Authors note: I don't own Fosters! Will you stop bugging me?

to: Spyden: Thanks Spy den, thats really helping, these types of reviews.

to: The other reviewer (sorry, can't remember your name): Poor mac! You'll just have to find out, won't you! ;)

This chap features Eva Cassidy's Autumn Leaves

Two weeks passed. The doctor's results came back and it was unanimous: Mac had acute leukemia. Frankie visited just about every day, despite his mothers silent unapproval. His condition seemed to worsen every day, but Mac's face tried it's very best to smile. Bloo, well. He kept an optimistic disposition and even helped Mac in his day to day life, and even reading comics with him. He couldn't even walk. Terrance had been grounded, and Frankie was even more stressed than usual.

"No Mr Herriman, I said I CANT WORK THAT MUCH!!!! DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?" Frankie's shrill voice rang through the house one morning.

"Miss Francis, I only asked you to mop up every room in the house," Mr Herriman's calm voice joined hers, and Frankie said something inaudible. Mumbling angrily she made her way to the top of the house, a mop in one hand and a duster in the other. When she made it to the top, Mr Herriman's voice echoed through a speaker.

"Miss Francis, the doorbell is ringing,"

"I KNOW! CAN'T YOU GET IT?"

"Please, Miss Francis. i am rather busy, and I cannot leave the system,"

"WELL, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, I AM AT THE TOP OF THE HOUSE!!!"

"Do it, Miss Francis,"

Frankie screamed frustrated and threw the mop on the floor. Stamping down every staircase in the house, and after half an hour, the long suffering Red head yanked the door open.

"Great. He's gone, you stupid rabbit! If you had opened it, they would be here!"

A face peeked out from the side of the house. He had green eyes and brown hair and looked like he was about twenty. "I've come about the job in the window?" he shyly mumbled. Frankie felt like she could just die and go to heaven right there and then. At last, some help!

"Come in! Thank god! Come in and I'll show you around and we'll get you sorted,"

He stepped in. He looked painfully shy and he stuttered slightly.

"Whats your name then?" Frankie sang. "I'm Francis,"

"Danny, Miss Francis," he stammered.

"Just call me Frankie, Danny," Frankie rolled her eyes.
How opposite could you get? Frankie, the hyperactive, spunky and fiery red head (must be the ginger hair) and the desperately bumbling and permanently blushing Danny. Well, it's help. Especially with the Mac situation.

"And thats the house. Your job will be to help me to wash, cook, tidy, clean, and care for the imaginary friends. And while I 'm out, you keep the house under control.Any questions?" Frankie gave him the bucket.

"How much Will I be paid?" He spoke up.

"About a five an hour. Sorry it isn't good pay, Mr Herriman's fault. Do yourself a favor and stay away from him. He's a huge rabbit wearing galoshes. You can't miss him,"

At that, Wilt strode into the room. "Oh, hey, mr..."

"Wilt, this is Danny. He'll be helping with the housework,"

Wilt put his massive hand out to shake Danny's. "I'm Danny," Dan squeaked.They shook awkwardly and Wilt whistled onwards. Danny stood there, his mouth gaping open. "He's huge!" He gasped to Frankie.

"The thing with this place is, you get to stay here If you want. I can organize it for you to stay If you want to. it'll just cost you rent,"

"Thank you miss Frankie. I have a feeling I'm gonna like it here,"

"Yup. Hey wanna go to the bar down the road on Friday night?"

"I'd love to,"

"Hey listen. I've gotta go to the hospital, and when I get back I'll talk to the rabbit and hopefully it won't mess up his stupid rules,"

Friday night came. Mac was a little more stable, and she had a helper now. The only problem was Danny had turned out to be quiet and reserved and kept calling her Miss Frankie. Maybe he'll turn into a mini Herriman. Oh well. Frankie shrugged off the thought and hauled herself out of the bath and walked to the mirror. At that moment, Bloo burst in the door, flailing his arms about. He stopped when he saw Frankie and screamed. Frankie screamed too.

"Bloo! Get out!" She yelled and grabbed a nearby towel.

"My eyes! oh god, my eyes! I'm Blind!"

"Shut up Bloo. What the heck?"

"It's Mac! Something happened... he keeps shaking and he's throwing up and... and... Come on!" Bloo went to grab her arm.

"Let me get dressed Bloo. I'll be two seconds. Meet you downstairs, and I'll get the bus,"

Five minutes later Frankie had literally slid down the banisters to the front door. Bloo was hopping on the spot.

"Come on! Come on!"

Frankie burst through the door and turned on the bus. Bloo threw himself in and they sped down the lane. Meanwhile, Danny sat in the bar in his best suit, watching the clock.

Mac coughed madly. His eyes were big and tears were streaming down his face. Tubes were smothering him, and doctors were rushing around him.

"No... go away! please, go away!" Mac was sobbing under the sea of tubes and people. he heard the voices swimming around his heard, telling him what they were doing. Frankie burst in through the doors, and Terrence and his mother were standing there, watching them.

"Bloo..." Mac reached out his hand. "M'scared, Bloo..." Bloo watched the hand of his creator try to grab his shakily in horror. Bloo took it and held it precariously. Bloo dropped it like a hot iron, and ran down the hall.

"Bloo? BLOO!" Frankie called after him, and chased the blob.

Bloo didn't stop until he reached the toilets. He lifted his fist and punched the cubicle. It felt better. He kept punching it, tears streaming desperately down his cheeks, screaming.

"He's gonna leave me! He's gonna leave me! I know it, he's gonna leave me!" He hysterically sobbed. Frankie grabbed hold of Bloo's wrists and pulled his face to hers.

"Bloo. Bloo. I SAID BLOO! Look at me.I said look at me! What goods that gonna do?" Frankie held his hands. His blood ran down her palms.

"Macs asking for you. Get there, he's almost gone!"

"I knew it. I knew it!" Bloo sobbed madly. This terrified Frankie. She'd never seen him like this, even when Mac had first collapsed in the hallway.

The falling leaves

drift by my window

the falling leaves

of red and gold

Bloo followed Frankie into the ward. mac was awake, a little shaken, and the heart monitor was beeping skippily.

I see your lips

the summer kisses

the sunburnt hands

I used to hold

since you went away

"Hey Bloo..." mac sighed. Bloo held his hand and rocked slightly. He swallowed a choke and looked into his creator's eyes.

the days grow long

and soon I'll hear

old winters song

"Hey Mac. Almost lost you there, didn't we!" Bloo swallowed another sob and gave an encouraging smile.

"Bloo..." Mac whispered. Bloo looked closer. Mac seemed fifty years old, his face was as white as a sheet. "yeah?" Bloo quietly mumbled.

but I miss you

most of of all

"I'm going to die," He calmly spat out. Bloo dropped Mac's hand again.

"No you are not!" Bloo growled.

when autumn leaves start to fall.

DanMat6288: Only one bigchange has been made to this chapter by the wonderful Mac-bringer-backer-in-the-sequeler: Madame Foster isn't dead!