A/N: Huh…So I Googled Henry Davis and it gave me a Wikipedia page for Henry Davis who was an actor on Broadway who was in Porgy and Bess. XD

How weird is that?

There is also a Henry Davis school of Motoring XD

So yeah! This fic is back! I'm so excited for this!

REVIEW PLEASE!

"Goddammit!" Henry shouted as he slammed the door of his room shut. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, just leaning against the door, defeated.

"What happened?" Natalie asked, knowing it was something serious if it had him this upset. He didn't say anything, he didn't even look at her. "Henry."

With the pathetic look of sad, kicked puppy, he gently lifted his head to face her. "I don't want to talk about it..."

She just wouldn't take that for an answer. "Just tell me what's bothering you. I thought we were supposed to tell each other everything."

"No, I mean we are, but..." he sighed and just gave in, not knowing what else to do. "My dad was here. He told me that...that I have a brother."

"What?" She looked just about as stunned as he did. "But...did he-?"

"Cheat? Yes. Then he married the whore and now he wants me to stay with him over the summer."

She gave him a sad sympathetic look, beckoning him over to the bed. He rolled his eyes and obeyed, sitting down next to her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close and just holding him. "It's ok to cry, you know..."

"I'm not gonna cry..." He protested, wanting to pull away but he knew he just couldn't.

She leaned in closer and kissed his forehead motherly, whispering "I'm so sorry..." He nodded gently, wordlessly telling her that he appreciated her concern. She kissed him again, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. She felt him almost desperately cling onto her, hiding his face from her, not wanting her to see him break down. She stroked his hair gently, soon moving her touch to his cheek where she softly placed another kiss. She felt him just lose his composure, just stopping everything he was doing and crying.

He couldn't believe that it actually got to this, that his father finally pushed him over the brink…He was just so glad that he had someone like Natalie to go through this with him. He felt her hand soothingly moving up and down his back, her lips gently brushed against the top of his head.

"Shhh…" She comforted, just like he had done to her so many times. "It's gonna be ok…"

He found himself oddly settled down as she continued. He would've never expected her to be that motherly to him. She was his girlfriend, not his caretaker. But at that moment, that's exactly what it felt like.

"You ok now?" She asked him, pulling him away from her shoulder and forcing his wet, bloodshot brown eyes to look into hers. He nodded as she pulled him close to her again. "So when do you leave?"

"Next week…" he whispered quietly, his arms around her again, never wanting to let go.

"I want to go with you."

But as soon as she said this, he freed himself from her protective grasp, staring at her like she was crazy. "What? No."

"Why not?"

"Because no parent in their right mind will let a teenaged girl spend a month in New York City with her boyfriend."

"They live in New York?" she asked sort of hopefully. A huge smile spread across her face. "Please, Henry? Let me go? You know it's my dream to go to New York. And if you keep rejecting me, I just may not ever forgive you."

"Just stop it!" he yelled at her, causing her to flinch slightly. "Look, it's not that I don't want you to go. I would kill for you to go. It's just…I don't want you to see what it's like between my dad and me. It's bad, Nat…really bad."

"You've seen what it's like with my fucked up family. Yours can't be much worse."

He just solemnly looked over at her, "I'd rather have your family. I actually just love being there, you know. It seems…normal to me."

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about…."

He sighed and just went to explain himself. "I don't know…Your family just seems together…"he saw her shaking her head in disagreement, but he ignored her. "I mean, you all just are cool with each other- don't look at me like that."

She looked as though she was about to vomit. "Why do you think that?"

"At least you have a relationship with your parents. My mom always preferred my sister to me, you know, 'cause she's the girl. And my dad was never there…The last conversation we had ended up in me getting smacked across the face…"

She just grabbed onto him again and hugged him so tightly to herself. "I'm so sorry…."

"It's ok…"

"Please take me with you?" He looked up at her in disbelief, especially after all he just told her. "I want to go through this with you. I don't care how bad it gets, I want to be with you through everything. I love you, Henry. You know that." She gently placed her hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. She kissed his lips passionately, trying to get her point across. She just kept going until he would finally step in.

He pulled away from her and threw her a scowl. "What was that? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"No! I was just-!"

"Because that's not really necessary, considering that you're already coming with me."

"What?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face. "You meant it?"

"Of course…I couldn't do this without you." He kissed her this time as she fell back onto the bed, him hovering on top of her.

Nothing could be more perfect now to him….

It was around noon in Alphabet City. Roger could always tell. Just about every other day around noon, Mark would take his camera, his scarf, and a coat and try to get some footage for his newest documentary. Roger had no idea what it was even about, but he just shrugged and stuck to his guitar playing.

"Roger," Mark called, about to head out the door. "I'm going-"

"Out." Roger finished. "I know."

Mark slowly made his way back over to Roger who just plopped himself down on the couch. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Mark. Go."

"Is it Mimi?"

Roger found it so hard not to show, but the guess was right on. He was terrified for Mimi, he looked towards their bedroom, the door open a little bit. He could see a tiny outline of her sleeping gently, her dark curly hair spilling all over the sheets.

But to Roger's relief, there was a knock on the door as soon as he was about to answer. Mark rolled his eyes and went to open it. Bursting through the doorway was Maureen, as pumped and peppy as ever. She wore a huge smile from ear to ear, practically jumping with excitement. But behind her was Joanne, her exact polar opposite. Something had gone on because even serious Miss Ivy League Joanne Jefferson was grinning.

She quickly hugged Mark and said, "Well, we did it."

"Did what?" he asked as Maureen came up to hug him next.

"I'm gonna be on the news!" she squealed happily. "And it's all thanks to Pookie…"

Mark looked like he was going to throw up as Maureen kissed Joanne squarely on the lips. It had been a year since they got together. He figured he'd be used to it by now…but he just wasn't. Roger just laughed at him. He always knew that Mark wasn't the best with girls, but when he actually converted one to lesbianism, it was worth making fun of. He did feel bad for his best friend though. Poor guy was kind of lonely…

"What are you gonna be on the news for, Mo?" Roger asked, suddenly diving into the story.

She gave him an evil stare and said, "Don't call me that. No one calls me that. BUT they want to get some coverage of my performance."

"It's a charity thing." Joanne explained further. "We're donating the money to AIDS research…so it doesn't happen again…"

Everyone tried their hardest not to look at Roger just out of pity. They all knew that if anyone was going to go next it would be him or Mimi. And they couldn't bear losing someone else close to them…

"Well…" Maureen interrupted breaking the awkward silence. "Um, Marky….where are you going?"

"Going to get some footage…" he sighed, grabbing the camera once again. "You wanna come?"

"Sure…Pookie? Wanna come with us?" But Joanne didn't even get a chance to answer before Maureen dragged her out the door quickly.

Mark just smiled lightly and said, "We'll be back later." and shut the door.

Roger sighed and went back to tuning his guitar. Why wasn't it working? It was just fine the other day… "Dammit…" he whispered, putting the guitar down. But it wasn't long before the phone began to ring. He groaned and went to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Roger? Honey?"

It was his mother. "Mom, what do you want?"

"Look, I need to talk to you about something. You know the man I married a few months ago, right?"

"Yeah…So?"

"Well, honey…How do I put this?" She wanted to make sure he took to this nicely and didn't make a big deal out of it. "He's your father."

"What?" He honestly couldn't believe what she was telling him. This guy she just married now is his father? Where had he been all his life then? Why did he abandon his mother and himself?

"I'm sorry I have to tell you this now…"

"But if he's my father then…why did he leave us? Where was he my whole life?"

She sighed, hoping he wouldn't think any less of her. "He was married to another woman. We…had an affair, Roger. I'm so ashamed of what I did. I truly am…"

"So why do I need to know this?"

"Honey, you have a sister and a brother."

Roger was about to just lose it all. "What? How-?"

"They're his children from the marriage. The girl's about your age. The boy is seventeen. She's off at school somewhere and, um, the boy is still in high school. His father talks very highly of him."

"He does?"

"He's coming here next week to meet you."

That's it…he thought. I lost it… "What do you mean he's coming here?"

"Your father wanted you two to meet for the first time, so he'll be spending a month in New York. Do you mind if he stays with you?"

"Uh, yes. I do mind. Mom, I hardly have enough to get by with just me, Mark, and Mimi. Imagine throwing this kid in."

She sighed solemnly, trying to make a point. "Roger, you'll be having your own child in two months. You should get used to it."

He sighed as well. Maybe this would be some practice for him and Mimi. Maybe things'll even go well. "Ok, fine. I'll do it. And I mean, who is this kid anyway?"

"You'll just have to wait and meet him…"

And with that she hung up, leaving a stunned Roger still sitting on the couch.

"Roger?" He whipped around to see Mimi wearily walking over to him. "What's going on?"

He shook his head and looked down at his feet. "I have a brother."

A/N: AWW! Yay HenNat and MoJo! I love those name abbreviation things…DUHN DUHN DUHN! Drama ahoy!

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