Roseanne kept her eyes on the road as she drove home with a moody teenager in the back. Since Becky's at work,and they have her and Dan as emergency contacts on record at the school. She was the one left to pick up her grandson. His unruly dark blonde almost jet black hair reminded the 63 year old grandmother of the boy's father. Especially with the few strands that hung in his eyes, when she, and Dan first met Mark.

Danny as he repeatedly told her,and Dan to call him was almost a exact copy of Mark personality wise when they first meet their son in law. The boy was rebellious talking back to her, getting into shouting matches with his cousin Harris. The only people the boy actually listened to where of course his mother, his uncles, his great aunt,and his grandfather.

Dan joked that Danny being defiant towards her was genetic that he inherited it from both Mark, and Becky. While she reminded Dan that she never liked Mark, but in the end Mark saw them as family, as the parents that he, and David never had. It was a week after the young couple bought Daniel home, both Becky and the newborn where asleep when they went to visit the new little family. He told them that he appreciates everything they have done for David, for the advice that they would give to him, and Becky. For always giving them hope when they almost called it quits on having children.

Daniel Healy better known as Danny to friends, and family was complicated to say the least. He enjoyed spending time with his grandfather in the garage learning the tricks of the trade that was being a mechanic. He is slightly rebellious to get under his grandmother's skin, but he adores his mom, and will never do anything to upset her. His ears are pierced small silver gauges lodged in his lobes, and he has his father's leather jacket with him all the time in school.

Him and his mother live in their little apartment paying rent with the money he makes working part time at an auto body shop and the money his mother earned from her waitress job. He knew that she didn't want him worrying about their financial problems that she wants him to focus on school, on getting an education. He knew his dad would be glad that he's helping out that he's got a job. He misses him, he remembers his dad thanks to the pictures that his mom has in a small photo album. And the stories his grandfather and his uncle David would tell him made him feel closer.

"Danny!"

He cringed at the sound of his grandmother's voice. Throwing off the covers he mumbled a cuss under his breath, and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. He stayed over for the night at his grandparents house. He grumbled under his breath as he shoved his head under the pillow the pounding of footsteps already irritating him.

Harris, and Mark were up his cousins more importantly Harris found ways to get him annoyed. All though it pleased him more that his dear dear grandmother got irritated by her.

"Morning,son"

"Huh, oh yeah morning, Grandpa."

Dan stared at Danny his grandson looked tried, his gaze went to the coffee table two textbooks lay there open with sheets of paper with scribbles all over. Dan shook his head, Danny was like Becky when it comes to school.

Danny grabbed his jacket off the couch once he got his sneakers on, slipping his phone into his back pocket. Affectionately ruffling Mark's hair as he went to the fridge, his youngest cousin was a nice kid reminding him of his uncle because his love for creativity, and somewhat shy personality at times.

Danny shook his head listening to his grandfather complain to his aunt about Mark's uh less than boyish choice in clothing. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he simply acted like he didn't hear a single word when his grandfather asked him if he thought it was fine for a boy to wear girl clothes. He popped a piece of toast into his mouth as he checked the text message from his mom.

Mother

Don't argue with your grandmother. I know it's hard to ignore her, but try to be civil with her tonight. Yes we're having dinner with the family tonight…...need to get back to work those blood stains on the bar counter aren't going to clean themselves

Love you

Pocketing his phone, he looked up to meet the stare of the all terrifying Roseanne Conner well terrifying to some, but no sir not him. He's immune to his grandmother overbearing personality, and tendencies. He let a smirk curl his lips as he propped his feet up on the other chair before his grandmother could sit down.

"Move your feet."

"Nope"

"Daniel"

"Roseanne"

Roseanne turned towards Dan, and pointed a finger towards Danny, "Dan, tell him"

The Conner patriarch sighed as he gave his grandson a look to which Danny simply frowned, and removed his feet noisily. Darlene leaned against the counter watching her nephew and mother interact is like watching her mother, and Becky. As she plated Mark's breakfast she couldn't help but see both her sister and Mark the older Mark for which her son is named after in Danny. The way Danny talked back to her mother is the same i don't care attitude that her brother-in-law had and the way he would say Roseanne is the same way Becky would say mother when they were teens.

The Conner clan enjoyed their morning as Danny let Mark use his phone to draw, while annoying Harris by asking her a zillion questions about chicago to which Harris would glare at him, and tell him to mind his business in a low voice to not get in trouble with their grandparents.

Roseanne and Dan watched Harris, and Danny glare at each other the cousins were seated across from each other reminding them of times when Becky, and Darlene would be at odds with each other.

Darlene rolled her eyes as she cleaned her, and Mark's plates, one thing she would find at least a bit of a miracle is if Harris would do chores like cleaning her plate but nope she got stuck with a daughter who was worse than her, a daughter who was basically a mix of her, and Becky personality wise. Mark on the other hand is nice, polite and sensitive of others feelings just like David.

"Daniel." Said teen glanced up from his phone once he got it back from Mark at Harris who smirked at him.

"How can you stand living in hillbilly country?" Harris questioned crossing her arms,she's been here for a week, but she wants to go back to Chicago were she fits in. She's going to start school tomorrow at the same high school most of her family went to. The positive she knew somebody already, the negative it has to be her cousin.

Danny rolled his eyes of course somebody like his cousin who has lived in a city like Chicago for a good amount of years. Would take one look at the small town of lanford, and think less of it. He shrugged his shoulders, he's lived here his whole life, and doesn't really think much of it. He wonders if someday he will ever consider moving away from lanford, away from his mother,his grandparents, his family.

"Well it's only hillbilly if you look at all the stereotypes that others consider white-trash." he simply quirked an eyebrow in the direction of his grandmother. Grinning at the scowl on her face. While in a rare moment of unity him and Harris high five.

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