A/N: Wow, I can't believe that I forgot about this story. Life and college work got in the way and one of my friends just reminded me about this story, so I decided to update. It's been almost a year since I updated last. Hopfully, during spring break I'll have a chance to finish this story. On another note, UnnamedElement pointed out it wouldn't be the greatest idea for Roger to be around a bunch of contagious sickly people. Well Roger isn't with Mark either, so the story is AU. And finally, I don not own any of the characters, I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes, I tried to get them all, but I'm not perfect so...

Roger awoke to something poking him.

Repeatedly.

Annoyingly.

He considered just ignoring whoever was poking him and going back to sleep, and rolled over, pulling his covers over his head. The sleep that he had been so rudely awoken from was just beginning to pull him back in when something began poking him again. Groaning he rolled back to the position he had been in when he first woke up and pulling the thin cover down, he opened one eye and nearly jumped out of his bed.

Four sets of eyes were staring at him expectantly.

'Why me,' the musician asked whatever greater powers were up in the heavens. He knew that they were probably enjoying his misery and laughing at him. 'Just you wait…'

The eyes had not left him even for a split second.

"Do you four need anything? Or do you just enjoy waking me up from a wonderful sleep, which, might I add, I really need?" Roger questioned sitting up looking from one person to another.

"Meow," was the only response.

Looking around he grabbed an old thread-bare jacket, he put it on and got up, leaving the room and heading for the kitchen.

Once the three sickly people and the cat had been fed, Roger plopped down on the floor in front of the couch. And as soon as his butt had hit the floor, the blasted phone rang and no one made any more to answer it.

Finally the answering machine picked up.

"Speak…" beep

Coughing was heard before the caller spoke up, "Maureen, I know your there. And I just want you to know that I'm quite angry with you right now. Roger, hope you don't mind, I'm going to be dropping by in a bit. See you soon."

Roger looked over at Maureen, who looked slightly sheepish.

"What did you do?"

The brunette looked up at him with a practiced look of innocence on her face.

"Who? ME? What would I have done to Joann? I swear I didn't do-"

Roger glared at her, "You got her sick didn't you?"

She nodded.

"I hate you right now. You owe me big time."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Just a minute!" Roger called walking over to the door, depositing a box of Kleenex on the couch beside Mark.

Opening the door, he was presented with another sickly figure. Joann.

Ushering her in, he pointed towards one of the bundles of blankets on a chair. The disgruntled lawyer trudged over to the bundle, clutching her own blanket in her arms before shoving the bundle over and settling herself down in one half of the chair. The bundle beside her moved over to cuddle and Joann cuddled back.

"You know I'm still mad at you right?"

"Yep."

Silence fell in the loft and Roger made his way back to where Mark was bundled up and sat next to him pulling him into his lap. The six occupant of the loft sat quietly for sometime and Roger thought they had all drifted off to sleep and was about to get up when, "Roger? I'm bored."

"Me too," whined Maureen, poking her head out from her blankets.

"Roger," Mark said looking up at the musician. "Will you tell us a story? You finished Cinderella yesterday. I want a new one."

"Oh, how about the story with the girl and the talking teapot and clock and-"

"Beauty and the Beast? I wanna hear something with the giants and the magic cloak. It's the best, please Roger?"

"I want to hear Sleeping Beauty."

Roger dropped his head back onto the back of the couch and sighed. He couldn't wait until they all got over the flu, hopefully it would be soon. He didn't know what he would do if it wasn't.