A/N: Wow I haven't updated this in a while. Enjoy, and review.

"Mark," Maureen whispered, once her tears had dried.

"What is it?" Mark asked softly, gently rubbing her back.

"You know…when Roger was going out with April? And we were first going out?"

"I…yes," Mark said, seeming to be uneasy.

Maureen bit her lip. "Did you ever…cheat on me?"

"Cheat on you? No, I never…" Mark began, but his protest was all too unconvincing.

"You're lying," Maureen whispered, as tears again crept into the corners of her eyes.

"Mo, I'm not, I…"

"I saw you!" she yelled, suddenly. "I saw you with April!"

There was a moment of silence.

"You saw…me and April…"

"Yes. I did. So you can quit lying to me," Maureen snapped, bitterly.

"Why are you just bringing this up now?"

"I don't know. I was going to, but then April died, and then we broke up…it just sort of got tossed out the window." She was silent. "Why did you do it?"

"It was just once, Mo. Roger was away, and she was lonely. She asked if she could join me on the roof and then…well, you know."

"And you never told Roger?"

Mark shook his head, guiltily.

"You have to tell him," she said, flatly.

Mark paled. "No, I can't."

"You need to tell him. He deserves to know. You've been keeping it from him for too long."

Mark sighed. "I know you're right. I just…don't know how I could tell him."

"Tell him tomorrow. When they get back from his parent's house. Talk to him alone."

Mark was quiet for a moment.

"Please?" Maureen said, in a choked voice.

Mark gave in. "Okay," he agreed. "I'll tell them tomorrow."

"How was your day?" Collins asked Frankie that night, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

Frankie looked up at him and smiled. "It was okay. I got kind of lonely with you out all day."

"I'm sorry. I don't like leaving you up here alone."

"I know." Frankie looked at the floor, and was silent.

Collins frowned. "Is something bothering you?"

"No…" Frankie started to say. Then, "Yes."

"What's the matter?" Collins asked, sitting beside her and running his fingers through her hair.

"I want to make love to you," Frankie blurted out, making no effort to be discreet.

Collins was taken back. "What?" he sputtered, bemused.

"You heard me. We've been together for almost half a year, and we never have. I want to."

"Frankie, baby, you know we can't do that…"

"Yeah, I know, you're positive. But I don't care. You're the only person that's ever truly cared about me, the only person I've ever really loved. And I'm willing to risk it. I'm not afraid of death. I love you, Tom."

Collins was suddenly angry. "Listen, Frankie-this isn't just some win-or-lose thing. My last partner died of HIV. And someday, maybe soon, I will too. You don't know how horrible it is. To watch the person you love suffer, be with them in their last hours. You say you're not afraid of death? Well, I'm terrified by it. And I'm terrified of my disease. Every day I am. And I'm not going to lose you to it. I won't be responsible for your pain. I love you, Frankie, you know I do."

"It just isn't fair though," Frankie murmured, and Collins could hear her voice choking up. "I know that I'll never love someone else like I love you before I die."

"That's what I thought after I lost Angel," Collins said, coming on more gently this time. "When she died, I wanted to die with her. I thought I'd never be truly happy again. But I was wrong-I met you. And I love you, just as much as I did Angel. And I know she'd be happy to know that."

Frankie sighed. "I know you're right. I'm sorry."

Collins kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I know it's hard. It is for me too, believe me."

Frankie nodded, but said nothing.

"It has to be like this," Collins said, softly.

Frankie sighed. "I know," she said. "I know."

"Here goes nothing," Mark muttered as Maureen escorted him up to the Loft. He opened the door with the spare key Roger had given him, and the two of them stepped inside.

"I'll go in the other room with Mimi. You two need to be alone," Maureen said.

Mark sighed. "Alright."

"Hello?" Maureen called out.

Mimi appeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing a loose pair of jeans and a maternity blouse that her sister Isabella had gotten for her.

"Hey, guys!" she greeted, pleased with their presence.

"Hey, Mimi. How was it?"

Mimi shrugged. "What can I say. They weren't nuts for me."

"That's Ray and Lorraine for you," Mark said, quietly.

"Yeah, well. Roger didn't like me at first either when I first met him," Mimi giggled.

Yes he did, Mark thought to himself, but said nothing. "Is Roger home?" he asked, uneasily.

"Yeah, he's in the dining hall-I mean nursery. Jeez, I need to stop doing that. Roger, in here!" Mimi called, cupping her hands over her mouth.

Maureen motioned towards Mimi's swelling belly. "How's life down there?"

"Well, the nausea's kind of passed. I think I've come to embrace my hugeness," she grinned. "Isabella and I went shopping for maternity clothes. I had to buy extra large, since it's twins."

"Well, they'll be here before you know it," Maureen told her.

"Yeah, I know," Mimi said, patting her stomach.

Roger entered the room. "Hey guys," he said, giving the same greeting as Mimi.

"Hi," Mark and Maureen said at the same time. Maureen looked at Mark and nodded.

"Um, Rog, can I talk to you?" Mark asked, quietly.

"Talk? Of course. Shoot," Roger said, opening a can of soda.

"Can we talk alone?" Mark asked, quickly.

Roger frowned. "Alone? Yeah…I guess so."

"We'll go into the other room," Maureen said quickly, taking Mimi, who appeared very confused, by the arm and leading her out of the room."

Roger laughed. "What's up, buddy?"

Mark sighed. "Roger, there's something I was never quite honest with you about." He had considered the whole 'Please don't get mad' thing, but then decided Roger had the right to be mad for what Mark was about to tell him.

Roger raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"You know when you went to Connecticut with the Hungarians? And I stayed behind with April?"

"Yeah…jeez, that was a long time ago. Why?"

Mark hurried along. "April was upset when you left. She was really lonely."

"Yeah…" Roger was beginning to become impatient.

"There was just…one night. We were up on the roof. She was talking about how you were never around anymore. And my relationship with Maureen then was going to hell. And…it just…she kissed me, and then…"

"WHAT?" Roger exclaimed.

"We ended up spending the night together," Mark finished, softly.

"You mean…you slept with her?" Roger said, in disbelief.

Mark was silent.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Roger yelled, suddenly.

"Roger, I'm sorry…"

"No wonder she was so fucking depressed! On top of knowing she was positive, she had to live with the guilt of FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND!!!"

"Roger, please," Mark pleaded, not wanting Maureen and Mimi to hear.

"You come in here and tell me that my girlfriend cheated on me…with you…and you tell me to fucking calm down? Let me tell you something, you creep, if I had ever…"

Suddenly, Maureen came into the room, looking nervous, followed by Mimi.

"…known what you two were up two, I would have killed you."

"Roger, let me explain…she was upset.."

"SO THAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO FUCK HER BEHIND MY BACK?" Roger screamed, shoving him against the wall.

Mark stumbled, caught off guard.

"STOP IT!" Mimi screamed, rushing over to him as he grabbed Mark's shoulders. "Let go of him!"

Roger gave Mark a murderous look, ignoring Mimi.

Mimi shoved him away from Mark with what strength she had, then glared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Ask him. He's the one who's fucked my girlfriend.

"What?" Mimi said, startled.

"April. Him and April." Roger's voice cracked. "The person who I thought loved me as much as I loved her…"

"Rog, she DID love you…"

"Don't talk to me," Roger growled, whirling around to face Mark.

"She came to me for comfort."

"SHUT UP!" Roger screamed, taking a step towards him and nearly causing to Mimi to topple over as she clung to his arm.

"STOP!' she yelled. "Both of you! Just shut up!"

Roger stopped, and glared at Mark with rage.

Mimi shook her head. "I don't know what the fuck went on with you three, but whatever it is, you're not going to act like five year olds and scream at each other in the middle of the fucking living room.

"You have a lot of nerve," Roger snapped at Mark.

"Maybe if you were around for a while, she wouldn't have felt the need to come to me," Mark said, quietly.

Roger shook his head, sadly. "Fuck you, Mark." He turned to Mimi. "I'll be back later." Before anyone could say anything, he was out the door. They all winced as it slammed shut behind him.

Maureen sighed and looked at Mark. "That didn't go as well as I'd hoped."

Roger returned home around seven, relieved to find the Loft rid of all guests. He found Mimi asleep in the bedroom, snoring softly in a fetal position. She had taken to going to bed more early, lately.

Roger showered, got into a pair of old boxers, and slid in bed next to her. Mimi stirred and awoke, looking up at him sleepily. "Hi, there."

"Hi," Roger mumbled.

"Blow off some steam?"

"Some."

"I've never heard you yell at Mark."

"Yeah, well. There's a first time for everything."

"Would you forgive him?" Mimi asked, quietly.

"I don' know." Roger stared at the wall. "It'll take time."

"I know it hurts," Mimi said softly, nuzzling her cheek gently against his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

Mimi sighed and lay back down. "You're stubborn as hell."

"Well, excuse me."

Mimi glared at him and rolled over onto her side.

"How have you felt today?" Roger asked quietly, and Mimi knew he was referring to the babies.

"Better," Mimi said, flatly.

"You're mad at me."

"I'm disappointed, is all."

Roger snorted. "Not as much as I am with Mark."

"Well, you have a right to be."

"Don't I know it," Roger said, bitterly.

Mimi closed her eyes. Roger remained sitting up.

"Come to bed," she said, tiredly. "You'll feel better."

Roger said nothing, but gave in.

Satisfied, Mimi closed her eyes again and turned over so that she was facing the other direction.

Roger sighed. Slowly, he moved closer to her body, pressing her against him, putting an arm around her growing abdomen, protectively. Mimi squeezed his hand gently as he began to rub her tight stomach with the palm of his hand, wondering if he'd feel the babies moving. He was disappointed to feel nothing.

"They're sleeping," Mimi said, her voice muffled by her pillow. "And you should be."

Roger gave up trying to brighten her mood, and took away his hand. He closed his eyes tightly, inhaling the smell of Mimi's shampoo and trying to think of anything but Mark and April. Soon enough, he drifted to sleep.