always so peaceful when he slept. That's one thing I missed about the vans, getting to watch Frank sleep. Usually he was so wound up, so energetic; it was nice to see him calm down, and just crash. Thinking about Frank made me happy, not in a regular, glad way, but in a sort of stomach churning, lightheaded way. It was wrong to think about him like that, not because we're both men, adult men, but because we were married. We have kids for God's sake, and I was still hung up on what we used to have. Before, when I used to kiss Frank, it was for shits and giggles. As we did it more, it became kind of a release for both of us. We needed each other to stop our sadness. Once we got over our depression and made it through our pain, we didn't really need it anymore. When I met Lindsey, I felt like I did when I met Frank, only ten times stronger. Now I feel safe, and in a way, whole. Being with her gives me this kind of joy that I never really got with Frank. I'm sure he feels the same way about Jamia. Now that we have our amazing families together, the rest of our lives sort of followed suit. I'll never stop loving Frank, but it's a different kind of love now. I love him like a brother, the same way I love Ray and Mikey. Now I have everything I need, one huge, somewhat dysfunctional, crazy, messed up, family. And I couldn't ask for anything better.

Author's Note: I know it's really short, but I think it needed to be left at that. Please review, it makes me so happy when I get those e-mails that I pee a little bit.