I was working on fluff for my novel, and I got the cutest idea. Obviously, this is going to be a whole week of Roger fluff with Mark and Maureen's children.

NOTES: Roger and Collins are the only ones still living with AIDS and this is about 10 years after RENT.

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson created RENT. The creator of the known universe a.k.a. God

Roger rubbed his eyes roughly and sighed. He placed the guitar next to him on the sofa and looked up at the clock. 2 A.M on a Saturday night. He sighed and stroked his guitar.

"Don't worry baby, we'll be together again soon," he whispered softly to the guitar, like comforting an enfant. He placed his guitar on the stand, next to the bed. He looked around his loft. It was small, since he moved out on Mark in January ten years ago. Roger and Mimi moved into a smaller loft down the street. Then, Maureen came sobbing up to Mark's floor, after Joanne dumped her for a doctor named Paige. Mark and Maureen then, of course, hooked up again and were now living in the same loft. And that was where Roger was heading for the next seven days.

His loft had a sofa, facing the windows that let the light of the City of Dreams stream in. He looked at the bed, with faux leopard skin on it. He groaned. Mimi had such bad taste. Not that Roger's was any better though.

He looked at the nightstand next to the bed. It was something that Collins gave them as a house-warming gift. It had a tall skinny candle on it that was lit and flickering. There were frames on the table.

The first photograph his eyes landed on was of Mimi and him. She was kissing him on the cheek and his eyes were closed. He remembered when Mark took that quick shot and planned on using it as blackmail. When he learned that Mimi wanted it blown-up and placed on their door, he handed it over.

The next picture was just of Mimi. Her long black hair pulled back and her brown eyes glittering. She had gussied herself up with Maureen's help when Roger planned on taking her out. He told her that night was going to be special, so she should look more beautiful than she normally did. That night, Roger knelt down in front of her, asking for an eternal union that was later in tied eleven months. Then, the next two years were heaven for Roger and Mimi. Then, Mimi came down with the flu, and their lives spun out of control.

He sighed. The last time he saw that smile was five years ago. He sighed and looked at his finger. He still had the golden band on his hand, refusing to take it off after five years without Mimi. He twisted it on his finger and then pulled out the duffel bag. He went over to his basket, where all his clothes were kept. He went through them pulling out the ones he liked the most. They mainly consisted of plaid flannel pajama pants and sweatshirts. It was late November in New York and the temperature was already turning cold, back in September. Roger threw everything in the duffel bag and zipped it up. He tossed it to the ground and looked at the other picture on his nightstand.

Mark and Maureen were tangled up in each other. They both had smiles on their faces and their heads leaning against each other. Maureen had a small white veil over her long glossy hair and Mark had a tux on. Roger sighed. That picture was taken ten years ago, on their wedding day, and on Wednesday, it would be their ten year anniversary. The picture just had their heads, like the rest of the wedding pictures. The pictures left out the belly that Maureen possessed. On their wedding day, Maureen was six months pregnant, with their first child.

The next picture had three faces. The photograph was taken just three months previously. There was a nine year old girl in the picture. She had long black hair that was falling down around her face in elegant curls. She had glistening blue eyes and had her arm around her younger brother. He was seven years old and had brown eyes. He had glossy black hair like his sister. He held in his arms, his younger sister. She was an enfant and had barely any hair. She had elegant brown eyes and the same black hair as her siblings. Roger picked up the picture and looked at his godchildren. The children, he would be spending the next seven days with.

Roger switched the bag to his left hand and banged on the door. He looked at digital watch on his wrist. 8:30 AM. He heard the door open and looked up.

Maureen stood in front of him. Maureen's long black hair was pulled back frantically with chopsticks and her face lit up.

"Oh Roger, thank god!" she exclaimed. "Come in!"

She stepped aside and let Roger come in. Roger looked around. The floor was scattered with toys and such. Two kids sat on the couch, their feet propped up on the coffee table, watching Spongebob Squarepants.

"Kids, Roger's here!"

"ROGER!" they both exclaimed. The bodies moved off the sofa and ran towards Roger. A young boy of seven attached himself to Roger's legs. Roger looked down at Thomas. He felt someone tugging on his hand and he looked at Angel. Roger gasped and knelt down to Angel's height.

"Angel, you got your hair cut!" Roger exclaimed. His little goddaughter's long black hair was now cut short around her face.

"Yay! Mommy didn't like it she said it was too messy, so she made me cut it!"

"Well, you got your father's thin hair and my curls and that's not a very good mix," Maureen stated. She came towards him and pecked his cheek quickly. "How are you?" she asked. Roger knew that she wasn't just being polite because she had. She was really asking if he was alright without Mimi.

"I'm doing great. The band just had a gig last night at CBCG. So I'm still dead," he said. Maureen smiled.

"Great!" she heard something crash to the ground and she turned. "God Mimi, why did you throw your carrots to the ground?" Maureen ran over to the enfant sitting in the high chair who was beating the tray. Roger looked at little Mimi. She had carrot mush smeared over her face and was giggling.

Maureen was cleaning the carrots up and Roger was slowly attacked by Angel and Thomas. Maureen noticed.

"Where's Mark? MARK!"

"What?"

"Roger's here!"

The door to Mark and Maureen's room suddenly opened as Mark came through. He saw Roger. Mark pulled him into a huge hug. "Hey bud," Mark whispered in his ear. Roger smiled comfortable with having a close friend beside him. Roger, Mark and Collins were meeting everyday now, after jobs and such.

Roger and Mark broke the hug. "So, how's the independent film?" Roger asked. Mark was an award winning indie film director who won Best Director at the Sundance Film Festival two years ago. The film that won the award was the first documentary Mark ever made ten years ago, called "Today 4 U". Collins, Roger and Maureen hooked him up and sent him to the Sundance, where he won awards.

"Good, got a new documentary going on," Mark said proudly.

"Really? What's it about?"

"Like all the other ones."

Mark made about three other documentaries. One was strictly an anti-Bush one, that showed the world of gay and lesbians and how same-sex marriage should not be banned. But, all the other ones were about AIDS.

"How's the soap opera Maureen?" Roger asked. Maureen turned and looked at him. Maureen got a spot on the soap opera, To Keep Living and has now been on it for the past six years.

"Great," she said, picking Mimi up out of the highchair. "My character is pregnant with her brother's baby and is currently trying to explain it to her lesbian lover."

"Brother?" he asked.

Maureen shrugged. "Hell, if I wrote the script, I would have made my character died along time ago," she said.

Mark slightly laughed. "Well Roger. You can sleep in our room. Mimi and Angel share a room and Thom has his own," Mark said.

"I know, I know all this."

"We are going to Curacao, in the Caribbean. My cell's the only works there. But you have it memorized of course," Mark said.

"Sure," Roger replied. Mark looked at it.

"But, just in case it's on the fridge. The week is written down on that legal pad in the kitchen. There is pizza, cereal and everything. We usually eat Chinese on Wednesday nights, so try and maintain that tradition. Each page is a new day and such. But, on Friday, Angel has a slumber party with a bunch of her friends that isn't on there," Mark told Roger, who listened carefully.

"Okay."

"It's with her Girl Scout troop. They are going to have dinner at one of girl's houses which they will decide on Wednesday and then eat dinner there, then spend the night at their troop leader's loft," Maureen said.

"We told her not to volunteer us, since we won't be back till Sunday."

"Okay…"

"If you want to, you can bring Mimi to Daycare just down the street if she just completely sends you off the edge. It opens at five A.M and closes at 9 P.M." Mark said.

"Oh, and UPN may be calling me, asking me to star on a show," Maureen said. "Tell them no, since I've talked to the writers of my show and my character is not going anywhere for a very long time."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Uh….wait, yes! Thom's teacher schedule a teacher-parent conference with us on Tuesday. We tried getting out of it, but she wouldn't change it, so we told her his godfather was going instead," Mark replied.

"What time?"

"Four o'clock. I'd recommend you take Mimi to daycare on Tuesday," Maureen said.

"Okay. You two have fun but not too much fun," Roger said cruelly. Mark smirked at him and planted a small kiss on Maureen's neck.

"Don't worry, we will," Mark said seductively. Maureen giggled and threw her arms around his neck.

"Please, children are present," Roger stated. Mark and Maureen both looked at him and Mark was so tempted to flip Roger the finger. But that wouldn't be a good role model.

Mark and Maureen said goodbye to their children with kisses and hugs. Mark told Thom to stay in line and Maureen reminded Angel not to volunteer them. They promised to call everyday and then they headed out the door.

Then the room erupted into chaos. And Roger stared into the eyes of hell for the next seven days.