A.N - Epilogue to go. I kind of lost interest in this fic, but I will finish it for the few people that actually read this.

I do plan on writing another fic sooner or later mind. It's just a question of thinking of an original plot. All thegoos ones have been taken by all of you amazing writers. xD

The words were flowing effortlessly from his mind. Lyrics poured out of his pen and onto the page as Roger leaned against the seat in front of him on the coach.

They'd been travelling for about an hour already. Roger had started writing about ten minutes into the journey, only stopping when he felt something against his arm.

Looking over, he saw Mimi slumped against him, eyes shut in sleep.

Smiling, he placed a kiss on her forehead and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

Leaving his friends back in New York hadn't been half as bad this time as it had before. Roger supposed that the reason it was so much easier to leave them was that this time he had his girlfriend with him. And he wouldn't be getting a phone call saying that she was missing.

Suppressing a shudder, Roger shut his messy notebook and leaned his head against Mimi's.

It wasn't long before he too was asleep.

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The bus screeched to a stop in Santa Fe, the sun shining brightly through the window waking up the sleeping couple.

Squinting, Mimi looked up at Roger.

"Roger," she whispered shaking him. "Baby, we're here."

He started to move his head and murmur nonsense.

"Hmmm?" He opened one eye and glanced lazily around his surroundings. "Oh, right."

Together the couple left the bus and collected their luggage.

"Roger Davis?"

At the unfamiliar voice, Roger quirked an eyebrow and held Mimi's hand.

"That's me," he stated.

The man, who was wearing a suit, smiled.

"Mr, Turner sent me to pick you up," he explained. "He's requested that you let him pay for your hotel this time around."

Roger looked at Mimi, who was looking at her nails in boredom.

Finally, he shrugged.

"Sounds good to me."

"Excellent," the chauffer smiled. "Follow me."

Roger had his doubts about the man's identity up until they were led to the car. It was definitely Mike's. Roger had seen him driving this car after his studio time was up each day.

"Ladies first," the driver said, opening the car door with a flourish.

Mimi thanked him and climbed into the back of the car, sliding along to make room for Roger to join her.

"Careful of what you look at," Roger growled at the driver as he saw him check out his girlfriend as she had climbed in the car. "Especially when it's my girlfriend."

Roger climbed in the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving the scared driver to hurriedly race around to his door and begin the journey.

The couple in the backseat spent the journey to the hotel, kissing and giggling like teenagers, Roger always making sure that the driver knew that Mimi was taken.

They pulled apart when the car finally stopped.

"Oh my god." Mimi's jaw had dropped open in shock at the hotel they had stopped at. "There has got to be some kind of mistake."

The driver opened the door for Mimi again, only to be shoved out of the way by Roger, who had gotten out the other side and ran around.

"No," the driver said, shooting a glare at Roger. "No mistake. This is where Mr, Turner wanted you to spend the duration of your stay here in Santa Fe."

"Wow," Mimi was still mesmerised. "But it has to be at least 5 stars!"

The driver shrugged, and with a last longing - but discrete - glance at Mimi, he was gone.

Roger collected the two suitcases and carried them into the lobby of the hotel.

"Ah, there you are!"

This time the voice was much more familiar.

"Mike!" Roger greeted the manager happily. "Mike, this is my girlfriend, Mimi."

"Hey," she held her hand out for him to shake.

"Well," Mike took Mimi's hand and raised it to his lips to kiss. "You've certainly got a keeper here!"

"I know."

As Roger spoke he looked directly into Mimi's eyes, making sure she knew as well.

"Here's your room key," Mike carried on, giving Roger a small swipe card. "Order what you want, everything's on me."

"Cheers," Roger said.

"Really," Mimi added. "Thank you. You didn't have to do any of this."

"Anything for a lady such as yourself." Mike winked at Mimi, laughing when she blushed.

"Your room number is on the card," he told Roger. "And you're needed at the studio tomorrow at 11 sharp. We have an album of yours to produce!"

Ah, Roger thought. There's Mike Turner, the business man.

"Yes, sir." Was how Roger replied, mockingly.

Mike began the journey to the hotel doors.

"Oh, and Happy New Year."

Roger laughed.

"You too," he called as Mike left.

Roger smiled and turned to Mimi with a glint in his eyes.

"Well," he said smoothly. "How about we find our room, and stay there."

"I don't know," Mimi faked innocence. "I quite wanted to look around, I've never seen Santa Fe before …"

Roger motioned for someone to take their bags up to their room.

"And I'll show you," he promised. "Tomorrow."

Then he captured her lips in a kiss, only to have Mimi pull away shortly after.

"I was kind of planning on today. Besides, you have to work tomorrow."

Roger groaned and was about to relent when he saw the smirk on Mimi's face.

"On second thought," she said. "I'll stay here."

Roger smiled wolfishly.

"If you catch me, that is."

Laughing at the game she wanted to play, Roger counted to five before taking off after her, finally catching up to her in the elevator.

He kissed her again and this time she kissed him back.

"I love you." She whispered. "So much."

"I know." He replied. "I love you too."

Then the kissing continued and both participants were finally happy with the way their lives had turned out. It couldn't get much better for them.