When one thinks of TV-based fan fiction, shows that come to mind may include Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Lost and Battlestar Galactica. In other words, geek favorites birth geek fantasy.

But even with the limitless possibilities that one might cook up starring blood-hungry vamps, precocious smoke monsters or sleeper cylon agents, it seems there are other, less predictable sources from which superfans can draw material for self-penned novellas. In fact, there exists a fan base hungry to pick and choose their own imaginary adventures into which they thrust Brooklyn transplant Tony Micelli, his boss and on-and-off paramour Angela Bower and their combined offspring, "Samantuh" and "Jona-tuhn."

Who's The Boss? fan fiction: it's real and it's incredible.

What, dare you ask, could anyone possibly dream up for the ho-hum suburbanites that round out the cast to the famous Tony Danza sitcom that today lives in sunny syndication?

  • For starters, what if Li'l Tony and Li'l Angela were destined to be together after initially meeting as children at summer camp?


"Angela sat up in bed and looked at her friend. "He was the handsomest boy I've ever seen. His features were Mediterranean, raven hair, roman nose, bold dark eyes that seem to penetrate your soul. He was an Adonis", said Angela dreamily. Was it all just my imagination? she wondered as she touched her lips where Anthony tenderly kissed her. "His firm hold on my hands as he helped me down the hill was still warm, I know he wasn't a dream, he was my destiny."


  • Better yet, what if we ripped a page right out of Tony Micelli's travelogue detailing his and Angela's dark, swashbuckling adventure in the rainforest of Madagascar?


"A chair behind a wooden desk swiveled as we came into the room, revealing a middle-aged local Malagasy. Angela was again the aggressive business woman. "We're just here to settle a debt", said Angela, grabbing the black clutch bag from me that contained the 20,000 dollars. "The money is all here, all 20,000 dollars in cash but you must let us go or we'll call the police", negotiated Angela. The man laughed as though what Angela said was funny."

Pretty far cry from Fairfield, Connecticut.

Visit the archives where continued brilliance awaits you in the form of the Micelli ancestry's descent upon the pearly gates and -- my personal favorite -- a noir-lite tale of everyone's favorite dirty old scoundrel, Mona, caught in cold blood.

Of course, I still believe one story is still waiting to be written: the one where Tony and John Locke have a jazz tap-off.