A/N: Another chapter! Yay! This one takes place a few weeks later!
Disclaimer: If I owned RENT, would I be writing fanfiction? (Probably, but still...)
"I see a little silhouette of a man there! Scaramoosh! Scaramoosh! Will you do the fandango?" Maureen sang as she skipped down 5th avenue.
I wish Pookie was with me, she thought as she continued belting out the Queen song, trying to find the subway station. Or at least a bus.
She headed down an alley, thinking it was a shortcut.
"Galileo! Galileo! Galileo Figaro! Magnifico-o-o-" she was cut off as a blow came in contact with the back of her head. More rained upon her body as she lost conciseness and, slowly, her life.
"I love you, Joanne," she muttered with her last breath.
xXx
"Honeybear?" Joanne called out in their apartment. She set her briefcase down and saw the note on the counter.
'Hi Pookie! I'm window shopping, but I'll be back at, like, 7! I love you! Love your Honeybear.'
Joanne looked at her watch, debating whether or not to go to the loft where their friends were, undoubtedly, hanging out.
"Yeah, I got time," she said to herself before leaving.
xXx
"How'd I get here?" Maureen muttered as she looked around the kitchen in Mark and Roger's apartment.
"Mosey!" she heard a familiar voice called out behind her. She turned to see Collins happily sitting on the metal table, eating Cap'n Crunch, and Angel sipping a warm cup of coffee.
"Collins! Angel!" Maureen ran to her friends, giving them hugs and kisses. She stopped suddenly, realizing something.
"Am I..?"
Angel nodded. "Sorry, sugar."
"I guess it's okay here. Wait, why are we in the loft?"
"We're not sure. But it's fun because we can follow you guys," Collins said through a handful of cereal.
Maureen grinned. "So you guys saw when Joanne and I went shopping and-"
"Lalalalalalalalala!" Collins sang covering his ears.
"It was Collins' turn to watch you guys and, well…"
"And I saw too waaaaaay much!"
"Hey! You saw us once! We've walked in on you two rabbits plenty of times!"
"Can we drop it? Please?" Angel said, giggling.
Before either of the anarchists could say anything, the loft door opened and in walked Mark, camera in hand. The three ghostly bohemians got comfortable just to see what the quiet filmmaker did when he was by himself. There was a knock on the door before anything could happen.
Mark opened the door to see only a box of brownies labeled for Benny. Ever since Collins had died, he had moved in with his old friends, forgiven and back in his own room. He just threw the box onto the table, or rather, on Maureen's lap.
"Hey!" she cried, charging for her friends camera, but was stopped by a wall of sorts. "Ow! What the hell is this?"
"Sweetie," Angel said tenderly, "the wall is here to keep you away from the one you truly love."
"But I don't love Mark!" the diva whined.
The door opened to reveal Joanne with Roger, whom she had run into on the street.
"Oh," Maureen sighed.
A few hours passed and there was a visit to the Life Café by the living bohos, where they had been joined by Mimi after she got off work. They had come back to the loft to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, when Joanne saw the time.
"Crap, guys, I have to go. Maureen will be back soon," she said.
The lawyer grabbed her coat and opened the door to see Detectives Briscoe and Green about to knock on the door.
"I'm sorry to disturb you again, but may we please speak to you about Maureen Johnson?" Briscoe said, solemnly.
Joanne stopped breathing. "What happened?" she managed to choke out.
"I'm afraid she was murdered."
Blackness closed in around Joanne's mind.
A/N: Gah! So short! I hate killing them off too. It's sad! :-( So review please! I have gotten 4 chapters up this weekend and will try to get another one up that doesn't have a death tomorrow!