Let's Trade Places.

Summary: What if Mimi and Angel traded placed when they got sick?

This is how I think it would go down.

Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I RENT

Thank You, Jonathan Larson


Chapter 1: Mimi Gets Sick

Roger walked out onto the cold balcony. He shivered in the October air. As he climbed down the fire escape sitars, he thought of the night that they met. Ever since then, they'd visited each other this way, going outside-in.

He tapped on the window, and saw no movement. He knew that she was home, so he tapped again. Soon, a large grey blob shuffled towards the window, and unlatched it. Roger entered her loft, and saw the face of this thing.

Mimi was wrapped up in a large blanket, with her hair in disarray. Her face was flushed, but she was shivering. Roger touched her face, it was very warm.

"Mimi," he breathed.

"I'm fine," she said, hardly sounding it. "Just a little sick."

"No," her boyfriend answered. "You're more than just a little sick. C'mon, I'll take to down to Mercy,"

"Alright," she answered, not having the strength to protest. "Let my just get dressed."

She left, and returned with a pair of jeans and a large sweatshirt. As they walked out the door, she pulled on a coat and scarf.

Mark stood in the hallway, on his way up to the loft.

"Are you OK?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah," she said, breathlessly, "it's probably just the flu."

"I'm taking her to Mercy," Roger told his best friend. Mark nodded, and let them through.

Mimi said that she could walk, but after the first block, Roger carried her the rest of the way to the station. People starred at them as she coughed into his shoulder, but he didn't mind. She was just a little sick.

On the subway, she sat on his lap. He held her close, to help calm her shaking.

"Roger," she whispered, "I'll be OK,"

"I know," he said, holding her closer, "I know." Not only was he trying to convince her, but he was trying to convince himself.

The phone rang once.

BEEEP

"Mark, its Roger. I have Mimi checked into Mercy. You'd better come down here; I think it's more serious that we thought."

BEEEP