This is for Challenge #28 at Challenge Central. This is going to be a twoshot, by the way.

CHALLENGE 28: has to at least mention both Mark Cohen and Roger Davis in fic. Can be slash or friendship. Any other characters allowed. The Challenge for this is simple: create an AU that has never been done before, or at least you believe that it has never been done before. It can be a very slightly different universe or you can be totally mad or humorous with it. (just remember to keep the quality of writing up). TRIPLE POINTS for creativity! And above all, Have Fun!

Oh, pairings were not done by what they usually are (CollinsAngel, RogerMimi(or Mark), JoanneMaureen. They're just really random and I 'assigned' the bohemians their place in the family by their personality. Just thought you'd all like to know that.


Joanne sighed and rubbed her temples, trying to nurse the headache she'd received from having the baby cry all afternoon. And, unluckily for her, her five-year-old daughter had been bugging Joanne to play dress up.

"Not now," Joanne told her daughter, "I'm trying to take care of the baby."

"You love Marky more than you love me," Maureen pouted, tears coming to her eyes and dripping down onto the feather boa she was currently wearing.

"That's not true," Joanne reassured.

"Yes it is!" Maureen screamed.

Joanne moaned to herself. Why did her only daughter have to be such a drama queen?

As if to make matters worse, her teenage son walking into the room at just that moment. "Now you know how I felt when you were born," he grumbled.

"What do you want Roger?" Joanne asked.

"Just some money," he answered, "April and I are going out tonight."

"Where are you going?" Joanne interrogated.

"To the movies," Roger answered, "We're gonna see The Omen."

"How do you teens like those scary movies?" the mother asked rhetorically, "Will twenty dollars be enough?"

Her eldest son nodded eagerly.

"This better be for the movies and not for more drugs," Joanne muttered, reluctantly handing Roger a twenty-dollar bill.

She sighed as she watched Roger run out the door to meet his girlfriend. Her little boy was growing up so fast. Before she knew it even little Mark was going to be going off to college.

The thought of being left alone well her children grew brought a tear to Joanne's eye. What would she do without rebellious Roger and drama queen Maureen? And what about baby Mark, who hadn't even come down with a personality bug? What would she do without her children?

"Mommy, are you okay?" Maureen asked as a single tear made its way down her mother's face.

"I'm fine Reeny," Joanne answered, hastily wiping the tear away, "Just got something in my eye."

Mother and daughter's heads turned towards the door as a familiar voice rang through the house. "I'm home!"

"Daddy!" Maureen shouted, running up to her father and jumping into a hug.

"How are my two girls?" Benny asked, "And special little guy?" he added after seeing Mark.

"I got a hundred percent on my ABC book in school! And I played house with Elsie and we got to be the mommy's! And Mommy wouldn't play dress up with me," Maureen complained, "She was too busy taking care of Poopy-Pants,"

"Now Maureen, don't call your little brother names," Benny contradicted, "Now Jo, how was your day?"

Joanne sighed and smiled. "It was great Benny," she answered, "Hey, could you watch Marky while I make dinner? Collins, Angel and Mimi are coming over."

Maureen's face lit up. "Uncle Collins and Aunt Angel and cousin Mimi are coming over?"

Joanne nodded and Maureen squealed with delight. "I can't wait to play with Mimi! She's so pretty! And maybe Aunt Angel will bring me more dress up clothes."

"Don't count on it kiddo," Joanne said, "Now go clean up your room- it's a mess!"

"But Roger never has to clean his room!" Maureen whined.

"But you're not Roger, so go clean," Joanne instructed, "And if you're working hard and your room is spotless before everyone comes over I'll get you that Barbie doll you want so much."

That made Maureen scurry upstairs in a flash.

"Speaking of Roger, where is he?" Benny asked, "I haven't seen him all day."

"He went with April to the movies," Joanne answered, stuffing the baby into Benny's arms before moving to the kitchen.

While she cooked, Joanne listened to her husband interact with the baby.

"Look Marky, it's a doggy," she heard Benny say in his baby voice, "Can you say 'doggy'?"

Joanne heard gurgling and assumed Mark was putting the toy in his mouth like he usually did.

"No Mark, you can't play with my video camera, so don't even ask."

That made Joanne curious. Setting down her knife, she went into the other room, laughing when she saw Marky crawl away from Benny and reach for the video camera that was innocently lying on the coffee table.

"I'm telling you Jo," Benny began, "Mark's going to be a filmmaker. And a lonely one at that."

"Don't say that!" Joanne teased, "Mark's not going to be lonely! He'll have lots of friends!"

"Trust me on this," Benny said, "Anyway, I guessed right with Reeny and Roger."

Before she could say a word the doorbell rang, causing Joanne to panic. "Oh no! They're here and I haven't even finished dinner!"

"Here," Benny said, handing the baby over, "Go greet out guests and I'll finish dinner."

Joanne smiled at him thankfully before rushing to answer the door.

"Auntie Jo!" Mimi shouted, giving her aunt a hug, "And Marky! He's getting so big! Can I hold him?"

Joanne smiled. "Of course," she answered, "Just be careful."

"I will," Mimi said before taking her cousin and putting him on the floor gently so they could play.

"Joanne chica, so good to see you!" Angel said, giving her sister-in-law a hug.

"It's so good to see you too Angel," Joanne said, returned the hug, "Where's Collins?"

"Working late. Apparently there was some kind of surprise, mandatory staff meeting, so he won't be here until later."

Joanne nodded. "Come in, come in," she said, ushering Angel into the living room, "Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Just some water with a little lemon," Angel answered, glancing down happily at her daughter and youngest nephew.

After fetching the requested drink, Joanne headed upstairs to check on her own daughter.

"Fee, fie, foe, fum," Joanne said playfully, "When I come in you better be done!"

She burst through the door and her smile turned upside down. Maureen's room was, if possible, worse than before!

"Maureen, why aren't you cleaning?" Joanne asked.

"I'm sorry Mommy," Maureen answered, "But then I found my toy cow, but I couldn't find her calf, so I started looking for it. And then I remembered that I put it with my dress up clothes, and then I started playing dress up and I was the princess and then you came in. I'm sorry Mommy."

"Well, you're not coming downstairs to see anyone until this room is cleaned!" Joanne said.

Maureen's eyes squinted with fury and Joanne braced herself for what was coming next.

"I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO!" Maureen screamed, her face red and tears streaming down her face, "I'LL SEE UNCLE COLLINS AND AUNT ANGEL AND MIMI WHENEVER I WANT TO! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Joanne said, taking a big risk by acknowledging her temper-tantrum-throwing daughter, "But I'm your mother and you'll listen to me."

"NO YOU DON'T!" Maureen cried, stomping her foot, "YOU'RE NOT SORRY! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY THAT I'M YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU HATE ME! I'LL JUST RUN AWAY SO YOU CAN JUST HAVE ROGER AND MARK! THEN YOU'D BE HAPPY! EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPIER WITH ME GONE!"

With that Maureen collapsed on her bed, pounding the pillow with her little fists and sobbing uncontrollably. Joanne, knowing that her daughter just needed a few minutes to calm down, gently shut the door and went downstairs to attend to the rest of her family.

"Is Maureen okay?" Mimi asked as soon as his wife appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, she just needs to cool down," Joanne answered with a slight smile.

Just then the door flew open and Roger and April walked in.

"Hey everyone," Roger said, "This is my girlfriend, April. April, this is my mom, baby brother Mark, Aunt Angel and cousin Mimi. We came home because the movie was sold out and we wanted a free meal."

Joanne smiled. "It's nice of you to join us you two."

"Well, we'll be up in my room," Roger said simply, "Hey Meems, why don't you join us? I'm sure you and April would get along. We're all the same age anyway."

With a huge smile plastered on her face Mimi hopped up from her post on the floor with Marky and followed Roger and April upstairs.

"They grow up so fast," Angel mumbled, plucking Mark up from the floor and bouncing him on his knee, "Just yesterday it seemed like I was feeding Mimi chica from a bottle and changing her diapers."

"I know exactly how you feel," Joanne muttered, wrapping her arms around herself and leaning against the wall, her eyes closed in thought.

However, the doorbell made her jump. Sighing, she rushed to get it.

"Collins!" Joanne said happily, "Glad you could come!"

"Same Jo," he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek, "And look it who I brought."

The smile faded from Joanne's lips. "Maureen, what are you doing?"

"Running away," she said, "Because you don't love me anymore."

"Oh sweetie, that's not true," Joanne said, giving her daughter a hug, "I love you more than you could ever imagine and that's not about to change! Now why don't you take Mark upstairs and join Roger and Mimi and April?"

Maureen nodded happily and, after fetching her brother, rushed upstairs.

"Kids," Joanne mumbled, "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."