Okay, I got an idea for a RogerOC story that wouldn't leave me alone. When I read some RogerOC stories, the girls seem to have no baggage (I'm not saying all of them are that way), and that's sort of a letdown after Mimi. So, here I created a rocker chica with a bad past, but who seems to find solace in writing and with our favourite Bohemian family!

I couldn't think of a better title, so forgive me.

Anyways, enjoy and no flames please. If you don't like it stop reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent, J. Larson owns it. But I DO own a copy of Anthony's book, Without you (Well not really, I borrowed it from the library)

"You can see it in my eyes!" Roger Davis sang, looking out into the audience. Almost the whole bar was silent, and all the women looked at him with sighs and hazed-over eyes. Roger didn't know if it was from drugs or from the emotion he put into his voice. It was probably both.

He didn't know why, but every time he sang, 'Your Eyes', everyone just shut up and listened. It was as if it was the best song in the world.

Well, really, it was to him.

It was his first song in a year, it was his first song that he had put his full heart into it...it was the last song he played for the love of his life, before she left. No, she didn't die; Roger would've died along with her if she had.

She left.

Just like that. She just packed up her stuff, wrote a poorly written note, and left. Her excuse? I'm sorry Roger, but I need my smack. I'm not as strong as you are, and I'll die without it. Please understand. Don't go looking for me; I'm leaving New York. Just forgive me and move on. I don't want my hard work to go to waste do I?

She went on about how important to her it was that he moved on, and she went into a ramble about how much she needed her smack, but for the most part that was it. That's all she left her group with.

They were all devastated and horrified that she was going back to the thing that was killing her, but they knew they couldn't stop her. They did go searching, but after 3 months, they finally believed in the fact that she indeed left New York. Roger was devastated for awhile, and he refused to leave the house. But just as the group thought that he was returning to his 'April' depression, he rebounded. He got up, got a band, and became a Roger that they have never seen...a Roger without Mimi, yet not a horribly depressed Roger.

He was a new and improved Roger.

Sure, now and then he's quiet, and he relies on his band mates for new lyrics and song ideas, but his heart is there.

Applause brought Roger out of his reverie. He gave a small smile to the crowd and nodded his head towards the whooping and squealing girls. Which only made them squeal and whoop more.

Roger couldn't win tonight.

"Thank you, everyone! We're Muse, and we'll see y'all tomorrow night!" Roger cried into the micro, and then took off his guitar. Applause rang through the bar, and he just smiled at the people. With that, the whole band quickly dispersed off the stage. "That was awesome! Did you hear that applause?" Sean cried happily. He's the newest guitarist in their band, and he was the youngest and most inexperienced. This was only his 5th show, and the other band members were impressed about how good he was on the stage. That's the only reason they let him in their band.

"Yes, we all heard it Sean! It was insane!! That's probably our next lead hit. It'll hit 1# on the charts!" Aaron, the drummer, said with a smile. He was the quieter one of the whole group.

"To celebrate, we must go to the bar. Pick up some chicks!" Steve, the lead guitarist said with a grin. "Naw. I have to get home. It's my best friend's birthday. I'm already late, so see yah guys!" Roger said, putting his guitar in his guitar case. "Aww!! We wanted you to come with us. Get drunk!" Sean said with a smile.

"Relax dude. I'll do it next time." Roger said with a shrug. "Yeah, but that's what you said last time." Sean said with a roll of his eyes. "Exactly. And I'm going to keep saying it until you get the message." Roger said, and exited the bar with his guitar in hand.

The cold night air hit him like a wave. Winter still hung in the air, even though spring was here. Roger couldn't wait for summer to come. It was his favourite season. No cold harsh nights with blue feet, no layer after layer of jackets and blankets. No cold whatsoever. Just hot sunny days and warm light-blanket nights. And the sun! God, the sun was terrific...

Everyone liked the summer. The whole group seemed to be happier because of it. Mo and Jo fight less (though now they only have one fight every day or so he's told), Collins smiles more, Mark comes out of that camera, and Roger...he goes outside more.

Roger breathed in the cold night air, and grimaced as it burned down his throat. God, he hated the cold. He had a passion for it. Maybe because he almost lost Mimi to it, or maybe because he could die from it himself...or maybe just because it's just plain uncomfortable.

I think it's the 3rd reason. He thought, looking around at the darkness around him.

He walked down the street quickly now, knowing he was already late for Mark's birthday. He didn't want to be late, but they needed the money now that Mark has decided to put his whole self into his filming.

Mark didn't like the fact that Roger was their sole supporter (except the rare times that Jo or Collins let them borrow money). He didn't like that he has to depend on Roger's meager gig money.

But it was better than working at Buzzline, the 7th ring of Hell.

Mo was probably going to kill Roger for being late. That's the reason why he was never late for birthday parties. Mo was obsessed with birthdays, and the group was thoroughly spoiled on their birthdays.

He was only late for one birthday 3 years ago...Mo's. When he arrived 2 hours late, Mo left the room angrily and refused to speak to him for a week. She only forgave him when he set up a little birthday party for just the two of them. It was a small little party, which consisted of confetti, hot dogs, and cheap beer. And of course a cow bell as a birthday present.

Roger smiled at the memory. They had gotten so drunk that night. They still joked about it now.

He finally reached the beat up old building. It was full of graffiti, dirt, and not to mention all the garbage...

Home sweet fucking home...

Roger grabbed his key from his pocket (this time...he rarely remembered to bring his key with him for after his gig), and slipped it into the keyhole. But not without a little fight.

Yes, that little key and keyhole gave a fight. They were known to hate each other. But they lost the war, after Roger somehow got past their defences and slipped the key inside. "Ha ha! You lose again!" Roger whispered under his breath. They really needed to change the lock...it was just them in the building. Roger entered into the building, which wasn't any warmer then how it was outside.

Not bothering to check the mail, Roger sped up the stairs. His friends were probably waiting, and Mo was probably getting that killer look in her eyes...That alone made Roger speed faster. But as he neared the floor that was just under Mimi's old floor (A/N The 3rd floor), he heard something. It was noise of keys jingling, a couple of muttered words, and a stomp of a foot.

What was that? They were the only people in the building. Then who in the hell-

"SHIT!! C'mon you STUPID lock!! Open up, open up!!"

Okay, maybe there weren't the only ones in the building.

But one thing puzzled Roger...who could this mystery person be? No one else has moved into the building since Benny, Roger, Mark, Mo, Collins, and April had moved in. At least that's what he thought. I'm obviously wrong. Roger thought to himself.

It was a girl, because that high pitched voice could only belong to one. She was obviously very pissed off with her lock (who wasn't?), and she desperately wanted to get in. He could also tell she was a smoker, because her voice was kind of rough.

"C'mon, c'mon, COME ON!" the woman cried, and Roger heard a noise that sounded like a door being kicked.

"OW! SHIT SHIT SHIT! MY FUCKIN' TOE!"

Roger had a pretty good idea what happened to the poor girl. Roger couldn't help but smile; the woman sounded a lot like Mimi when she was frustrated. Stop comparing, Davis. Just walk past this woman. Maybe a simple hello. But instead of going on up the steps faster, he found himself slowing. He walked as lightly and slowly as he could, hoping the mystery woman wouldn't hear him.

"SHIT! Good job, Liz. Break your fudgin' toe-I HOPE YOU BURN IN BLOODY HELL YOU STUPID LOCK! Why do you hate me?!" Roger almost couldn't contain his laughter. Fudgin'? She sounded like a 17 yr old trying not to swear. Hey, maybe she was. Mimi did run away at 15-Stop thinking about her Davis!

He heard a sigh, and a small thump. Roger assumed that she was sitting on the floor now. "Why tonight? God must really hate me." She whispered, sounding very depressed. It was then Roger realized what time it was. He left the bar at...12:18 a.m. So it has to be in between 12:30 and 12:45...

What was a 17 yr old doing up this late?

Wait, if it was in between 12:30 and 12:45, then Mo must be full blown pissed by now...

Oh, shit.

Now he had no choice but to go past her. Roger sighed, and walked up the rest of the steps that led him to the third floor. When he got to the top, he stopped dead.

The girl was huddled on the floor, with a small candle in her hands, a small purse that was bulging with stuff beside her, and a small tear falling from her piercing blue eyes. That was what caught his attention most of all. Those eyes...they were even more beautiful then Mimi's.

Pure, pure blue....

"Who're you?"

To be continued...