very short, i know...but i have to update, don't i? more coming on everythintg soon, I promise!

"I! WILL! KILL! HIM!"

"Maureen! Stop it!" Joanne reached around Maureen's waist and grabbed her tightly, restraining her from kicking the wall again. Maureen struggled for a minute, then ripped herself out of Joanne's arms and strode over to the other wall, where she plucked a leaf from the potted plant and started to twist it into little pieces. Joanne sighed and slumped into the hospital chair, hands gripping the armrests so hard her knuckles were white.

"Jesus Christ…I can't believe it, I just can't fricking believe it," muttered Mark, who was pacing by Joanne's chair. She sighed again and shrugged.

"Who could have? I mean, Mr. Grey…Benny's father-in-law? Man, this would go great on some kind of soap opera." She grimaced. Mark shook his head and paced faster.

"At least Mimi's getting an abortion," he said quietly. Joanne nodded.

"Not only would the child be Mr. Grey's, but it would have AIDS…I think that getting rid of it is a very adult thing to do. But I'm not so sure about having it done right now. I mean…right after we all find out…" Joanne trailed off and squeezed her eyes shut. Maureen, who was by now covered in tiny bits of leaf, came over to Mark and Joanne, her face white with rage.

"That fuck…that absolute bastard…that….that…fucking shit, I need something worse to call him!" She started twisting the hem of her shirt in her fingers, stretching it to maximum capacity.

"Maureen, calm down…"

"Mark, you want me to calm down! Are you telling me to calm down so we can just pretend that this isn't true, that he didn't do this to her? Well, sorry Mark, but I can't do that!" Maureen ground her teeth together and was about to storm away when Mark caught her by the wrist and held tight.

"No. I'm telling you to calm down because right now, Mimi needs us as friends, not as avengers. Trust me; I want to kill him just as much as you do." And from the fire in his eyes, both Maureen and Joanne could see this was true. Mark let go of her wrist, but did not stop talking. "But there'll be time for that after Mimi's recovered a little, when she's home and safe. Then we rip him limb from limb. But not before." Maureen stared at him for a moment, then she stopped trying pull away and walked over to the chair beside Joanne. She sank into it and pressed her head into her hands.

"Where are Angel and Collins?" asked Joanne after a moment of silence. Mark shrugged, but Maureen spoke.

"They're out in the lobby; Collins is calming Angel down. She couldn't handle it…man oh man, does that fuck-tard know what he's done to us?" Her voice was muffled and faint. Joanne sighed and patted her back, while Mark resumed his pacing.

"Guys…"

"Roger!" They all turned to see Roger emerging from down the hallway, his face tired and thin-looking. Mark made a run for him, followed closely by Joanne and Maureen. Roger rubbed his eyes and coughed gently as they clustered around him: although he had slept last night, it seemed as though he was horribly sleep-deprived.

"What the news with Mimi? Has it been…?" Joanne trailed off; unable to ask the question she wanted to. She didn't need to bother. Roger answered.

"It's done. As of now, Mimi's not pregnant anymore." Maureen unexpectedly sagged onto Joanne's shoulder: her face was pale and weak. Joanne wrapped an arm around her waist and steadied her. Mark did not let his eyes wander from Roger.

"Roger…the doctor told you about Mr. Grey, right? That's how you and Angel found out." Roger nodded. "Then…what are you going to do? To him, I mean…I guess…"

"What am I going to do to him?" Roger repeated, looking Mark in the eye. "What aren't I going to do to him?"

"Hoo boy," said Joanne under her breath as Collins and Angel appeared behind them.

there ya go! oh, and for those of who who don't like Mimi getting an abortion...deal with it! after all, why the hell would she want Mr. Grey's baby? and any baby she had would have AIDS...even Mimi wouldn't do that to someone.

luvvies!