At last, Figment was back in 2019. He looked around the room, admiring his shelves of comic books and action figures, and he heard Frank's dogs and the soft sounds of an acoustic guitar welcoming him back. He was home, he was safe, and he felt like he could be himself once again. There was no need for a nickname here. Here, he was just Gerard.

Gerard headed toward the living room, the guitar sound growing louder with every step he took. He glanced at the clock, and he saw that he was twenty minutes early. He hadn't quite made it to the right time, but he was close enough. All he had to do was wait, and everything would be right in the world again.

He entered the living room, and Frank was there, practicing his guitar. He stood in the doorway for a while, listening to his boyfriend's beautiful melodies. Over the course of his time travel adventure, he'd met versions of Frank from every era, and he loved them all, but he still thought the Frank that was right in front of him, working on a new guitar riff, was his favorite.

All of a sudden, Frank looked up and put his guitar down. "Hey Gerard," he said as Gerard sat down on the couch next to him. "I thought you were in the office. You were working on setting up your time machine, or something like that."

"Actually, I just got back," Gerard explained.

"How did it go?" Frank asked.

"Everything went according to plan," Gerard said. "I found all of my past selves, we kept you from dying in the crash, and we all got home safely." He paused and then added, "I don't know how you put up with me in the past though. All of my past selves were really fucking annoying."

"You know, even in your worst moments, you were still creative, sweet, and beautiful," Frank said as he cuddled up next to Gerard. "You still meant the world to me, no matter what."

"Sometimes, I seriously question your taste in men."

"Oh, come on," Frank said. "You know I love you."

"I love you too, Frank," Gerard said. "Now and always."

They kissed, slowly and passionately, and Gerard felt like he couldn't get enough. Even after over a decade together, he still felt sparks every time he was around Frank. So much had changed since they'd first met, but Gerard doubted that the way he felt about Frank ever would.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Frank said, "You look kind of tired, Gee. Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great," Gerard said. He took off his watch, transformed it into a coffee mug one last time, and handed it to Frank.

Frank got up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee, while Gerard lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. He was still trying to process everything, all of those old memories he'd relived. More than anything, he was glad to be home, to be back in his own time, to be with Frank again.

Frank came back with a mug full of steaming hot coffee, and he gave it to Gerard. "Thank you, Frank," Gerard said as he took a sip. It was just the way he liked it.

"You're welcome," Frank said as he sat down next to Gerard and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Gerard asked as he took another sip of coffee.

"I think we have band practice later," Frank said.

Gerard smiled. He couldn't wait to see Ray and Mikey, to perform with them, to make music again. Back when he'd first started dating Frank - it felt like forever ago now - he'd thought that being in a relationship with him would tear the band apart. He thought My Chemical Romance would turn into Fleetwood Mac, but it never happened. He and Frank were still together, still hopelessly in love with each other, and the band was closer than ever.

"That's going to be a lot of fun," he said.

"I think so too," Frank said, smiling.

"And Lindsey has Bandit until next week?"

"Yeah," Frank said. "I love that kid to death, but sometimes, it's nice to get some time alone with you." Gerard nodded and came a little closer to Frank. "I can't wait for the Shrine show," Frank added.

"Me neither," Gerard said. "We're finally playing Make Room live!"

"Yeah!" Frank exclaimed. "I can't wait!"

"You're going to kill it out there."

"No, we're both going to kill it out there."

"We're all going to," Gerard said. "Mikey and Ray included."

"Yeah, you're right," Frank said. "Have you talked to Geoff lately, by the way? Thursday's opening for us, right?"

"Yeah," Gerard said. "He might be the most excited out of all of us."

"I wouldn't say that," Frank said. "Mikey already bought 'Mikey Fuckin' Way' bass picks."

Gerard laughed. "Of course he did."

"I'm just so glad that My Chem got back together," Frank said. "They're my favorite band." He smiled as he added, "And it doesn't hurt that they have a very handsome lead singer."

"But don't forget about the gorgeous rhythm guitarist."

Frank smiled and kissed Gerard one more time. "I'm so glad you made it home," he said softly.

"Me too." Gerard stared off into the distance as he said, "I just don't know what I'm going to do after this."

"What do you mean?"

"All my life, I knew that I would make it to 2019," Gerard explained. "I knew that I'd be a comics writer, I knew that one of those comics would be made into a TV show, I knew that I'd get a time machine, and I knew that I'd be in love with you. But I've never met any of my future selves from after 2019. I have no idea what's going to happen to me now. I don't know where I'll go from here, and I'm scared, Frank. I could die tomorrow, for all I know."

"Don't do that," Frank said. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"I don't think I will. I just wish I knew where I'm going to go from here."

"You're just like everyone else now, Gerard," Frank said. "Most of us don't know what's going to happen to us, and we have to keep on living anyways. Trust me, Gee, you're going to be okay. I'll always be there for you."

"Thanks, Frank," Gerard said. After listening to Frank, he felt like he could take on the world again. It didn't matter what would happen tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. The past was gone, and the future didn't exist. There was only today, this glorious, beautiful present.

"Hey Gee, do you want to listen to this song I wrote?" Frank asked.

"Sure," Gerard said. "Is it for MCR or Frank Iero and the Future Violents or..."

"No, none of those," Frank said. "It's too personal for that. It's...it's a love song. I wrote it for you."

Frank picked up his guitar again, and he started to play. Gerard listened closely, and soon, he was lost in the music. It was moments like this that reminded him why he had fallen for Frank in the first place, why they'd spent so much of their lives together, why he'd gone back in time to save him, why, even now, they were completely inseparable. By the time Frank hit the second chorus, Gerard was singing along, just like Frank had at the My Chemical Romance show where they'd first met.

This was why Gerard had gone back in time. So he could be with Frank. So he could have art and romance in his life. So he could stop this endless cycle of self-destruction. So he could feel hope, friendship, and love. So he could finally, after all of these years, be happy.

While Gerard listened to the song Frank had written for him, Figment was in his office, trying to calibrate his time machine. "Come on, you piece of junk!" he shouted. "Calibrate already!" The watch didn't do anything, so Figment tried again. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on himself, tried to make the watch recognize his thoughts.

Finally, it worked. The time machine calibrated, and Figment quickly typed "New Jersey 2002" into his watch. In an instant, he was gone.

When he opened his eyes, he was at the top of the staircase in his childhood home in New Jersey. As he slowly headed downstairs, something seemed off, but he couldn't say for sure what it was. He heard the Smashing Pumpkins blaring from the basement, and the walls were covered in posters of the comic book characters he loved, or at least, the ones he'd loved as an angsty teenager.

He approached the bottom of the staircase, and there was a teenage boy there, furiously writing a comic book. Teenagers scared the living shit out of him, but Figment slowly walked toward the boy anyways. Suddenly, the boy dropped his pencil and turned toward Figment. He looked familiar, but it was the face that tipped him off. It was like looking into a mirror.

"Aw, fuck," he muttered. "I think I'm in the wrong year."