A/N: Just an idea I had a couple of days. Richie's dad was a jerk and we may assume that Francis's probably was. The first and maybe only full length story I'll write.

"No way, Mom...you're kiddin'."

"No, Richie. I just can't...I can't take it anymore."

"Well, Mom, don't stay on my account. I'm an adult now and I was kinda hoping this would happen sooner or later."

"Oh, thank God! Thank you, Richie!"

Poor Maggie Foley began to sob on her blonde son's shoulder as she finally made a decision that the woman had been waiting about fifteen years to make. Sean Foley was nothing more than a racist, homophobic blue collar who beat his wife. She just needed to get out. Richie held her to him as he sat down on the couch where, for the last five years, he had cried with and coaxed her to make this decision.

"Have you told him yet?"

"Oh, no. I'm waiting until you introduce Francis."

"Ahhh...That makes sense. We'll take you back to our place."

"I don't think that's going to work, Richard."

"Mom, you know Francis is completely straight now. He's fought crime since he split from Ebon."

"Honey, it's not that. It's just...well...let's just wait and see."

The homosexual teen didn't press the matter further, partly because the door was being roughly knocked. Couldn't be his dad, he wouldn't knock. Not Virgil either, the knocking wouldn't be so rough, so...

"Foley, Mrs. Foley, you home?"

Ahhh...Frankie...

Richie looked at his mother, who gave a nod.

"Come on!"

The tall pyro walked in with a nearly concerned look. He wasn't mad or anything, just confused.

"What took so long, Foleys,"he tried to joke,"never takes you so long to answer, and you always open the the door."

For the three years Francis had been straight, he had been dating Richie Foley for two and a half, and he had known and really cared about Maggie Foley for two. He knew the family that he cared to know.

Maggie smiled a genuine smile at Francis, already a son to her.

"We've made some...difficult...decisions, Francis."

"Okay...what's goin' on?"asked the ginger, more than a little worried for his mother figure and her son, his lover.

"I'm leaving my husband, Francis."

The pyrokinetic stared at Maggie then Richie. When he met his lover's gaze, which happened to be his same gaze of 'It's about time, dammit', he couldn't help but laugh.

"Congrats, Mrs...what's your last name?"

Maggie laughed at the man's sentiment.

Suddenly, her phone began to to ring. She pulled out the disposable phone, saw the name, and gasped.

Her voice went flat as she turned to her boys.

"I need to take this alone. Could you step out for a sec?"

"Depends,"said Francis,"is it Foley's dad?"

"Yeah,"spoke Richie,"I have some words for him."

"No boys, just a friend. Why don't you stay in Richie's room for a bit?"

Both men shrugged and went upstairs.

As soon as it was still, she answered the phone.

"Megan Stone, its been too long..."

Francis Stone laid on the bed beside his nodding geek. Frozen. He heard only two words:

Megan Stone.

No.
It just couldn't be...