Title: Why Dorothy and Toto Went Over The Rainbow…
Author: Ms. Friz discoapocalypse)
Feedback: is better than Mark's spaz dance. Well, not quite… but close.
Pairing: Mimi/Roger, Maureen/Joanne
Word Count: 742
Rating: PG13
Genre: General/Humor/Cross over
Summary: Chapter 1. Christmas Eve, December 24th, 10 P.M, Eastern Standart Time, Maureen and Joanne find Mimi on the streets and bring her back to the loft. As she "dies", she visits Angel… just not in the warm white light.
Notes:
Special Thanks: to my Angel, my Roger and my Joannes
Spoilers: Hehe… none for you.
Warnings: Post-Angel… sorry guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I rent. Nor do I own Oz and it's inhabitants.

Chapter One

I Should Tell You

"Mark! Roger! Anyone, help!"

"Maureen?" Mark shouted as he rushed to the open window.

"It's Mimi!"

Collins jumped over the couch and knocked into Mark, nearly pushing the both of them out the window. Below on the street stood a distraught diva, a bundle of something in her arms and her girlfriend standing beside her, looking just as scared.

"I can't get her up the stairs!" Maureen shouted.

"Hurry!" Joanne called, waving at the boys.

"Rog! It's Mimi!" Collins shouted, clambering back through the loft and towards the stairs.

"No!" Roger shouted, scrambling towards the window as the cameraman pushed him towards the door.

"Come on, Rog," Mark urged. "She needs you. Come on."

"There's no room on the couch!" Joanne cried frantically.

"Put her on the table!"

Maureen threw her body across the table and dragged along it, brushing everything onto the floor in a loud crash. Joanne chucked a pillow at her, which she quickly caught and tossed onto the table.

"Come on," Collins panted as he and Roger struggled to support the young girl. "Lay her down. Quick."

"Roger," she murmured quietly as the boys set her on the cold metal table.

"I'm right here, baby," he said, crawling up beside her, grabbing her hands and leaning down close. "I'm right here."

She forced a weak smile as her body shook. "I'm freezing."

"Here," Collins said, taking off the jacket his Angel had bought for him one year ago that very night. "Keep her warm."

"We need some heat. And something to eat," Mark said as he nervously pulled at his earlobe.

"I'm afraid she needs more than heat," Collins murmured.

"Collins'll call for a doctor, honey," Maureen said, running her fingers through Mimi's dark hair.

"Don't," Mimi protested, but Roger drew a finger to her lips hushing her.

Collins scrambled towards the phone, nearly pulling it out of the wall in his hurry. "Hello, 911… I'm on hold!"

"Roger…"

"I'm here," he said, stroking her face as he covered her body with his, trying to warm her. "I'm here."

"I should tell you," she whispered. "That Benny wasn't any-"

"Shh," he smiled sadly. "I know. I should tell you why I left. It wasn't cause I didn't,"

"I know," she spoke quietly, her trembling fingers clutching his. "I should tell you I love you…" she managed before turning away and coughing.

"Who do you think you are? Leaving me alone with my guitar? Hold on there's something you should here. It isn't much, but it took all year."

Mimi tried her hardest to hold on, to focus on Roger, to listen to his song. She closed her eyes as his voice cut through the heavy air and she listened as he sang. Roger… I can't hold on much longer. I love you. Mimi felt a strange sensation take over her body. It was cold and it was fantastic and it was strange and it was amazing. It was a new high, not like when she'd shot up, but she felt like she was flying. And everything began to spin. She was spinning and flying and there was a beautiful song and she was happy and warm. And just like that it stopped. Her eyelashes batted open and her lungs screamed for air. She sat up and inhaled deeply, coughing and sputtering. She reached to brush her hair back and swatted at two braids hanging from her head. I don' remember braiding my hair… she thought to herself. And what the fuck am I wearing?

She slid slowly off of the cold metal table and stood up, straightening out. A blue-checkered dress clung loosely to her thin figure, stopping right above her knees. She smoothed the skirt out with her fingers. They weren't shaking anymore. Why had they been shaking? And where was she? Twirling a braid absentmindedly, she wandered around the empty loft. Where were Mark and Roger? And Maureen and Joanne? And Collins? Maybe they'd gone down to her apartment or out to the Life. Deciding she should find out, Mimi wandered over to the window and pushed it open. Warm sunlight splashed in on her face and she squinted, stepping further out onto the platform. Everything was so bright and clean and… so not New York. Leaning against the rail, Mimi muttered to herself, "I have a feeling I'm not in New York anymore."