When Mark woke up the next morning, he expected to find Brandy's sweet face lying next to his, but instead was greeted to an empty space. He looked around, confused, and suddenly heard music dimly playing from downstairs. Getting out of bed, he put his sweatpants back on, and headed downstairs. He couldn't help but to grin when he found Brandy in the kitchen, singing along to the song Horse With No Name as she prepared breakfast and danced around the kitchen. He was unable to suppress the laugh that bubbled up from within him, the sound of his laugh making her spin around. "Oh, hey Mark," she greeted him, smiling sheepishly as a blush covered her cheeks.

"Morning darlin'," he chuckled as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a kiss.

"Morning to you too," she replied when he pulled away, giving him another kiss before bringing her attention back to breakfast. "This is almost done," she informed him, putting food on a plate. "I didn't know when you would be getting up, so I hadn't made the coffee yet. I'll get it in a-"

"No, don't worry about it, darlin'. You finish making the food, and I'll get the coffee," Mark said, and walked over to the coffee pot to start making it.

As she continued cooking, Brandy said, "So earlier this morning I was pondering over different things… and I got to thinking about how great it would be if we could be on the road together."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he poured the grinds into the coffee filter.

"What I mean is…if you didn't have a problem with it, if…maybe I could join you on the road," she explained, hesitation in her voice.

Mark looked over at her, his eyebrow cocked. "You wanna go with me on tour?" She nodded hesitantly.

"That is…if you wanted me to," she replied in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, I'd love it if you came along," Mark reassured her as he got down a mug.

"Really? You like the idea?"

"Brandy, I love it. Why are you acting that way? Hell, you know how much I used to beg to come along with me. That hasn't changed one bit, darlin'."

She grinned as relief washed over her. "I'm glad you like the idea as well. I hated how much we were apart, so this time I wanted us to be together more."

"As do I. It's about time you came to your senses," he said teasingly as he brought plates and silverware to the table. She playfully slapped his arm as he walked back by her, making him chuckle. "You know I'm kidding, babe," he said, kissing the top of her head before pouring himself some coffee. Just as he sat down, she turned off the burners and carried the food over to the table. "The food smells amazing," he commented, getting food for himself.

"Thanks."

"That is one thing I never stopped missing, was your amazing cooking."

"Didn't Sara cook?"

Mark laughed at this comment. "Yeah right! That bitch didn't even know how to turn on the stove. Hell, I was a better cook than her!"

"You don't give yourself enough credit, honey. You're a great cook, especially when it comes to the grill," Brandy reassured him, covering his hand with hers.

"Not as good as you, though."

"You're still damn good, and better than a lot of people I know." Mark grinned at this, and changed the subject as they started eating. Once they finished, the two of them did the dishes together. Just as they finished putting them away, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, Mark said, and walked over to the door. He opened it and exclaimed, "Sara! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that anyway to talk to your girlfriend?" she pouted, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Mark pried her off of him and replied, "Sara, you are NOT my girlfriend anymore."

"Oh, we both know you still want me," she said in a cocky manner, and started to make her way inside, but Mark stopped her.

"I'm going to ask you again. What are you doing here?"

Sara placed her hands on her hips, and just as she was about to say something, she heard someone inside ask, "Mark, is everything okay?"

They both turned around, and found Brandy standing there, a frown on her face. Brandy looked at Sara and asked, "Are you Sara?"

"What's it to you?" Sara demanded.

"I was curious, that's all. Mark's told me about you. I'm Brandy," Brandy replied, politely extending her hand for a handshake.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, Mark, we really need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Mark replied in a stern voice.

"I want another chance, Mark! I know things ended badly, but I'm willing to take you back."

Mark scoffed. "I wouldn't take you back if you paid me," he replied coldly, and tightly wrapped an arm around Brandy, showing her off like a trophy. "I found someone else, and you should too, because we are OVER."

"You can deny it all you want, Mark, but we both know that in the end you'll come back to me," Sara purred, running a hand up his chest. Brandy angrily swatted Sara's hand away. "Don't touch me, bitch!" Sara shrieked.

"Then keep your fucking hands off of Mark, you cunt," Brandy shot back. Sara glared at her.

"Sara, go home," Mark said coldly.

"No!"

"I'll say it again…GO HOME."

"I'm not leaving until you take me back," Sara said stubbornly, and suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist.

Beyond furious, Brandy got out from Mark's hold, yanked Sara off of him, and tossed her to the ground. She then tackled her, punching and clawing Sara anywhere she could. Sara screamed and tried to protect herself, but was unable to block Brandy's deadly blows. Being experienced in boxing, Brandy knew exactly what she was doing.

As much as he loved seeing Brandy beat the living shit out of Sara, Mark knew that he should end this, and swiftly lifted Brandy up off of Sara. Brandy had started kicking as he did this, and one landed right on Sara's mouth. Sara screamed in pain and immediately grabbed her mouth as blood flowed from her mouth. "If you don't get your ass out of here now, I'll make you sorry you ever came here, bitch!" Brandy growled, still struggling against Mark's hold on her.

"Come on, you got her back," Mark murmured in her ear, trying to calm Brandy down. She eventually stilled, but her deep glare revealed her anger. "Sara, I think you better leave," Mark warned her.

"You two will pay for this!" Sara yelled, and struggled to her feet, walking away with a hurt pride and the wounds to prove it.

"Damn, baby. You really did a number on her," Mark commented once she was gone.

"Well I wasn't about to let that floozy hang all over you," Brandy huffed, running a hand through her hair. Seeing her look disheveled, with her hair a mess and her face flushed, Mark found himself growing turned on by it. She looked over at him, and when she saw the look on his face asked, "What?"

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?" he growled in her ear.

She grinned. "Do I, now?"

"Oh yeah."

She chuckled. "I assume you're hinting toward something?"

"You assumed right, baby," he replied, and suddenly lifted her up into his arms, making her squeal with surprise.

"And what would that be?" she murmured, running a hand along his chest.

"Why don't I show you," he replied huskily, and carried her up to their room where they made love for the rest of the morning.