You Do Like My Baby Sister

Disclaimer: I don't own Mark, Maureen, Roger, Collins, or Joanne.

Fi woke up around seven that morning. She placed her feet over the side of the bed and stretched. The aroma of coffee filled the apartment, and Fi walked out of her room into the kitchen to grab a mug. Aaron was fiddling around in the kitchen while Collins sat at the bar reading a book. "Morning Aaron, Collins." Collins raised his mug in response and Aaron smiled and ruffled her hair as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She walked over to the balcony and sat outside.

"Morning beautiful." A voice said up above her. She raised her hand and smiled.

"Hey. Plan on coming down?" She asked. He nodded and walked back inside. A few minutes later he walked out onto Fi's balcony and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned into him.

"Are you working tonight?" He asked her.

"Nope. Thank god."

"Tired?"

"Exhausted."

"Want me to go?"

She turned to face him, scrunched up her nose, and then shook her head indicating a "no."

Roger shook his head, slightly mocking her before smiling and kissing her. Fi wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up a little more. They seemed totally oblivious to the world around them until Aaron came out. "Have either of you seen Gen?"

Fi pulled back slightly, "Is she not in her room?" He shook his head. "Did she even come home last night after her walk?"

"I was hoping you could answer that." Aaron stated. Fi walked back inside and into her room, the bed was made, and her room was neat, she walked out of her room and out of the apartment. She ran down the steps and out of the building, her car was still there. She looked up and down the street frantically as if Gen would suddenly appear. She ran her hand through her already tangled hair and sighed in frustration. 'Where are you?' She thought. She ran back upstairs and into her apartment where Aaron, Roger, and Collins were waiting.

"Her car is still down there, she didn't come home last night." She said, her voice shaking and slightly high pitched. Roger walked over to her and grabbed her by the arms.

"She's fine; she can take care of herself."

"And what if she isn't Roger? What if she's lying unconscious out there somewhere? What if she's fucking dead? I should have never let her walk by herself. I knew she was upset; I should have made her talk to me. This is all my fault Roger...I-" The rest of her words were cut off, the tears that had begun building behind her eyes released down her cheeks. She stared at the floor as Roger pulled her into a crushing embrace.

"We'll find her Fi, I promise you, we'll find her."

"Pray it isn't too late though." She said hoarsely before she fell to her knees crying. Aaron walked out of the apartment and ran upstairs.

"Mark...Mark...MARK!" Aaron yelled into the apartment, Mark walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Did Gen come around her last night?"

"No..."

"Did you see her after the gig?"

"We talked right after, but other than that no."

"Did she say anything...weird?"

"She was upset, but other than that no."

"Did you see her around two or so?"

"No."

"Shit."

"What?"

"Mark, Gen's missing, we don't even know where to begin to look for her."

"Call the police."

"How would that help?"

"I don't know. But it's a start. Have you checked the local hospital?"

"No, come downstairs." Mark followed, pulling on his jacket.

"Are you alright Fi?" Mark asked. She looked up at him for a moment then turned her gaze onto a spot on the wall. Mark walked over to the phone and started making some calls. His last call was to the hospital. After a few moments of hurried conversation he hung up. "Around eight this morning, a young girl was brought in, it might be Gen." Mark said, heading for the door. Fi stood up and walked behind him, Roger, Aaron, and Collins in toe. About twenty minutes later the group had arrived at the hospital. Fi ran to the emergency room.

"Was there a young woman brought in here earlier this morning?" The charge nurse nodded, Fi pulled out a picture of Gen from her wallet, "Was this her?" The nurse took the picture, scrutinized it and nodded.

"Yeah, it looks like her; she was taken to the Trauma unit. Lady, I should warn you, she's beat up pretty badly." Fi took off, not even beginning to digest the fact that her sister was in the Trauma unit. She got on the elevator and rode it to the next floor. It opened up to the main desk.

"Could you please tell me where Genevieve Blake is?" Fi asked a woman at the desk while showing her a picture. "She's my sister and-"

"Down the hall and firs door to the left." The woman said kindly.

"Thank you!" Fi ran to Gen's room and pushed the door back. She placed her hand over her mouth and released a small gasp when she saw her sister.

Gen was lying on the bed, seemingly sleeping, but most likely unconscious. 'At least she isn't unconscious on the street.' Fi thought bitterly. Gen's right eye was swollen and black. Above her eyebrow there was a cut that led to her eyebrow. Her left cheek was swollen and bruised as was the left part of her upper lip. She had another cut that went down her right cheek to her lip. The parts of her skin that weren't bruised purple were pale leaving a disgusting contrast. Her arms were bruised and a couple of fingers were wrapped. She had so many IV's coming out her left arm, Fi couldn't even begin to guess what each one did. Fi didn't dare what the rest of her looked like, and was slightly glad that the blanket was pulled up to her breast. A few minutes after she had reached the room, Roger, Aaron, Collins, and Mark ran in. Aaron walked to the other side of the bed from Fi and inhaled sharply. "Is she alright?" He asked in a whispered tone. Fi shrugged and pulled up a chair to sit down. She stared at her sister, willing her to wake up. She gently picked up her hand, and held it between her palms.

"Wake up, please...wake up." Fi said, her voice breaking with the tears.

"I'll go see if I can find anything out." Collins stated. Mark moved to the end of the bed and stared at her, he somehow knew this was only the beginning for Gen, and what a rough beginning it was.


Two days passed, and Fi and Aaron held a constant vigil by Gen's side. Aaron's family consisted of Fi and Gen, the thought of losing either one of them was disheartening. Fi and Gen were not only sisters but best friends. Fi did not want to lose either one. Collins and Roger visited during the day, but left the nights to Fi and Aaron. Mark spent the two days in the lounge with his head in his hands. He never understood how things could change so quickly, and this just further confused him. He wanted Gen awake and well. Not lying in a bed hooked up by "hospital lifelines." He always stood at the foot of the bed and stared at Gen full on. Even with the nasty bruises marking her face, Mark thought she was a vision of loveliness. By the third day, Gen stirred. She looked down at her sister and smiled, unable to talk because of the tube down her throat. She looked up and saw Mark. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she began to panic. Mark ran out to get a nurse. Instantly a nurse and doctor ran in.

"Well Ms. Blake, you gave all of us quite a start." The doctor said calmly. "Let's remove that tube from your throat, you threw up quite a lot while you were out." He quickly set to work on removing the obscene tube and when he was done, Gen rubbed her throat and nodded her thanks. Fi handed her a glass of water, and Gen willingly drank it. Aaron squeezed her hand and she smiled. "She'll be able to talk in an hour or so. It'll be hoarse but that much can be expected.

Sure enough, an hour later Gen was talking and laughing with Fi, Aaron, Collins, and Roger. Mark walked in and looked over at Gen. She immediately shut up. Mark spoke, "Can you guys give us a minute?" They looked over at Gen who nodded. The four stood up and left. "How are you feeling?" Mark asked timidly. Gen rolled her shoulder and winced. "Not great I take it."

"I've been in worse pain, can't think of time though." She said attempting to be humorous.

"What happened?"

"I don't really want to talk about it right now."

"You're going to have to."

"I know, and I plan on doing it while every one is in the same room so I don't have to repeat myself twelve times."

"Listen, Gen, you have no idea how sorry I really am about what happened..."

"Don't." Gen stated sternly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't bother Mark. I've been given those same excuses ten times before, I don't need that bull shit from you. You're an asshole, you know that right? And that's coming from me."

"I don't know why it happened it just did..."

"Guess what Mark? You're going to get a lot of opportunities for things like that, but when you're in a relationship you don't let things 'just happen'."

"I didn't realize we were in a relationship." Mark said, instantly regretting it.

"So I was just a fling for you? Dear god Mark, you knew about Jeff and you still used me?"

"You need to get over Jeff."

"Screw you. You know nothing about him, if you did, you'd be ashamed of yourself." She spat. "And that still leaves us with the fact that you Mr. Camera-boy, used me."

"I DID NOT USE YOU! I don't play that shit!" Mark said, raising his voice.

"Well what was it then Mark? You can't have both Maureen and I. She may enjoy being with tons of people at one point but guess what, that isn't me. You're really something Ma-" Mark cut her off by kissing her.

"I don't know how to explain to you that Maureen is only a friend, but if you tell me that didn't mean anything I'll leave right now."

"It meant nothing." Gen said.

"I don't believe you."

"Believe whatever the hell you want, but here is the truth, it meant nothing! Do you understand...NOTHING!" Mark looked down at her then stalked out of the room. Gen slapped her hands over her face and groaned.

"Care to tell me why you just did that?" Aaron asked while walking into her room.

"I would if I know why. Aaron, he kissed another girl, and he expects me to be okay with it. It wouldn't suck so much if it wasn't some girl I knew and trusted, or his ex. But I guess that's my luck isn't it." She said, her voice thick with growing emotion.

"You have to let go of Jeff before you can move on."

"Why does everyone tell me that? I know I have to, but guess what, it's hard. He hasn't been dead a year yet my entire world is screaming for me to get over him?"

"You're not betraying him by caring for Mark." Gen lowered her head. "Fuck Gen, is that what this is about. You feel like your betraying Jeff by caring for Mark?"

"Partly, I guess."

"He's dead."

"I know that." She spat. "Listen, I'm going back in a few months, and him kissing Maureen just proves the point that it wouldn't work."

"There's a wonderful thing called trust. You should try it sometime."

"Like you trust Collins?"

"I do trust him."

"Not enough to tell him your little secret."

"That was low."

"It was the truth. Don't you dare tell me how to handle anything when you can't even tell Collins the truth."

"He hasn't asked."

"Doesn't mean he shouldn't know." Gen said. "I love you Aaron, your like my brother, Collins loves you in the way you need to be loved though, you have to tell him." Aaron sighed and slipped into a chair.

"I know." He stated, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just not easy to tell."

"Without telling him, you'll never have a relationship. At least by letting him know you'll have a beginning, even if it's a rough beginning." Aaron nodded and kissed her forehead.

"Get some sleep kiddo."

"Yes sir." She said and mock saluted him.


Over the next few days, Gen always had someone by her side. On one day in particular it was Roger.

"Hey cutie." She said to Roger. He laughed.

"Hey gorgeous."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to lie?"

"Yeah, but she also told me flattery will get you everywhere."

"She's right. What's in the bag."

He looked down, "Oh, just some stuff we thought you might like." He pulled up a chair and sat down as Gen pulled herself up. "I take it things between you and Mark aren't going?"

"You're a quick one. What else did you expect?"

"Are you really willing to stop something before it started because of a mistake."

"It was a pretty big mistake."

"I agree."

"It would have to have ended eventually you know."

Roger looked up, "Why?"

"I can't stay here, I'm going back."

"And you don't think a long-distance relationship would last?"

"Not when I'm gone six months out of the year."

"He could go with you."

"Can you picture him in Africa?"

Roger thought about it, then laughed. "No not really."

"I couldn't either."

"You care for him don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then let him know."

"What's the point? One of us or both will end up hurt in a few months."

"He's hurting now Gen. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but let me tell you this. Running won't help, because when you've come to your realizations, you may find he may not be there."

"I'll think on it."

"That's all I ask."

"You guys are sure tough on a hospital patient."

"Stuff it, you go home tomorrow."

"I know, I've been ready to leave since I woke up."

Roger mussed Gen's hair. "I'm sure you have."


Later that night at the loft, Roger was talking to Mark. "I saw Gen today."

"Exciting." He said sarcastically.

"Mark, lose the sarcasm."

"Why? You use it all the damn time."

"It works for me." Mark rolled his eyes.

"Roger, why the hell are you bothering me?"

"Because you've acted like shit ever since you kissed Maureen."

"Don't go there, don't fucking go there. I went through your shit with April, and I went through your shit with Mimi, and did I say anything ever? No I didn't. I watched you sulk and blow off everything, so don't you fucking tell me what I'm doing." Mark said, slamming into his bedroom. Someone knocked on the door, it was Maureen.

"Hey Roger, is Markey here?" She said in her upbeat tone.

"Can I help you Maureen?"

"Yeah...is Mark in there?"

"Yes."

"Can I come in?"

"Fine." Roger opened the door up a little more, letting Maureen in.

"So...where is he?"

"Mark, get your ass out here."

"What the fuck do you-oh Maureen...hi."

"Hey Markey. Listen I just wanted to apologize again. But honestly, I enjoyed it, and I know you did too, so I don't know why I'm apologizing."

"God Maureen, get off of your fucking planet."

"What?"

"I'm tired of you coming to me whenever your sex life sucks. I'm not your porn, so back the hell off!"

"I guess Gen still hasn't forgiven you?" She asked innocently.

"No and I don't blame her. Just get the hell out of my face. Go...leave."

Maureen glared at him. "Whatever Mark."

"Good bye Maureen." Mark said slamming the door behind her as she left.

"I don't know if that was wise." Roger said.

"I don't care."

"Really?"

"Really. Maureen will be nothing more than the drama queen friend I have."

"Congratulations Mark, you've finally stopped dancing the Tango Maureen." Mark grinned slightly. "However, you still have to get in the good graces of Gen."

"I'm trying."

"No your not, your sulking."

"I tried."

"Try again."

Fi walked upstairs a few minutes later. "Who pissed off Maureen?"

"I did." Mark stated.

Fi looked at him, then smiled. "You do like my baby sister!" She exclaimed.

"A bit." Mark admitted.

A/N: Okay, stopping there, I know this is a short chapter, but the next one will be full of redemption, and more controversy bleh...ah well. I'm writing my Roger one-short, actually I'm writing two. Hehe. I may have one up tonight. Just depends, I'm having some trouble with the other one. Okay you know what to do, review bitte!

I love you all!