A/N: The drabbles are in the order in which they would have happened.

"You have to tell him," Collins voice is hard, his morals overreaching his duty as Maureen's friend.

"I know."

"It's not right, what you're doing to him."

"I know," she whispers, finally looking up at him. Amongst the overdone mascara and confidence, he sees a tiny ounce of guilt. It's enough for him to feel sympathetic for her.

"He loves you, you do know that?"

She shrugs, uncaring. It's sweet, but not so important to her.

"Are you happy, at least?" Collins asks her. Whatever else is true, her happiness still matters to him. And for this, Maureen is grateful.

"Very happy," Maureen replies, leaning her head on his shoulder.


"Honey, all I'm saying is, you've got to get over her," Angel said. They'd been on the brink of the subject for the last ten minutes, and Angel at last decided to broach it. Again.

Mark tensed up. Conversations about Maureen were always uncomfortable, especially with Angel. She was all analysis, and wouldn't leave him alone about his personal life.

"I have," Mark replied, tiredly massaging his temples. "It's just kind of hard to move on when we have all of the same friends." It sounded both anguished and sarcastic, and Angel patted his back reassuringly.

"But that doesn't mean you have to be at her every beckoned call," Angel said reprovingly.

"I'm not," Mark said defensively. "I'm her friend. That's what friends do, isn't it?"

Angel rolled her eyes, laughing. "Whatever you say sugar, whatever you say."


"Uh, can I get you tea or coffee?" Joanne asked. She was unused to having visitors other Maureen or her parents.

"No, that's okay," Mimi said, attempting to smile. "I'm fine. Just… wanted to get out of the house I guess."

Joanne nodded, "I understand completely. Well, make yourself comfortable. I'll just go… make some tea, in case you change your mind." She left the room abruptly, leaving Mimi to wonder why she'd come at all. It wasn't as if she knew Joanne all that well.

"So how are things?" Joanne asked, returning with two steaming mugs.

"They're okay," Mimi replied. After the scare over near-death, she and Roger had finally hit a calm patch. It would have been perfect, had it not been for their worsening health. "How's Maureen?"

"Busy, actually," Joanne replied, sipping the tea and plastering a smile on her face. "With her new performance plans. I haven't seen her in a while."

"Oh, sorry," Mimi said quickly, "I didn't mean…"

"No, it's fine," Joanne reassured her. The two smiled at each other, both afraid to approach any subject of importance.


"I can't believe she's gone," Roger whispered, staring down at the headstone. He didn't know why he said it aloud, maybe only to prove that he himself was not dead or asleep. It was all too real.

"I know," a calm, deep voice replied.

Roger turned abruptly, angry tears in his eyes. "You shouldn't be here. Go away."

Benny did not move. He was a few feet from the grave, staring at it with an emotionless gaze. He could not properly mourn her with Roger around.

"Go away," Roger repeated, more bitterly than before. "Nobody wants you here."

"You mean you don't," Benny replied, always feeling the need to correct.

Roger knelt down, as if to shade the grave from the sight of Benny. "She never loved you," he replied, furiously scrubbing at his eyes.

"I know she didn't," Benny replied, kinder than before. "But I still have the right to say goodbye."

Roger hesitated, remembering when they used to be friends. Before Mimi, before April even. He scooted over, making room for Benny to sit beside him. "I miss her."