A/N: yep yep so I'm back. Hoping this one's better, so here goes for chapter two!

"C'mon Mark, you've been pacing for ages now. She'll be back, I'm sure of it. Let's start eating, she won't mind us starting without her." Roger reassured his friend. "Roge, you know what I'm like. I'm a hope-"

"Less worrier, I know I know, but I know she'll be walking through that door in a matter of moments."

"I know, I just can't help worrying, she's my world…Roge you don't think she's been mugged do you?"

"No Mark."

"I think I'll wait here for her just in case…"

"There's no persuading you is there?" Mark looked up pitifully at roger, a small smile on his lips. "Whatever you want Mark."

Mark sat on the gaffer-taped sofa for at least half an hour, before he heard the metal door of the apartment slide open. In the flurry of wind and clothing he saw his daughters smiling face, Mark smiled back, relieved to see her safe, even if a bit windswept. Marks face soon changed though, as he went into father mode. "And where have you been young lady?" He tried to ask in a stern voice, but failed quite quickly. "Out at the park. Angel needed a walk and I needed some air. I also thought it would be easier if I was out of everyone's hair for a while." Sky shrugged as she took off her coat and scarf, "Oh err, well yes, you should have been back earlier." Mark struggled, "Yes I know, but I lost track of time, and then my papers blew everywhere. But I'm here now and that's all that matters, isn't it?" Sky used her puppy dog eyes, and you could practically see the mental battle that was happening in Marks head, until he gave in and his face softened. "Of course it is. As long as you're safe and here now."

"Thanks dad." Sky said hugging her father tightly, and laying a small kiss upon his cheek, "Oh and happy Hanukah." Sky ran off to join her 'family' at the badly mended table. Mark smiled looking at everyone, so happy, enjoying themselves. Suddenly out of nowhere he was pummelled over by a collie dog throwing itself at him. Mark was now on the floor in a pile of filmmaker and collie, being covered in slobbery licks. "Merry Christmas to you too Angel." He laughed from underneath the mass of fluff. "Mark will you come and sit down." Joanne said very motherly-like, "Yeah your foods getting cold pookie." Maureen added, and got a scowl from Joanne for saying pookie. "Ok I'm comin' I'm comin'" He replied as Angel leapt off and took her place begging for scraps from the table.

The say was full of smiling, laughter, presents (well what could be afforded) and fun. No one was unhappy, and even Joanne and Maureen didn't bicker…. for most of it. It was getting later, and the sun had already gone and the moon shone over the city, when there was a loud rapping at the door. Everyone looked, wondering whom it could be at this time on Christmas day. "I'll get it!" sky shouted making her way over to the door. The young 15 year old yanked the door open, stepping out she looked around for who it could have been, but no one was anywhere in sight. Sky took another step forward and ran into a bag. She looked down at the sack, which was bulging with presents, "Hey guys, come and give me a hand with this. You won't believe what someone's left at our door." Collins went out and managed to hoist the sack onto his back, "Ho ho ho, merry Christmas!" He shouted walking back into the flat. Sky took one last look around, still nobody around. She shrugged and headed back to where everyone had congregated, around the bag of presents. "Hey Mom. This one's for you." Elizabeth called. "Thanks hunny." Maureen and Joanne both chorused as they reached for the present together. This resulted in a tugging match, "hold on girls. Why don't you just read the tag?" Ben suggested. "Oh my god!" Sky yelled, "What is it muffin?" Mimi asked. "I don't believe it. It's some new graphics software, it costs a bomb!"

"Lucky you've got everything else to go with it, because I haven't got the money for a computer." Mark laughed, "Whoever leaves these presents knows what we like, and what we need." Max stated. The 'family' got parcels on every special occasion, or sometimes just on a normal day. It was as if someone was watching over them, seeing what they liked and what they wanted. The thing they desperately wanted to know was, who was leaving these presents? They would dearly like to thank them.

A/N: Ok so chapter two isn't that brilliant either, but I'm stressed and this was the only thing that would come out of my puny brain lol.