Here's an update! Updates are love! But not this one, because Izzie has AIDS. : (

Oh and Twicked pointed out that all of them would be about 41. I never knew that and I was guessing more towards 50. (shrug) Thanks for letting me know though! Bonus points for you!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, though there isn't much to own anymore.

It was Friday night and Angel and Collins had taken Tony out shopping while Maddie was on her date with Jonathan, while the answering machine's light just flashed away with heartbreaking news.

Angel walked through the door chatting excitedly with her son about which hair color would be best with his skin and eyes as Collins dropped the nearly 30 pound bags and collapsed in the chair by the phone. He pressed the small button.

"You have 1 new message," the robotic voice responded.

"Hey, guys? It's Mimi. Do you think you can come up this weekend?" Mimi's voice was drenched in sadness. "We have something we really need to tell you. Just give me a call soon, kay? I love you all. Bye."

"Hey, Ange? Call Mimi, it sounded really important," Collins called up the stairs.

He was flipping through the channels just as Maddie walked through the door.

"Hey, Daddy!" she danced over and pecked him on the cheek.

"Nice night, I take it?" he smiled at his daughter.

She sighed dreamily. "Yeah. Night Dad! I love you!" she bounded up the stairs.

After a few minutes he heard Angel pad down the stairs, all make up and feminine traces gone. He looked about 22, again. He had a worried look on his face as he snuggled into Collins' side. He kissed Angel's furrowed brow.

"Everything okay?"

"I hope so. Mimi sounded really upset. And I'm worried about how the school is going to react to Tony," he admitted.

"Well, the kids are off the week after this, so maybe we could pull them out early and stay in the city for a few weeks?" he asked.

"Mmm, that sounds good," he mumbled sleepily.

Collins just wrapped his arms around Angel and that's how they stayed all night.

(Mark/Carmen)



"Morning, honey!" Carmen greeted as Ellie bounced down the stairs. The fifteen-year-old just smiled sweetly, grabbed a bagel and leapt out the door. It wasn't unusual for her to not say a word.

Next down the stairs was Mark. He had finally got a job that he didn't hate with a burning passion and was excited about getting a new camera with better features than his older ones. He had given his old 16mm Bolex to Tommy for Christmas the year before. He gave his wife a kiss goodbye and practically skipped to his car.

The last to drag themselves down the stairs was Tommy. He was still in his pajamas and was complaining about a tummy ache. Carmen felt her son's forehead.

"Oh sweetie, you're burning up. Go back to bed; I'll bring you something to eat," she said tenderly to the small child.

(Later on and with Mimi/Roger/Izzie/Kurt/Ali)

"Hola, mama!" Izzie said, bouncing into the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie," Mimi responded with less heart than usual. She still thought about that positive test every time she saw her youngest. "How was school?"

"Tommy was gone today," she replied, still sad that her best friend was sick. "Can I go take his homework to him?"

"Sure, just come back home right after, okay?" She turned to see she was talking to no one.

Izzie skipped the two blocks that separated the Davis family and the Cohen family. She knocked on the door and waited until Carmen answered.

"Hola, Aunt Carmen! I'm here to give Tommy his homework."

"Hi, honey. He's upstairs in his room," she said opening the door enough for the tiny girl to slip by. "He may be asleep so knock first!"

Izzie pretended she hadn't heard the last part and burst into the room, waking Tommy up with a start. He was about to scream when he saw his friend and smiled.

"Hi Teddy!" She greeted using her nickname for him. She had started calling him that when she couldn't quite pronounce his name when she was younger. Plus, she just loved hugging him!

"Hello Izzerella," he replied with his nickname for her.

"Here's your homework." She started walking over to him when she tripped over his plastic dinosaur, sufficiently cutting her knee. She just sat there, willing herself not to cry, while Tommy detangled himself from his sheets and ran over to his friend.



"Are you okay?" She lifted her hand to show him the small bleeding cut. He kissed it, but grimaced when he tasted blood. Izzie looked at him questioningly. He smiled.

"A kiss makes everything better, you should get a band-aid. It's bleeding," he said. She handed him his worksheets and left with a sly wave that Ali had taught her.

"Bye Auntie Carmen!" Izzie shouted as she bounded out the door and into Mark. "Hi, Uncle Mark! Bye, Uncle Mark!" she said as she ran home.

She opened the door and saw her dad standing in the living room with his arms around Mimi.

"Daddy!" she squealed and latched around his waist.

"Hey Lizard."

"Izzie you're bleeding!" Mimi gasped.

"Its okay, Mama. Tommy kissed it and made it better."

Her parents exchanged concerned looks.

(Collins/Angel/Maddie/Tony)

"Hey, Tony?" Angel knocked on her son's door. "Can I come in?"

"Sure, Mom."

Angel opened the door. She felt tears form. "Tony, you look amazing."

And he did. Her son in a beautiful blue skirt, soft green long sleeved shirt, sheer tights, lime green shoes, and Angel's blonde wig. He smiled at his mother loving the approval.

"Well, why don't you start packing? We're going into the city for a few weeks tomorrow. We're staying in our old flat," Angel said. She wanted to leave before the tears spilled over. She ran into their bedroom, grabbed Collins' arm while giving him the 'stay quiet' signal, and pulled him towards Tony's room. He looked in and saw his son gazing at himself in the mirror, smoothing out his shirt. He turned and smiled at a now crying Angel. He pulled her back to the bedroom.

"He looks so wonderful, doesn't he?" Angel asked. "I mean, he took my wig, but it was getting a little small."

"Yeah, he looks so much like his mother," Collins said, smiling sweetly at his love.

"You know, he's not my son, but he does look an awful lot like me," Angel contemplated.

(Joann/Maureen/Ed)



"Come on, Eddie!" Maureen shouted at her late son. The 18 year old Goth boy dragged himself down the stairs dressed in green high tops covered in drawings and words, skinny jeans covered in chains, and a Rasmus shirt.

"I'm coming," he sighed as he loaded his suitcase into the car.

"Honey, aren't you warm? It's like a hundred degrees out here!" Joann exclaimed as she helped Maureen load the final bags into the SUV.

"Well, that's what happens when you move us to Florida," Ed mumbled.

"Come on! Mimi said something important was going on! Plus it's Christmas." Maureen climbed into the front seat. Joann and Ed followed suit. "Only two days until we see our friends again! Man, will Mimi and Angel be jealous of my tan!"

"Mom, you know they're Hispanic. They're tan all the time, so I don't see why they'd be jealous."

Joann just sighed. It was going to be a long car ride.

That was rather long and fillerish, wasn't it? Oh well. I'm tired. (looks at clock and gasps) It's my birthday! Please review! It'll be the best gift!