Hey everyone!

I decided to write a story with an OC in it, and this is what I came up with. I hope you like it! Oh, if you don't like Roger with anyone else other then Mimi, then turn around right now. This is a RogerOC story, and maybe a little MarkOC or CollinsOC.

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

Disclaimer: the usual

Prologue

A young man with bright blond hair and green eyes sat beside a hospital bed. He was holding the hand of a small Latina girl, who was gasping for air. Usually when she was gasping for air it's because of a joke Collins told that was too funny, or when the young man tickled her to death.

But not this time...

This time she was gasping because she felt as if there was no air in her lungs. The young man looked at her, holding her hand tightly, pain evident on his face. He wanted to help his fiancé, but he couldn't. He knew he couldn't.

She was dying. It was inevitable, like the chances of a child getting sick because they played in the rain. But that didn't stop the young man. He knew he couldn't live without her, so he knew he had to make her live. "Baby, stay with me. Please, baby, please stay. Remember, my third gig this month is in 3 days babe. I want you to be there front and center honey. And you can't do that if you keep this up." The man whispered, trying not to cry. Some part of him was yelling that there's no point to this, but another part, the part that loved April and went into a depression after she died was yelling at him to keep her alive, because he couldn't go through depression again.

He was lucky last time; he had Mark, and the rest of the group. He also had Mimi, who showed him the light after being stuck in shadow for so long. At first this young man tried to resist her, but again, it was inevitable. They ended up together, and after 2 years of fighting, laughing, crying, and in Mimi's case reviving, they decided to get married. No one ever thought that Roger Davis would ever get married; in fact they never expected it.

But when the group was told about said engagement, not only were they as happy as hell, but they were also shocked. Mimi was the kind of woman who didn't like being tied down, and after April the young man never even thought about getting married. But that's the miracle of love, right? It changes people. It sure did change this young couple.

"Roger-"Mimi choked. The young man, or Roger, sat up straighter and held Mimi's hand tighter. "Yes honey?" Roger asked, kissing the top of Mimi's pale hand. "I-I-I love-I love-"Mimi began, before dissolving into a fit of coughs. Roger froze, looking at tiny dancer. Did she know she was going to-

Don't you dare think that Davis. You can't lose another person you love so much. Roger growled at himself.

"Mimi, look at me." Roger said, looking at his Latina. Her coughs were beginning to subside, and she had an arm at her mouth, but that didn't stop her from looking at him. "Listen to me, baby, don't you dare start saying your goodbyes. You are not going to die. Do you understand me, babe? You. Are. Not. Even if I have to go to Hell and back to make sure you don't. Okay, babe? So don't even think about saying goodbye. Fight the hardest you ever had before. For me?" Roger whispered, looking intensely at Mimi. She just stared back.

Roger could tell she was shocked at how much he cared about her dying or not. He wished though that it wasn't such a big surprise. It only dawned on him now that he should've showed his love for her more freely, and he shouldn't have given a rat's furry ass over what anyone else would think. Well, he guessed he made up for that when he asked her to marry him.

Mimi now stopped coughing completely, and was now shivering with her eyes half closed. Out of instinct, he went to get up to get a blanket. But the killer grip on his hand stopped him. "Baby, you're cold. I want to get you a blanket." Roger explained, crouching beside her. "Don't-don't-don't you dare leave me, me, Mimi..." she said, trying to put her former spunk into her words. She gritted her teeth, trying to stop the cursed shivering. "Honey, I can't let you be-"

"Yes you can! Just-Just stay with me you silly...STUPID guitar playing guy." She said, looking up at him. He could a flash of anger in her eyes, and he knew that he couldn't leave, or she wouldn't allow him to be with her. So he sat back down. She sighed, out of happiness or fatigue Roger didn't know, and laid her tiny head back against the pillow.

Roger now noticed how...fragile she seemed. Her curls had lost its moonlight; her skin lost its former caramel color. Her cheek bones stood out in her cheeks, showing just how much she had been eating in the past month, and she had purple circles under her perfect eyes. That's the only thing that hadn't changed.

Her eyes. They didn't lose their spirit, their thirst for danger. Their temper and certainly not their love. It was as if while her face became ghostly, her eyes became even livelier.

And now those eyes were staring at him.

"God, withdrawing compared to this is like walking through the park." Mimi said, attempting to smile. Roger chuckled, though it sounded forced, and injured. "Yes, babe. It probably is." He said. He knew she was just trying to lighten up the mood, and he decided to go along with it. But now she looked at him worriedly, and began to sing.

"In - five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you figure
A last year on earth?
Figure in love
Figure in love
Figure in love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love..."Mimi sang, looking up at Roger with tears in her eyes. Roger looked at her with obvious pain in his eyes. "Baby, this isn't your last year on earth babe. I'm gonna make sure you live many, many more years." He whispered, running his calloused fingers over her cheek. She was burning up. Roger's first reaction was to get a nurse, and to get the nurse to get the fever down. But Roger found himself staying in his seat. He knew that the doctors or the nurses wouldn't be able to get the fever down. He knew that she'll just get sicker.

Does that mean she might die after all?

"Without you…
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe." Roger sang, looking into those eyes he loved so much.
"The mind churns!" Roger continued.
"The mind churns!" Mimi added.
"The heart yearns!" Roger sang, cupping her frail cheek in his large hand.
"The heart yearns!"
"The tears dry, without you.
Life goes on, but I'm gone.
Cause I die, without you." They sang in unison, tears going down both their faces.
"Without you," Mimi sang, looking into Roger's eyes.

"Without you…" he added, a couple more tears falling.
"Without you….." they finished, both of their voices breaking at the end. Roger leaned down, and kissed her rough lips, which was cracked up from being sick. When he pulled away, he noticed tears streaming down her cheeks.

Would they be going without each other soon? Were they going to be separated? Roger then noticed something in Mimi's eyes...the light in her eyes was becoming dimmer and dimmer. He looked up at the machine connected to her heart, and noticed that her heartbeat was slowing. She was becoming paler and paler. "No...No!" Roger cried, standing up. Mimi looked at him through half closed eyes.

Roger had to do something, he had to do something, he had to do something...

The idea hit Roger like a wave hitting the sand. He grabbed his guitar, which was leaning against one of the four chairs that were in the room, and he sat beside her in the bed. She looked up at him curiously.

He placed the guitar on his lap, and with shaking fingers he played the first note. Mimi smiled knowingly. It was her song; Your Eyes

"Your eyes
As we said our goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And I find I can't hide
From your eyes

The ones that took me by surprise
The night you came into my life
Where there's moonlight I see your eyes

How'd I let you slip away
When I'm longing so to hold you
Now I'd die for one more day
'Cause there's something I should have told you
Yes there's something I should have told you

When I looked into your eyes
Why does distance make us wise?
You were the song all along
And before this song dies

I should tell you I should tell you
I have always loved you
You can see it in my eyes!" Roger sang, emotion filling his voice. Throughout the song, his voice broke many times, but he didn't let that stop him. He had to sing for Mimi. He looked at her hopefully, staring at her.

Her eyes were closed now, and when Roger looked at the machine he saw that her heart was barely beating. "Please, Mimi, please stay..." Roger begged, tears now coming in torrents. He placed his guitar on the floor, and sat beside her in the bed. He grabbed her face with his hands, and kept whispering please.

"I should tell you, I should tell you, I will always love you...You can see it in my eyes." Mimi then whispered, still not opening her eyes. Roger had to lean in close to be able to hear it. When he did, he grabbed onto her tightly, as if that was the only thing keeping her alive.

But it wasn't, because a few moments later, a flat Beep filled the room.

Roger's anguished cries could be heard throughout the hospital.

There you go! I couldn't help starting the story like this. Sure, it's a little sad, but I promise you it'll get better and happier! Next chapter will be up soon I hope!

-Ash

P.S. Review please!! I'd like at least one review before continuing this, okay? I just want to know how many people want it to continue. PLEASE WITH ROGER ON TOP!!