TO Rena Lupin, cause demands really do work… This was actually part of the last chapter, but it came out like word vomit, so I had to separate them… They didn't flow right… And since I haven't put up a disclaimer on this in awhile, I don't own these characters, it's all JL genius…

Mark sat on his moms couch with his head back against the sage green wall behind it. This was a mistake. He tried to drown out the sounds of his mom chattering about her boy coming home and starting a good life for himself. No matter how many times he told her he was just visiting for a few days, she kept making it sound like he was here to study business and raise a good Jewish family. He had a baby girl sitting on his lap, attempting to either get it to spot crying or stop chewing on his scarf while Cindy changed the other one.

He was starting to get their names down at this point, but he wasn't sure if he was holding Katie or Kayla at the moment, since they were twins. But he had Brian, the oldest one with the red hair, Megan, the one just a bit younger than Brian, with blonde hair, and Jamie, whose hair was pretty much the same as Marks. Now true, buy hair style and color was probably now the best way to remember who all your nieces and nephews are, but at the moment, it was all he could think of at the moment besides taking a sharpie and writing their names on them.

Once again, he pulled the fringe of his scarf out of the gagging girls' mouth. He stood up and set the girl on his hip, attempting to bounce her the way he had watched his sister to it, but it just made her yell more.

Brian looked up from where he was playing his Nintendo and walked over to Mark. "Uncle Mark. You're really not that good with kids. Why don't you let me take her?" He held up his arms.

Mark looked at the kid oddly. Okay, maybe kid wasn't the best word. He was easily fourteen years old, but Mark would forever see all his sisters children as whiny little kids. "Thanks." He handed the baby to Brian, and he began rubbing his finger in her mouth. "What are you doing!"

Brian looked up at his uncle as if he was stupid. "She's teething. Rubbing her gums or letting her chew on something helps with the pain."

Mark did feel stupid now. "Ohh. Okay." He left the boy to take care of his sister and walked into the kitchen, where his mom was making pie, or cake, or maybe both at once. She smiled as her son sat at the table, and without asking, he instantly had cake in front of him. He pushed it aside. "I'm not really that hungry right now mom."

"Ohh, but it's good. I made it for you! You don't eat enough for a growing boy."

"I'm not a growing boy mom, I'm a grown man." Well, he used the term 'man' loosely, but still, it was better than 'boy'.

She did the most resented thing a mom can do. She pinched his cheek. "But you'll always be my boy." He rolled his eyes and shook her hand away as she went back to pealing apples. "Your father will be home in an hour. I'll have dinner done soon, and then we'll pretty much have the night for catching up, making plans, what have you."

"You know I'm only staying for a few days right mom? I have to go home eventually."

"Well, for now, this is home." She turned around, facing him, but still looking down at the apple she was peeling. "You know, maybe you should stay here for awhile. Get a job and save up some money. Enough to at least fix up that answering machine we got you. You never seem to get my messages."

"Mom I…"

"Maybe you'll even meet a nice girl! It's such a pity what happened with that Maureen." She looked up at her son with a smile. "She doesn't know what she's missing now does she?"

"She's not…"

"You don't need to tell me about it honey. It's a life style thing, I know. I was reading this article in the newspaper that said that gays and lesbians are…"

Mark finally cut her off. "You know mom, this really isn't a good time. I've got a lot of… stuff going on in my head at the moment, and I need to just think for a little while. Can we talk later?"

Her happy, cheerful, oblivious voice never wavered. "Of course dear! We'll have plenty of time to talk later."

He got up and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks mom. I'm gonna go, sleep or something."

"Alright dear." She just went on with her cooking.

Mark walked up to his old room, and saw his sister in there with the twins. She looked up to him apologetically. "Sorry Mark, but this is the only quiet place where I could put them down for a nap."

Mark swallowed a sigh and smiled at his sister. "No big deal. I'll go outside or something." He turned to walk away, but walked back to his room, leaning into the door frame and pointing to one of the sleeping babies. "Is that one Katie?"

Cindy looked down for a moment, then back up to Mark. "Ya, why?"

"Just wondering. Her hair is a bit darker than Kayla's." With that established, he walked outside and sat on the swing on the porch. He had too much running through his head to deal with his family at the moment. This was definitely not the best idea he ever had, coming here. His mind drifter to where Roger was, or really, what he was thinking. Chances are, he was flipping out by now, with only a vague note as a guide. But Mark couldn't think of anything else to do. He needed Roger to have the time and space to really think about what he wanted, and Mark would only get in the way of it.

Mark was pulled out of his thoughts by a bus stopping in front of his childhood house. He stood up, already thinking of who was going to step off the bus, and braced his arms on the railing as Roger stepped off. Roger didn't see him at first, but looked at the green and blue house and laughed. After recovering from his fit of hysteria, he looked from the address written on his hand, to the number on the front of the house. Only after pulling his leather jacket back on and running his hand through his hair to brush it out of his face, did he look up and see Mark.

Roger lifted his hand in a small hi, but didn't smile. Neither did Mark. "Wow. Angel's really gotten bad at keeping secrets."

"It was Collins actually. He had this address in his book."

"Ohh." He looked down to his hands. Mark wasn't expecting anyone to have this address, but, then again, Collins and Maureen were the only ones in the group to have ever come here. One of them was bound to have the address. He looked back up to see Roger looking at him, and walking closer to the porch. "What?"

"What do you mean what? What reason would possibly drive me to come to Scarsdale!" He smiled, attempting to show Mark how out of his way this was.

Mark shook his head. "It's only been two days. You can't know. Not this soon."

Roger climbed the steps of the porch and stood in front of Mark, who was now in front of the door, with his hand around the knob. "Ohh come on Mark. It's not like it's much of a contest. I told you." He took Mark hand. "You're my everything."

Mark opened the door behind him. "And as of last Christmas, so was Mimi." He pulled his hand back and went back into the house. He didn't know why this was so hard for him. He had loved Roger for so long, and if Roger loved him too, he was afraid that Roger would fall out of love with him. The way he did with everyone else that he loved. He closed the door behind him, leaving Roger on the porch.

He took his hand from the door and continued into the house, walking to the living room and sinking down onto the couch, taking off his glasses and letting his head fall back.

Okay, now we all know that Roger is not one to just take things in stride. He had thought long and hard about this. He knew that he made the right decision, and he wanted to with Mark, for always… And Mark had just shut the door in his face. Well, Roger, being who he is, opened the door anyway and walked in, walking down the first hall, and seeing Mark sitting on the couch in the room at the end of it. He stood there, just looking at Mark.

Well, with his glasses off, Mar couldn't see him, so it wasn't until Megan grabbed his arm and whispered to him. "Uncle Mark? There's stranger in the house looking at you."

Mark quickly put his glasses and stood back up. "Roger! You can't just come into other peoples houses uninvited!" He put his arm on the little girls back, who was still holding his arm protectively. "It's okay Megan. He's a… Friend."

Roger smiled uncomfortably at the girl, and then glared again at Mark. "Well, maybe if you didn't go running of when things got tough, I wouldn't have to barge in!"

"Are you really gonna pep talk be about running off?" The girl finally let go of Mark and ran to get her grandmother. "How's Santa Fe this time of year Roger!"

Roger's arms dropped to his side. "I came back."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't have!"

The two boys were now standing feet apart, glaring at each other, when Marks mom walked in with Megan on her heels. "Umm, Mark, who is this?"

It took a moment for Mark to tare his gaze away from Roger and to his mother. "My room mate, Roger."

"Ohh, that's nice. Is he staying for dinner?"

"I don't think so mom. I think he was just leaving actually."

Roger shook his head. "I'm not leaving until you come with me."

"I can't yet Roger. You need space." He went to move past Roger and to his mothers side, but Roger turned to him and shoved him into the wall, holding him there.

Marks mom let out a gasp and the little girl buried her face in her grandmas skirt. "Let go of my son right this minute!"

Mark looked at his mom as he struggled against Rogers grasp at the wall. "I'm fine mom, really. Just take Megan into the kitchen. I'll be right there." She gave Roger the dirtiest glare ever, but scooted Megan into the kitchen, and followed after her.

Mark continued to struggle. His arms were pinned to the wall above him by one of Rogers hands, and his other hand was against Marks chest, holding him still. Their faces were about a half a foot apart when Roger growled at him. "Is this enough friggan space Mark?"

Mark was still struggling. "What do you think Roger?"

Roger leaned to him, pressing their bodies together. Mark whined and shifted his hips, attempting to get Roger off him, but Roger just smiled. He liked seeing Mark struggle. He grinded his hips into Marks, causing the smaller boy to bite his lip. "How 'bout that much space Mark?" His tone was just taunting him now.

Mark looked at him with hatred in his eyes. "You're a bastard Roger."

Roger just smirked at this. "It's why you love me right?"

Mark tilted his head to the side. "Roger. You need to stop and think about this. If you pick me and then see Mimi and change your mind, you're gonna kill me. And I can't take it."

"Don't want Mimi." Roger kissed Mark softly on the cheek. "Only you Mark." Another soft kiss on his other cheek. "You're my everything." He kissed Mark again, this time on the lips, very softly, and let Marks arms fall from where they were pinned. He wrapped his arms around the blonde boys' waist and pulled him off the wall.

Mark lifted his arms around Rogers's neck and pulled away from the kiss. "Are you sure?" He really didn't want to have his heart broken by his best friend, especially since he knew that even if it did happen, he would never be able to leave Roger. He would forever be stuck with the man who broke his heart. "You need to be sure."

Roger nodded his head and lifted Marks hand, locking their fingers together. "Mark. I told you. You're my everything, and I want to be with you, and only you." Marks lopsided grin finally formed as he leaned in and kissed Roger again.

They kissed for a few minutes before they quickly jumped apart by Brian clearing his throat. Mark looked quickly from Brian to Roger and back. Brian looked extremely calm for what he had just seen. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a few seconds. Grandma sent me to make sure that the stranger with the bad hair wasn't raping Uncle Mark."

Mark laughed as Rogers hand flew up to his hair, brushing it aside again. "It looks fine Roger." He looked back to Brian. "I'm fine." He grabbed Rogers's hand and pulled him to the kitchen. "Come on."

His mother was standing in the kitchen, pulling a pie out of the oven. She looked at him, and then Roger as Brian followed them in, shrugged, and grabbed a cup cake off the counter. She set the pie aside and folded her hands in front of her. "Do you want to tell me something Marcus?"

Roger snorted with laughter. "Marcus! Ohh god!" Mark punched him in the arm, but the 'oww' was muffled out by laughter.

He looked back to his mother as Roger settled down. "Ya um, Roger and I are…" He looked to Roger for a definition of what they were. "Roger and I."

She bit her lip. "He's your boyfriend?" So no nice Jewish girl?

Mark took Rogers hand again. "He's my everything."

Okay, I think I'm done with this…. Unless anyone has a great idea on how to continue it….