One Man, Two Lives Destroyed

Summary: AU She can think of many reasons to explain to her daughter why her fathers not around – just none of them are the truth. MCxMJ MMxRD JJxOC ADSxTC

Note: Bonjour! So here is the newest chapter and I hope you enjoy it very much! LOL! So thank you so much for all the reviews, I really really really LOVE getting them! So if you would all review this chapter, that'd make me happy:o) So how is everybody? Good I expect and does this chapter make everybody as happy as if makes me? Hehe. So this isn't one of the greatest chapters, but I think it's okay… You be the judge. xI'll Cover Youx said this chapter was perfect and I could put it up… So that's what I'm doing. Enjoy everybody! Oh yeah - one last thing... THE SPAINISH ISN'T GREAT BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE SAYING... LOL! Sorry about that.

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Chapter 8

Normal POV

Maureen rubbed her eyes and then opened them. She looked to her side where Natasha was curled up. She smiled and gently got out of the bed. Five years ago, Mimi and Roger had decided to make a guest room besides Marks' old room. That's where Maureen and Natasha were and Angel and Collins were in Marks' old room. Maureen opened the door and then closed it behind her. Mimi was walked around in the kitchen, getting everything ready.

"Good morning Mimi."

"Good morning Mo! How are you today?"

"Fine, any coffee ready?" Mimi nodded and gave her a glass. "I'm so tired." She rubbed her temples with one of her hands. She sighed and the sat down on the couch.

"Then why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Can't, too much going on in my mind." Maureen sighed, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course not, but I'm listening."

"Well…" Maureen looked around; she might as well tell Mimi. "Don't tell anybody, but Mark's back."

"WHAT?"

She whimpered slightly, "He's back in town and I just don't know… You were going to find out somehow – I just wanted to be the one to tell you." Mimi rushed over to her.

"Oh my god Maureen! I'm so sorry… Is that why you were late?"

Maureen looked down at the ground, "Yeah, I kind of met up with him."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no clue."

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Mark yawned as he stood outside the loft. Joanne tapped her foot as Sara checked her make-up. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and Maureen was probably at work. He looked to Joanne who just shrugged.

"Are you going to do anything? Because this is really boring." Sara whined.

"Hormones get use to them." Joanne sighed, "But she's right Mark, are you going to do anything or not?"

"I don't know… I mean – what's the point of going back there if Maureen doesn't want me."

"She's in denial probably-"

"DO SOMETHING OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!" Sara screamed and ran a hand across her face. "Sorry Mark, I just have a short temper right now."

Mark sighed in relief, "No problem, I guess I'll go talk to Roger?"

"Okay, I'll go in first." Joanne said and took Sara's' hand. They walked up the stairs together with Mark trailing behind them. Joanne took out the key and placed it into the lock. "Are you ready Mark?"

"I guess." Joanne turned the key and opened the door.

"Good afternoon everybody!" Joanne shouted and everybody turned to look at Joanne and Sara. Nobody noticed Mark was lurking in the background.

"Sara! Joanne! What a surprise… I thought you had to work today?" Mimi questioned as she balanced Natasha on one hip and hugged both Joanne and Sara slightly.

"No, today I'm just visiting with my friends."

"Yay! Now we have some more players for Apples to Apples!" Natasha shouted and wrapped her arms tightly around Mimi's neck. Mimi kissed Natasha's forehead and then looked at the familiar figure in the doorway.

"Is there something you need to tell us Joanne?" Roger said as he noticed somebody in the doorway also. Soon everybody was starring at the person who was standing in the dark. Joanne turned around and gestured to the person.

"Everybody… Mark's back."

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"Hello? Johnson speaking."

"Maureen! We have a little problem here…"

"Oh hey Mimi… What's up?"

"Well Mark's at the loft and I think Angel's going all crazy." Maureen could hear that somebody was taking the phone away from Mimi and then she heard Spanish, lots of it and she couldn't understand any of it.

"Oh mi dios! Maureen, tienes que explicar esto enseguida? Qué él está haciendo aquí?"

"Uh, Angel… I know you're mad, but I can't understand anything you're saying." Maureen looked over at the phone which was blinking because there were a million calls waiting.

"Sorry sweetie," Angel cleared her throat, "I was just mad, I just asked what is he doing here?"

"Well – uh, I don't really know what he's doing here… There…"

"But he said that he bumped into you yesterday – why didn't you tell us?" Maureen heard somebody else grab the phone. She looked over to Alexi who was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Do you want me to beat the shit out of him?" Rogers' voice invaded the phone.

"No – no, uh I have to go… I'll talk to you when I get there, bye."

"Johnson! What did I say about personal calls?" Alexi questioned and Maureen shook her head.

"I'm sorry, it'll never happen again."

"It better not."

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"She hung up on me!" Roger grumbled as he hung up the phone. Mimi looked around the corner into the other room and then back where Angel, Collins, Roger, and herself were huddled.

"What do we do?" Mimi questioned.

"We could just not talk to him… Until Mo gets home."

"Wouldn't that be rude?" Mimi asked and Angel took Mimi by the shoulders.

"Who cares if it's rude? You know what he did to Maureen?"

"Okay, okay." Mimi held her hands up defensively, "I'll go talk to him."

"What? Are you serious?" Roger asked and Mimi nodded.

"I'm not going to just leave him there and have Maureen face him just like that." She snapped her fingers to make them understand her point.

"Okay, fine… But we're not going to talk to him." Roger crossed his arms across his chest and nodded to Mimi to go out there.

"What babies." Mimi muttered to herself as she plastered a smile of her face. She looked over to Joanne and Sara who were sitting on the metal counter chatting. They pointed towards Mark and Natasha.

Mark sat on the couch as the little girl stared at him, "I really don't like it when you stare at me like that…" Natasha stopped starring and looked at the ground.

"Sorry…" Mark felt bad for this girl.

"What was your name again?"

"Natasha." Was all she said before she started to stare at him again. He sighed and buried his face in his hands. Mimi walked over to the couch were Mark was sitting.

"Markie – uh, there's something you should know."

"What?"

"She isn't my child." Mark cocked his head to the side and gave her a confused stare.

"But you said that she was yours…"

"No, she's actually yours."

"What?"

"Yea, she's Maureen's' girl."

"Shit." He muttered under his breath and Natasha smiled.

"I knew it! I knew you would come back… Mommy said that you would and you did! You're my Daddy!" Natasha ran over to Mimi and tugged at her skirt. "Auntie, that's my Daddy!"

Mimi picked up Natasha, "Yes Nat, that's your dad alright." He stood up and walked over to Mimi – who didn't move as he came closer.

"I'm Mark… You're dad."

"Daddy!" Natasha cheered as the door opened.

Maureen came in looking quite depressed, "I'm home."

End of Chapter 8

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Note: So how did you all like it? Next chapter will be up tomorrow so you don't have to wait that long for it to come! Let's see… Uh, probably a couple more chapters left, I don't really know… We haven't really made a decision just yet. So next chapter is tomorrow! Farewell for now!

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