I've had this idea for awhile and I've decided to post it and see what everyone thinks. I'll be keeping up with my other stories as well as this one, so updates will be made regularly. I don't like to leave you guys hanging. Enjoy!

Maureen walked along the empty street late at night, her hands in the pockets of her jeans and scuffing her shoes on the worn sidewalk. It had been two months since she and Joanne had broken up at their engagement party. She had tried to talk to her ex-girlfriend multiple times, but every time, she would just get a glare.

Streetlights stood at even intervals, casting a dim, yellow grow on the sidewalk beneath. Her hair gleamed in the sparse light even though she had barely paid any attention to herself in the past few weeks. Makeup lay abandoned on the dresser in her room at the loft, this was the first time she had worn jeans in a long time, and she didn't work on her protests.

Ever since that day when she and Joanne had broken up, she had barely talked at all. She didn't perform, didn't try out for any off-Broadway shows as she usually did, and stayed in her room at the loft all day. Joanne had made her move out of her apartment, so Roger, Mark, and Collins had helped her move her things back into the loft where she had lived before she had met Joanne.

No one acted the same around her. They all gave her sympathetic glances and spoke quietly, like they were talking to someone in the hospital. Roger and Mark had tired to get her to go out with them, Mimi invited her to stay in her apartment with her, and Collins and Angel had just said to give her space for a while.

They seemed to think that she couldn't hear them. Whenever she was in the room, they would just move a few inches and talk in their normal voices. Joanne was mentioned a lot. Apparently, she had already gotten over Maureen and was once again focusing on her job. Her job had always been important to her, and when something went wrong, she would just dive in and forget about the world.

She started to cross the street and froze in the middle of the road when she realized that she had automatically headed towards Joanne's apartment. It would be bad for her to show up there this late at night, especially if Joanne was actually there. As tempted as she was to continue the familiar path into the building and up the stairs, she knew it wouldn't be the best idea.

Turning to go back to the loft, she heard the sound of a car coming to her right and stood there, watching a semi truck barreling towards her.

Joanne snapped her briefcase shut and slipped her coat on. Nodding to her receptionist a she left the office, she ignored her cell phone vibrating in her pocket. They would call back if it was urgent.

She had worked late that night to get her mind off her recent breakup with Maureen. Her ex-girlfriend had approached her several times since their engagement party disaster, but she just couldn't bring herself to forgive Maureen again. She had broken her heart one too many times.

Getting into her car, Joanne turned onto the radio, squeezing her eyes shut and turning it back off when she heard one of the songs Maureen always sang along to. Anything that reminded her of the drama queen made her heart break into a thousand pieces, and that meant she couldn't do a lot of things anymore. She barely hung out with Mark, Mimi, Roger, Collins, and Angel anymore because she was afraid they would bring Maureen up; she couldn't listen to the radio because Maureen sang along to every song she heard; and she couldn't go home after work at the normal time because she would always be expecting Maureen to be there waiting for her.

As she pulled up to her apartment building and into the parking area, she was surprised to see a gathering of ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks around her building. The street was usually deserted at night, so it couldn't have been a car accident, and it didn't look like the building was on fire. She parked her car and walked up to a police officer to ask what was going on.

"Excuse me, officer, is something wrong?" she asked. "I live in the apartment building right here, am I allowed to go in?"

He looked up. "Ah, yes, you can go into your building. Someone was hit by a vehicle, a semi by the looks of it. We'll be clearing out in a few hours."

She walked into her building and slowly walked up the stairs, wondering who had been hit. No one ever walked down her street this late at night as far as she knew. The only people who lived in the apartment buildings were people who had regular day jobs and couldn't afford to stay up late because they had to get up early the next day for work.

Pushing her key into the lock of her apartment door, she turned the knob and walked in, setting her briefcase on the kitchen table and going into the small living room. Sitting down, she immediately stood up again to pull her vibrating phone out of her pocket.

"This is Joanne Jefferson," she answered.

"Joanne? Oh, finally, you wouldn't pick up before. Look, it's Mark. Before you say anything about how it's late, you need to come down to Saint Vincent's Hospital. There's been an accident."

"What happened?" she asked, already heading out the door.

"It's complicated, I'll tell you when you get here. Do you need directions?"

"No, I know where it is. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"Just inside the main entrance," he said.

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," she said, hanging up the phone.

Every possible situation ran through her head. Mimi, Roger, Collins, Or Angel were there because of their AIDS. Mimi had been mugged on the way back to her apartment from the Catscratch Club. She was back on drugs and had taken an overdose. Roger was back on drugs and had taken an overdose. Collins had been mugged again. Angel stood up to someone he shouldn't have. The possibilities were endless.

Pulling into the parking lot, she hurried out of the car and just inside the main entrance of the hospital. Mark was there, and, surprisingly, without his camera.

"Mark, what happened?" she asked as she neared him. "Is it Mimi?"

He shook his head. "No, Mimi's at the Catscratch Club finishing up her shift. Roger head over tog get her and they'll be over as soon as they can. They'll be taking a taxi."

"It isn't Angel, is it?" Joanne asked, eyes wide.

"He was at a Life Support meeting. Collins headed over to grab him. He was helping me fix Maur- I mean some equipment when we got the call."

"If it isn't any of them, what happened?" she asked, getting confused.

"It's Maureen," he said quickly, looking away.

She stepped back. "Why didn't you tell me over the phone?" she asked. "I would have never come if you had."

"Wait, that's not it!" Mark said as Joanne turned away to leave. "Look, Joanne, the doctor said that she… she probably won't last the night."

Well, there you go, hope you liked it. I'll try to get another chapter up this coming week, but my other stories are coming first since I started them first. Please review, I really want to know what you think!

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