Hope you guys l hope you like this. Oh, and since Mark's just a little kid he says stuff weird. For the most part you can tell what he means. Also, the last chapter really had no meaning whatsoever other than to just set the mood and introduce the 'new' characters.

I don't own RENT.

"Wake up Woger!" Mark yelled, running into his older brother's room, "Wake up! Uncle Collins is taking us out today!"

Roger grumbled and shoved his four-year-old brother off his bed. "Go away Marky," he said, "I'll be up in a little bit."

Mark's lower lip began to tremble. "But Woger," he whined, tears filling his blue eyes.

Roger, having gone through one younger sibling already, could spot the signals of a tantrum before it took full control. "Alright, I'm coming," he said, "You woke me up at…five in the morning on my day off and Uncle Collins isn't coming until one in the afternoon. Happy now?"

Mark grinned and nodded vigorously. "Woger, I'm hungwee."

"Well, what do you want?" Roger asked, grabbing a chocolate poptart for himself.

"Mac and cheese!" Mark said.

"You can't have mac and cheese for breakfast," Roger said, "How about a waffle?"

"I want mac and cheese!"

"You can't have mac and cheese for breakfast!" Roger said sternly.

"I WANT MAC AND CHEESE!" Mark screamed, stamping his foot on the ground.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE THE FUCKING MAC AND CHEESE FOR BREAKFAST SO STOP WHINING ABOUT IT YOU BIG BABY!" Roger yelled back.

Mark started sobbing hysterically and Roger rubbed his temples. His day was off to a bad start already.

"Come here Marky," he said, picking up the crying toddler, "Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. You can have mac and cheese for lunch, but I'll make you some Mickey Mouse pancakes for breakfast, okay? I know you like those."

Mark nodded and rubbed his eyes, sniffing.

"We still friends?" Roger asked.

Mark nodded again and gave his brother a hug.

"Can…can I have chocowit chip pancakes?" Mark asked quietly.

"Of course you can," Roger answered, putting the boy down, "Here, I'll put on a movie for you to watch while I make breakfast, okay? Go pick out a movie."

Mark nodded and dashed off, returning with 'The Omen'. "I wanna watch this movie!"

"Sorry, but no," Roger said, "This movie's too scary. How about I just turn on some cartoons?"

Before Marky could answer, Roger picked up the remote and began flipping through channels. "Do you like Bugs Bunny?" he asked as the rabbit appeared on the screen.

Mark nodded and sat down on the couch, entranced by Bugs' miraculous escapes from Elmer Fudd.

"That was easy enough," Roger mused as he got out the various ingredients for the pancakes.

Soon enough they were done and Roger turned off the TV. "Breakfast time," he said, laughing as Mark quickly scurried to the table and began eating.

Roger sat down next his brother, watching him eat. "Don't forget to drink your milk," Roger said, motioning towards the glass.

"Can I have a twisty straw?" Mark asked.

"Sure," Roger said, getting up to get Mark's favorite twisty straw.

On the way he noticed a note on the fridge and picked it up.

Roger,

Your Dad and I took Maureen to tryouts for the district show. We don't know what it's going to be yet, and you know how Maureen can't stand surprises. Aunt Angel and Mimi are out of town so Angel can show off some of her work. Uncle Collins will be picking you and Mark up at one, so be ready. Please take good care of your brother while we're gone.

-Mom

Roger rolled his eyes. He already knew all of that. Dad had told him yesterday. Oh well.

"Oopsie," Mark said suddenly and Roger spun around.

"Mark!" he whined, looking at the milk all over his little brother, the table and the floor, "What did you do?"

"It spilled," he said quietly, "I'm sorry."

Roger sighed. "That's okay," he mumbled, "Come on, let's change you out of these dirty clothes and give you a bath."

"Can it be a bubble bath?" Mark asked.

"Sure, why not?" Roger replied, "I may even join you, seeing as Mom and Dad have that jumbo tub. What would you think of that?"

"Fun, fun!" Mark answered, clapping his hands.

"Alright, well, let me go get the water running." Roger said, taking his brother's sticky hand and leading him upstairs.

"Seeing as it's summer, I'm sure it wouldn't be too bad if you ran around the house in underwear until the bath was ready. It's better than sticky clothes." Roger mused, helping his little brother take off his pajama shirt and shorts after the water began running in the tub.

"I see a certain someone likes Superman," Roger said, chuckling, glancing at Mark's underwear.

"I'm Super Mark!" Mark said, stretching his arms out.

Roger picked up his brother and gently tossed him in the air. "You're flying!" he managed to say before catching the giggling boy.

Roger was slightly envious of Mark for a moment. He was being tossed up in the air (an act his father could never fulfill with a bad back) and got to strut around the house in nothing but underwear. Well, he may not have been able to been thrown in the air, but no one else was home except Mark, and it's not like he would care.

With that, Roger pulled off his ACDC shirt and flannel, plaid pants, revealing his boxers, which just happened to be blue and covered in mini Superman symbols.

"Look!" Roger said, "I'm Super Roger! And I'm going to kidnap Super Mark and take him into my watery lair!"

Roger scooped up his little brother and took him away to the bathroom, where the tub was full of warm water and bubbles.

Roger gently lowered himself and little brother into the water, sighing with relief at the soothing touch of the liquid.

"Look," Mark said, piling bubbles onto his chin, "I'm Santa Clause!"

"Careful," Roger said, smiling, "Don't get any in your eyes."

Mark nodded and continued piling the bubbles onto the end of his chin.

"Bubbles later," Roger said, "First we have to get clean."

With that he pulled the soup off the counter and squirted it into a washcloth, and rubbing it on his brother's milk-covered body, Mark laughing when it went over his ticklish spots.

"Now the shampoo and you can play with the bubbles all you want," Roger said, rubbing some Johnson's Baby Shampoo into Mark's damp hair.

"Now look at the ceiling," Roger instructed, pouring a cup of water over his brother's head numerous times so the shampoo would wash out.

"All done."

Mark smiled and grabbed a big pile of bubbles and rubbed all over his brother's body. "Now you're white like Bugs Bunny," he said, his giggling interrupted with a yawn.

"It looks like someone's sleepy," Roger said, "Come on, let's get dried off and then we can take a quick snooze before Uncle Collins gets here."

Mark nodded and fell sleepily into his brother's chest, his eyelids drooping. Roger scooped him up and dried both Mark and himself off with a towel. After helping Mark into another pair of clean pajamas and putting on his own pair of clean pants he carried Mark into his room.

"Wanna sleep with me in my bed for a while?" Roger asked.

Mark nodded and yawned, letting his head rest on Roger's shoulder.

Roger carefully put his brother down on one side of the bed and quickly joined him on the other.

"Sleep tight Marky," he said, kissing his brother on the head, the scent of the baby shampoo filling his nostrils.

"Night-night Woger," Mark said before drifting off to sleep.