My inspiration for this story was from Tina 101's Hey Mister, She's My Sister. I dedicate this story to Tina 101 for the inspiration she's been! Disclaimer: I don't own, I rent.

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Mark was piecing together a film in the living room. Roger was in his and Mimi's room, strumming out a tune on his Fender. Mimi was in the shower. A knock on the door called for attention. Mark, knowing Roger wouldn't answer the door, paused his work on his film. Mark slid open the door. There stood a young girl who barely looked 16. "Can I help you?" Mark asked.

"Is Roger home, Mark?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Mark, who is it?" Roger asked, appearing at the door.

"Roger! Roger, can I come in?"

"Wait, Roger, who is this?"

The girl sighed impatiently. "God Mark, you haven't changed at all in the past eight years. Don't you remember me?"

"Emily?" Roger asked looking at his little sister. Emily nodded.

"Well I'm sure as hell not Santa."

"Emily, what the hell are you doing here?" Roger demanded.

"Good to see you again too, Roger. Look, can I come in?"

"Oh, sorry, yeah." Roger and Mark backed up, allowing Emily entrance. "Sit down if you want," Roger said, flopping onto the couch. Emily took off her back pack, and sank into one of the chairs. "So what are you doing here?" Roger asked again.

"I'm here because, because..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Emily's petite frame broke down into body-raking sobs. Her dirty blonde hair falling forward as she cried into her hands. Roger moved to comfort his sister. He rubbed small circles on her back. Mark went to tell Mimi, who was now out of the shower, what was going on.

"Mimi? Are you dressed?" Mark asked.

"Yeah," Mimi said, opening the door. "Mark, who is that?"

"First off, those two need some time alone; can I come in?"

"Sure." Mimi went and sat on the bed. Mark closed the door behind him.

"The girl out there is Emily."

"Who's Emily?" Mimi asked.

"Roger hasn't told you much about his past, before he came to New York, has he?"

"No," Mimi said growing impatient.

"You've also never seen the last picture in his wallet, have you?"

"No," Mimi repeated, more impatiently.

"Emily is Roger's sister. She was eight when Roger left. Before then, Emily was Roger's top priority, even before his band."

"Roger never said he had a sister. Why would he not tell me?"

"Because he had to leave almost everything behind when he came here. The only things he could bring were his Fender, and some clothes, and that picture." Mark paused, "He didn't even get to say goodbye to her, not in person."

"So what is she doing here now?"

"Roger's trying to figure that out now." Mimi stood up and left the bedroom, ignoring Mark's protests, to assist Roger with his sister. Roger gazed away from his sister when Mimi sat down. Emily had calmed down significantly.

"Emily," Roger said, "this is my girlfriend, Mimi. Mimi, I know I should have told you, this is my sister, Emily."

"Hi," Mimi said.

"Hey," Emily replied. It was evident to Mimi that Emily had been crying, even though she wore no make-up.

"Emily, would it be easier on you if you wrote it down?" Roger asked.

Emily shook her head no. "Roger, he raped me; Dad raped me!" Emily's body shook with sobs again.

Mimi held onto Roger, knowing his temper would cause him to do something he'd regret.

"You're staying here," Mimi informed Emily, once the siblings had both calmed down a little. Emily nodded gratefully.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"I'll go clean up Collins' old room," Mark said. He had observed the scene in silence, now speaking for the first time.

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Emily finally fell asleep. Mimi sat on the couch, Roger's head in her lap. "Thanks for being so understanding," Roger said. "I know you didn't have to be."

"It's fine, Roger," Mimi said, tucking a strand of Roger's hair behind his ear. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I do think we should get some sleep though." Roger stood up, and before Mimi could get the chance to stand, scooped her up, kissing her full on the lips, and carried her into their bedroom.

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Emily woke with a start; she looked around the room, forgetting she wasn't at home. She glanced at her watch. 7:02am, Roger wouldn't be awake yet. She got out of bed and trudged over to her back pack which lay by the door. She picked up the clothes she had worn yesterday, shrugged, and replaced her pajamas with the clothes. She withdrew from her bag a notebook; it was one of the few items she had been able to grab. She opened to a new page, and began to write. Around 9:30, she heard someone in the kitchen. She placed her notebook back in her bag, and exited the room.

"Hey," Mark said, starting to make coffee.

"Morning," Emily replied, pulling her sleeves down further. "No, no, no; okay, does your coffee taste like shit?"

"Yeah, it's what we get for getting the cheap kind."

"No, it's what you get for not making it the best way possible. May I?" Mark nodded, and observed as Emily made the coffee. She move fluently, and the coffee was ready surprisingly quickly. Emily handed Mark a mug, and got one for herself, though she doubted either had been washed recently.

"Emily, where did you learn that?"

"Fast service and good coffee usually earns a bigger tip. I've worked as a waitress since I was thirteen. How long do Roger and Mimi usually sleep?"

"They both do their various forms of work at night, but since neither of them worked last night, my guess is around 10:15."

"Well, it's 9:58 now." Emily sighed. "So, what's your job then?"

"I film for Buzzline. I do documentaries."

"That's so like you. Even as a teenager, you always had your stupid camera with you." Mark chuckled at the memory. A groggy Mimi exited the bedroom.

"Would you like some coffee?" Emily asked. Mimi nodded, and accepted a mug full of the steaming liquid. Mimi sat on the counter, and held the mug in her hands, waiting for it to cool a little.

"Roger's awake, he'll be out soon," Mimi mumbled, taking a small sip of her coffee. "Did we get a better brand this time?"

"No, I made it differently," Emily said.

"I hate mornings," a very sleepy Roger grumbled.

"You always have. Here," Emily said filling another mug with coffee.

"Mimi, I think we should let these two talk alone for a while," Mark said, pulling Mimi out onto the fire escape.

Silence enveloped the siblings. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Roger spoke. "So what are you interested in? Last I knew it was ballet and Barbie."

"I had a job, so I didn't really have the time for many extra activities. I was in I band though. I played the drums." Roger gave a half smile. "It was a way to connect with you."

"I can't apologize for leaving, but I am sorry for not keeping in touch with you." Emily nodded. Silence once again consumed the siblings.

"Roger, I've known you too long, I know when you're hiding something from me. What is it you're trying to hide?" Roger sighed.

"I don't know how to tell you; I'm afraid that you won't look at me like you used to."

"Just tell me, Roger. Why are you being so distant from me?"

"Emily, I have, um, I have, I have an illness."

"That's what you've been hiding from me? Roger, I know there's more than that."

"Mimi has this illness too, but we got it at different times. I, I don't think I can tell you what it is we have; not now anyway."

At that moment, Maureen burst into the loft. "Good morning," she said in a chipper manner. Emily glared at Maureen. "Roger, who is this?" Maureen asked, Joanne appearing behind her.

"Before I say anything, I'm gonna let Mark and Mimi back inside before they freeze." Roger walked over to the window, and invited Mimi and Mark back inside, where some warmth could be found. Emily stood there, feeling out of place amongst the group. "Why don't we get Collins over here as well, then she can meet you all at once."

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A half hour later Collins arrived. "So what is so urgent that you had to wake me up before noon?"

"Um, sorry, again," Roger said. "So now that everyone's here, this is Emily. She's my sister."

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Maureen. "Why weren't we told about this sooner? I mean, Collins and I have known you for the past eight years! You couldn't have slipped it into one of the conversations that you had a sister?!"

"Maureen, Honey Bear, calm down," Joanne coaxed. "I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Maureen, you have to understand; when I left, I had to leave basically my whole world behind." Roger sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I've been spending the last eight years trying to forget what living with my parents was like!"

"Wow, man, that's some heavy shit," Collins said.

"I didn't mean to cause such controversy; maybe I shouldn't have come," Emily said, speaking for the first time.

"No, I'm glad you're outta that house, especially after what dad did. I want you to stay," Roger said.

"It's nice to meet you," Collins said.

"Don't worry; Maureen's just upset with Roger. She'll warm up to you soon enough," Joanne said.

Emily nodded. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Maureen had warmed up considerably to Emily. It turned out the two had much in common.

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So that was chappy one. I have most of chappy 2 written, it just took me awhile to come up with a title. So once more, THANK YOU TINA! She has been a marvelous help, and inspiration. I'll update ASAP. PLEASE let me know what you think. Diva