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Kelly and Roger walked into the loft. Kelly had to smile. Roger was right they didn't do a damn thing since she had left. They still had the old couch that had been falling apart since they found it in an alley after they first moved in. It was still the same ratty old loft that was falling apart, but it was home and that's why they loved it.

Roger noticed Kelly looking around and smiling. "I told you so." he smiled.

"Forgive me for assuming that in four years you guys would have tried to fix the place" she said laughing.

"Well if it ain't broke don't fix it."

"Roger that's the point, it is broken" she laughed as she threw her jacket and scarf onto the metal table. Roger smiled again; she always did that when she lived here.

"I guess old habits died hard huh Kel" he laughed as he pointed to where she threw her jacket. "I can't believe you still have that thing."

"Hey don't talk about my jacket Davis I've had it since I was 15"

"Yeah I know I got it for you" they were both silent for a minute before he decided to speak again. "So do you want anything to drink or eat"

"I could really use a drink right now. I'm assuming there's a bottle of Stoli around here?" she said as she sat down on the couch.

"Nope we stopped drinking" he said as he went into the kitchen.

"So you gave up the pretty boy front man routine for a career as a comedian?"

He laughed as he came back in with two glasses he sat down on the opposite end of the couch. "Yeah, well when you ask stupid questions it's easy for me to make fun of you."

They both quickly downed the vodka. If someone gave them a nickel every time they fell into an uncomfortable silence they could both live quite comfortably for the rest of their lives. After another minute Kelly finally spoke.

"Well I guess that we have a lot to talk about don't we." she said looking over at him.

He looked over and met her gaze. He took a deep breathe trying to calm his nerves. "Yeah we do. Um where do you want to start?"

"I guess we should talk about why I left." She paused taking a deep breathe. "I didn't know what else to do Roger. I couldn't stand being here. Everywhere I looked I saw her and then you started to become distant. I thought that when I took the job in LA that when I got back everything would go back to being somewhat normal." she could feel herself starting to tear up.

"You think I didn't feel those same things Kelly. She was my daughter too. I lost her too. I felt like I couldn't mourn her because I had to be there for you." he was starting to get angry. "And then you come home one day and tell me that you got a job and that you would be gone for three months. How was I supposed to feel? It had only been two months since we buried Ellie and you were running away!" he shouted.

"I wasn't running away Roger! You were out with the band almost every night getting high and fucking that whore April. I thought if I left then you would realize what you were doing and get help. And then we could have started to move on!" she yelled.

"Well I didn't know what else to do. That was the worst thing to ever happen to me. God! I just wanted to forget about the pain Kelly. It hurt so bad, and when I was shooting up I felt numb and I needed that" he stood up and walked over to the window.

"You think I wasn't hurting Roger. I WAS! I blamed myself for what happened. If I would have taken her to the hospital sooner the doctors would have caught the meningitis sooner and maybe they could have saved her! Maybe I wouldn't have had to burry my beautiful baby girl." she sobbed. "My precious 9 month old baby." her whole body wracked with sobs.

"Kelly," Roger said softly as he came back to the couch "that wasn't your fault. There was nothing any of us could have done."

Kelly got up and walked over to the room that used to be Ellie's room. "You think I didn't want to numb the pain Roger. I did. But they didn't give you the right to do what you did." she said facing the door.

"I told you I was sorry when you came back. But you refused to believe me. You were the one that left." Roger said his voice rising again as he got off the couch and walked over to her.

She turned around to face them. "What was I supposed to do? I came home expecting this great romantic reunion with you and I walk in the apartment and find you with that whore!"

"I was lonely and hurting! What was I supposed to do, you were the person that I always turned to and you were gone!" he shouted.

"I left because you shut me out and I didn't know what to do." she shouted back. "How is your little whore April." she said her name with so much hate.

That set Roger off. He took a step closer, they were standing inches apart. "She fucking killed herself. She slit her wrists in the bathroom and left a lovely note saying we had AIDS!" After he shouted that he froze. That wasn't the way he wanted to tell her.

Kelly shut her eyes and slowly backed up to the door and slid down to the floor. She felt like she was going to be sick. At that moment she wanted to die.

Roger slowly crouched down in front of her. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. She had tears streaming down her face, so did he.

"Kelly?" he asked softly.

"How long?" she asked between sobs.

"You left in February and April killed herself that July. So about four years." he said.

She finally opened her eyes. She looked at him. There were so many emotions running through her right now. Hate, fear, but she also felt love. Not necessarily romantic love, though that was there too, but deep love that really didn't have a set definition. She gently leaned forward and rested her forehead against his.

"What are you T-Cells like?" she asked softly as she wiped his tears away gently.

"There good, pretty high, and before you ask yes I'm taking my AZT." he laughed sadly. "It's still at a pretty low dosage."

"Good. That's good" she said. Roger slowly got up and pulled her up with him. He gently moved them over to the couch, when they sat down she laid her head on his shoulder.

"There's more that I need to tell you." he said.

She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What?"

He took a deep breathe and started to tell her about Mimi, that Christmas, how she made him live again, how he pushed her away, Benny, how Angel came into their lives, Santa Fe, Mimi nearly dying, how a year after Angel sent her back to them she left to go try to mend things with her family and how four months ago they got the call that she had passed away.

Kelly squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry Roger. I really am. She sounded like a wonderful person. I wish I would have been able to meet her, Angel too."

"Yeah you would have liked the both of them. They were both so full of life." he said as he smiled a bit. The he turned to face her. "You know you and Mimi both shared a love for Bruce Springsteen. She used to make me sing her Rosalita all the time" he laughed a little bit at that.

Kelly smiled. "Well now I know I would have loved her. I mean she does have good taste in music obviously." She looked over at the clock it was approaching midnight. "Well it's getting late. I should really get going." she said as she got up to grab her coat. Roger grabbed her hand.

"It's too late for you to be out on the streets by yourself. Stay here you can sleep in my room and I'll take the couch." he said.

Kelly looked over at the door to Roger's room, what used to be Kelly and Roger's room. She couldn't sleep in there; there were too many memories behind that door.

"I really don't think that would be a good idea."

He looked at her oddly for a moment before it clicked in his head. Of course she wouldn't want to sleep in what used to be their room. "Well since Mark is back in Scarsdale, why don't you sleep in his room?"

Kelly quickly realized that she wouldn't win this. "Ok, but if Mark comes home and has a stroke when he sees me on his bed then it's on your head."

"He isn't going to be back till tomorrow night so I guess I have nothing to worry about."

"Ok. Well I kind of tired, so I guess I'm going to go to bed. Do you think that Mark would mind if I borrowed I t-shirt and a pair of sweats?" she asked standing up.

"I'll just grab you something out of my room. I'll be right back" he said as he got up and went to his room. He returned a minute later with and old AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of old grey sweats.

"Thanks" she said as he handed her the clothes. "Well goodnight, I'll see you in the morning." she kissed his cheek before going into Marks bedroom. A minute later she came back out. Wearing the clothes he gave her.

"Hey Roger?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry. For everything, I shouldn't have said those things and I shouldn't have run like that." she said as she stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry too. For those dumb things I did. But it's in the past, let's leave it there. I'm sick of living in the past. I just want to live in the present." he walked over to and gave her a hug.

"Yeah, your right. Well good night again. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night, Kel." he said going into his room and going into his room. That night as he lay in bed Roger felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. He finally made amends with Kelly. They forgave each other and they could finally get past that horrible tragedy. But Roger never got to ask Kelly what she was doing at the NA meeting. He pushed that thought out of his mind. He would ask her about that tomorrow. For now he just wanted to sleep after and emotionally draining day.

A/N: Well that's the 4th chapter I hope that you all enjoyed it. Next up we finally get to see how the others react to Kelly coming home. And we'll find out about what happened in LA. That's all for now. I love reviews they really do make me get these out faster.

Until Next time, Lot's of love!

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