A/N: Ok, so I forgot to put this before. These characters belong to Jonathan Larson. Not me. I just like abusing them and playing with their minds. Thank you all for the reviews, please keep them coming!!! Nothing makes me happier than getting that email from the bot at fanfic telling me I have a review. Well, some things make me happier, like the possibility of seeing Chad as Roger again, or going to Glen Falls, NY to see Jim's new show… but you know what I am saying.

Roger is at the payphone, calling Joanne collect, and I am looking up at our window trying to decide if we should break in again. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Mark, what's going on?" Mimi's voice interrupts my thoughts; I didn't even notice her approach. I point to the sign and she goes over and reads it, hitting the doorway and swearing, just as Roger had done a few minutes earlier. "That fucking bastard."

"That's no way to talk about your boyfriend, Mimi." Roger approaches us.

"Oh for Christ sake Roger, enough! I can't take your bullshit jealousy right now." I automatically step between the two, but Mimi continues shouting. "I wasn't talking about you anyway, I'm talking about Benny's EX-father in law!"

I push Roger back a few steps and turn to Mimi, "Ex? Do you mean?"

She nods, "The divorce was finalized yesterday. That is what he came to tell me last night."

"Great, so now you two can live happily ever after!" Roger pushes me aside and steps up to her.

"Roger!" I shout, "Leave her alone, this isn't the time, ok?"

"Stay out of this Mark, it isn't any of your business." I throw my hands up in frustration.

"Don't talk to you him that way." Mimi snaps at him.

"Really, Mimi, I can take care…" It doesn't matter that I'm talking; neither of them are listening to me. She takes a step closer to him.

"Baby, you have to stop being jealous, there is nothing going on with me and Benny. We are just friends." She lifts her hand up to his face and caresses it, and he holds it there for a moment, looking in her eyes. Then he suddenly drops his hand and backs away.

"So why did he come here last night to tell you the good news?" Instantly the fire is back in his eyes.

"To warn me, to warn us, that this might happen. He told me that the pre-nuptial agreement he signed null and voided the sale of the lot and the building if they were to divorce. Mr. Grey knew that I lived here, and he said something about the first thing he was going to do was get rid of Benny's free-loading friends." She takes Roger's hand, "I'm sorry, baby. If I never went back with him last year…"

I know that Roger blames himself for Mimi going back with Benny for that short time. I watch him take a deep breath and bend down and embrace Mimi, telling her it was fine, that we would all figure it out. I long for my camera, because even though I had many of Roger and Mimi's fights on film, they usually made up in private.

I clear my throat. "Can we, uh, get back to our immediate problem?" Their lips are locked and Roger waves me away. I sigh and head over to the fire escape. I jump up and pull the ladder down, and climb up to the first floor. Mimi's apartment was on the second floor, so I only needed to go one more flight. How I was going to get in once I was up there, I was not quite sure.

From the second floor fire escape, I watch Mimi and Roger whispering and hugging for a few minutes. They are both giggling, even though our home was going to be destroyed in just a few hours. I also notice, further down the street, the two policemen from earlier today walking around the old lot. I have a feeling that they will be making their way over here very shortly. The last thing I need is to get arrested again, for breaking into my own building. "Roger!"
It is difficult to yell and remain quiet at the same time. He doesn't hear me, his full concentration on Mimi. There are a couple of pebbles on the fire escape, so I pick one up and throw it at Roger, but I miss. I curse myself, after all those hellish years of Little League, and I still can't throw. I try again, and this time, I manage to hit Mimi in the arm.

"Ow!" She rubs the spot that I hit.

"Mimi, I'm so sorry." I say through my laughter, "I meant to hit the bigger target next to you."

She smiles and laughs at me. Roger bends down and finds the pebble and throws it back at me, but misses entirely. That sends us all into hysterics. We are still laughing, while Roger and I are throwing whatever we can get our hands on at each other. I of course, run out before he does, since I'm only on the fire escape, but I manager to climb up to Mimi's floor, and way out of reach for Roger's throwing ability. I lean down and cackle at him and soon he is rushing over to the ladder and quickly climbing. I climb up to the next few flights, so that I am now outside our window. It doesn't take him long to catch up, but it does take him long to catch his breath. This concerns me a little, but I push it aside, while I duck from his attempt at a headlock.

"Come on, we don't have much time." I squat down and look through our window. "I don't think we can stop them, but at least we can try and get our stuff."

Roger nods, "Yeah, well, Mimi's and my meds are in there, we need those."

"Yeah, I know, I was thinking that too." He looks at me and smiles and nods.

"So what do you think, break the glass?"

"Or we could try and open it." I laugh again as I pull the window up easily. "You forgot to lock it again."

"Me? No pal, I don't even live here anymore, remember?" I laugh again.

"Ok, then I'm the hero that failed to remember to lock up and therefore granting us easy access into the loft."

"No, you know what, I opened it last night before I went to bed, and shut it this morning when I went to the police station."

"Uh-huh, that is what I thought." I punch his arm lightly and start climbing through the window. As I do, I suddenly hear a few more voices below. When I get inside, I help pull Roger in, and he tells me that Joanne and Maureen had arrived. "Christ, I don't want to see her."

Roger pats my shoulder a few times, "Too bad, Mark, you are going to have to face her sooner or later."

"I just told her off an hour ago! Couldn't it have been a little later?" I walk into the loft and start searching for some sort of bag to put my stuff in. "I can't believe they are going to tear this place down." I find some grocery bags from our last trip, still on the floor, where we left them. I give one to Roger, and go over to "my room".

"Well, I can believe it, Benny and his ass hole father-in-law."

"You heard what Mimi said, this is beyond Benny's control." I stare at my dirty laundry sprawled all over and causally pick it up and throw it in the bag.

"Yeah, well, if Benny wasn't sleeping around with half the women in New York, Alison would have never kicked him out and divorced him." He grabs his meds from the kitchen table and puts them in his pocket.

"Yeah, I guess that is true." I start packing up my film projector, and I am briefly reminded of my missing camera. "I know you don't like Benny, but he was letting us live here for free for the past three years, Mimi too."
"Yeah, well, that was because he wanted to fuck Mimi." He throws what little items he has in the loft into the bag, "I'm going to go downstairs and get more of our stuff."

"Ok, I'll see you outside." I push the projector out onto the fire escape. I don't know where I'm going, or how I'm going to carry all my shit around, I just know I need a few things. I fill another paper bag with film reels and notebooks. Then I go and stand in the middle of the room and look around. As if I am watching one my own films, I see Angel, with her pickle tub dancing around, I see Collins bounding in full of life, telling us how he had gotten the job at MIT, I see Roger, sitting on the table, guitar in his lap, looking up, smiling and laughing at something I said. I see April's dead body in the bathroom, I see Maureen, lying on top of our bed, with another man. Then, as if I have stepped out of my own body, I see myself, standing alone.

"Mark, are you ok?" Joanne is climbing through the window. I smile and tell her I am fine. "Look, I tried to get you guys some more time, but it isn't possible. They are going to tear this place down in," she looks at her watch, "less than an hour."

"I know. It just hit me." She puts her arm around me and pulls me in for a hug.

"You will be ok honey, you can stay with us as long as you need."

"No way! I'm not staying with Maureen." I back away from her.

"Mark, I know you are mad at her, but come on, where else will you go."

I feel myself tense up, as I walk around looking for anything else I want to grab. "I am more than mad at her. I am through with her. I don't want her in my life anymore."

"You didn't really mean that, did you? I thought you were just mad."

"I meant it," I hand her a pile of old video tapes that I had from college, "She has always treated me like shit, and I have always taken it. I'm done."

"Where will you go, then?"

"I don't know," I didn't know, I hadn't even stopped to think about it. "Maybe I'll go visit Collins for awhile, or maybe I'll just live on the streets."

"Mark, I refuse to let you live on the streets. You have to let your pride go sometimes."

"Joanne, don't you see, I finally got pride. I let her walk all over me for years, like a spineless puppy. I honestly would rather sleep on the streets than at her place."

She shakes her head sadly, and looks at me, "You ready, got everything?" I nod, I have checked multiple times now. We both climb out the window and down the ladders. The construction crew has now moved over to the building and they are closing off the sidewalk around it.

The others are standing on the other side of the yellow tape. Roger has his guitar case in one hand, and his other arm is around Mimi. Maureen runs over to Joanne and embraces her crying. I stand off to the side on my own. I don't even have my camera to keep me company. The five of us stand there and watch. We watch as the first crane knocks into the wall. Maureen lets out a quiet scream when it hits, shattering the fourth floor window and fire escape. None of us are able to say a word, but we all remain there and watch as they destroy our home.

Ok wow, this is the first fic that I have wrote and cried. I'm still all teary… Poor guys… why do I do this to them??? Please review and tell me how much I suck or something… thanks!