A/N: Okay so this is the second part, it was originally supposed to be one chapter but it was too long...20 something pages. So here I am splitting it up. Here we go.

Fi and Roger walked around the park and talked for a while, "Tell me about your past." She asked suddenly, he stopped and stood still for a few moments.

"Why?"

"I just want to know."

"There isn't much to know." Roger said honestly.

"Come on, you're telling me you don't have any deep dark secrets?"

'If only you knew' he thought bitterly.

"There you go again."

"What?"

"Whenever you think about something you don't want to tell me your eyes go a shade darker. Come on Roger, I just want to know more about you, I care about you, and I know you're hiding something."

"Why does it matter?

"Because your past makes up who you are now."

"Do you really want to know?"

"I do."

"Come on then," he said walking her over to a bench. "Please don't let this affect anything about our relationship."

"You're making me nervous."

"You wanted to know."

"I still do."

"Okay."

"So, go ahead." Fi wanted to know, but he was acting so secretive so...scared of it, she was beginning to grow nervous, but she wanted to know Roger, and she knew that before a real relationship could even start he needed to tell her everything, and she needed to tell him all of her."

"Ok, well to begin with, I've never been the guy daughters bring home to their fathers. In high school I was wild, and when I came to New York it only got worse. I drank and smoked cigarettes and pot in high school, but when Mark and I moved to New York, I started doing other things."

"Like?"

"Heroine, crack, that sort of thing. Every night and sometimes the day I'd leave this world and go to my own sometimes by myself, mostly with friends. I started the band and I got even worse, the guys did more lines than I did and well I was just another damn junkie. Then I met April, she was the only person that really put up with me, perhaps because she did just as much as I did, but in my mind she understood me, and we loved each other, we really did. Anyway I came home one day and I found her lying in the bathtub, I left the bathroom thinking she was taking a bath, you know relaxing and such. An hour later though, she still hadn't left the bathroom so I walked back in and found her lying in the tub, soaked in her own blood. She had slit her wrists." He stopped for a moment because he was beginning to feel choked up.

"Oh God Roger, I shouldn't have asked."

"There's more." Fi only looked at him, her heart breaking for him as he continued. "After that I went to a clinic and became clean. So did my band mates, I didn't leave the loft for nearly a year after that. Then she came into my life?"

"She?"

Roger smiled at the memory, "Yeah 'She'. Her name was Mimi Marqueze. She was beautiful. She came in asking for a 'light' back then Benny was an even bigger ass than he is now and he had turned off her light and heat. Anyway, she was a junkie as I soon found out but something about her attracted me to her. She was gorgeous and funny, she reminded me of the good things of April but she was her own person. She turned out to be a dancer, I kind of felt threatened by that. I ended up pushing her away. Anyway Mark made me realize I needed her, so she forgave me and we began to grow close. Then Benny came into the picture and screwed things up so I left. I needed to get my priorities straightened out, I thought, I finally figured out I was only running away. Mimi was dying, and I couldn't handle that, I couldn't handle losing another person I loved. I finally realized I was being an idiot so I returned to New York. I looked for Mimi everywhere, but I couldn't find her. Turns out she ran to a clinic to get help but after she was clean she had no where to go. She ended up living on the streets. Anyway, one night Maureen and Joanne brought her in, oh god, I've never seen a person so fragile in my life. I almost lost her that night. For some reason she stayed with me for another year before she died. It was one of the best years of my life. I loved her so much, I still miss her." He finally finished looking down at his hands, tears filming his eyes. He looked up hoping the air would try his eyes so that he didn't have to. It did, but not before Fi noticed.

"Hey," she said reaching over and grasping his hand, "thanks for telling me. Mimi must have been a wonderful person to make you love like that. It's not every day you meet a man so obviously in love with a girl. And it definitely isn't every day that you meet a man who speaks so highly of the girl he loves even after she's gone."

Roger looked over at her, smiled gently and kissed her temple before clearing his throat. And putting his arm around her. She leaned in to him. "Can I see her?"

"What?"

"Can I go visit her."

Roger looked at her with uncertainty before he nodded. "Follow me." He grasped her hand and she hailed a taxi to take them down to the cemetery. When the reached the cemetery yards the two walked in silence. Roger pointed and Fi walked over to Mimi's grave. She bent down and rubbed her fingers on the engravings.

"Hi Mimi, I'm Fi. It's a shame we couldn't meet on this world. But I want to thank you for taking care of Roger, he's a wonderful guy. He's obviously had a troubled past, and you must have been some girl to make him love you the way he does." She broke off for a moment, still staring at the engravings and rubbing her finger over her engraved name. "I'll take good care of him." She said. She stood up and rubbed the dirt of her pants. She looked around at all the grave markers, some in the ground, some raised. She also stared at the Mausoleums that held generations of families, as well as the walls that held name plates of those who died but were cremated. She absentmindly wiped a tear away from her cheek before turning back to Roger who was silently crying by now. She walked up to him, took his face in his hands and kissed each tear that fell from his eyes. She looked at her watch and noticed it was around 4 pm. The two had totally forgotten lunch. "Come on love, they'll be wondering where we went off too." He nodded and she grasped his hand once again and the two began walking. Once they were out of the cemetery Roger stopped. Fi turned to look at him questioningly.

"Fi, I-" he stopped. She brought her fingers to his lips.

"You don't have to say anything."

"But I do. I've never seen someone so sincere in all my days. How are you so willing to accept that part of my part will always belong to Mimi."

"Simple really. Roger, we've all lost loved ones, and some of us have lost those we loved as more than just friends or family. I know what it is to see those you love die Roger, and most of all I know how hard it is to move on. I know that a person never truly gets over those they have loved with all their hearts. But I also happen to know that a heart was meant to love more than one person. I know Mimi owns a large part of your heart, I can deal with that, I just want a little part of yours if your willing to give it."

"Fi, I can't promise you much, and I can't guarantee much either, but I can guarantee this. You are starting to soften my heart once again." He stated.

She smiled, "And that's enough for now. Come on Sparky, we both have rehearsals and I don't trust my baby sister with Mark."

"Not the other way around?" He smirked.

"Nope, not the other way around."

"You are too much."

"I know," she stated grinning broadly. "Come on." She started hailing a cab, "Taxi...Taxi....TAXI!" A taxi cab finally stopped and the couple got into it and drove back to the loft.

Roger walked into his loft, Fi having left to rehearse for her gig later on that night, to find Maureen lounging on the couch. "Uh Maureen, what are you doing here?"

"What? A girl can't visit her friends?"

"No she can, but said friends aren't here are they?"

"No, but one of them is now." She said brightly.

"Where is Mark?"

"No clue."

"Collins?"

"Sulking. Where's Fi?" Maureen asked.

"Rehearse for her performance tonight, you coming?"

"Wouldn't miss it. And Aaron."

"Rehearsing."

"Fi's sister?"

"Gen? No idea."

"Hm...two of our friends seem to be missing without an excuse." Maureen stated.

Roger smiled. "Don't even go there. If there is something going on between those two besides friendship Mark will tells us."

"Tell you what?"

"What is it with you guys and walking in at the end of statements?" Roger asked.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"Where have you been Marky?" Maureen asked in a stern tone, though Roger and Mark could see she was about to laugh.

Mark blushed, "I...um...well...you see," he rambled growing more embarrassed with each moment.

"He was with me!" Gen stated happily.

"Really?" Maureen said, "You don't say?" This time both Gen and Mark blushed. Roger coughed.

"Want to tell us something Marky?"

Mark cringed, glanced at Gen, and then shook his head, "Nope, not a thing."

"Right then."

"Who wants dinner?" Gen asked, "My treat."

"You're going to buy?" Roger asked.

"No silly, I'm going to cook, meet me downstairs in an hour." Gen stated happily while she walked out the door and jogged down the steps happily.

"I think I'll help." Maureen said getting up and walking downstairs. "Knock Knock." She said while walking into the apartment.

"In here...Maureen right?" Gen asked while pointing.

Maureen laughed, "Right."

"Oh good, I'm horrible with names. I never forget a face, but their names...well that's another story. Turned out to be quite a problem while I was working in Africa."

"What's it like?"

"Fantastic. Hot. Dry. Smelly. Dusty. Fantastic. The people are amazing, the culture is beautiful, and the times I got to go into the Savannah and Rainforest were amazing."

"Sounds like it." Maureen stated dreamily.

"You should go sometime."

"Weren't you scared?"

"Of what?"

"Diseases...dying?"

"Oh no, I took so many shots before I went to Africa I felt like Swiss cheese, and I have an appointment to take more later. As for dying, if you mean did I fear getting my head blown off...yes sometimes. The rebels were constantly moving and an American white girl working at a mission isn't safe at all. But I fell in love with Africa, I wasn't about to leave because of that."

"What kinds of patients did you work with?"

"All kinds. Those with missing limbs, those suffering from diseases: malaria, dysentery, even AIDS. It's only then one really understands that every person is the same."

"What do you mean."

"As the Prince of Morocco stated in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, all men bleed red blood. You stop caring about a person's ethnicity, culture, religion, or even wealth when you see that you're the only way that person is going to survive. I made many friends in Africa, I can't wait to return."

"When do you go back?"

"Most likely six months, maybe eight. It just depends."

"On what?"

"Many things. Medical things, Government issues, Mission issues...there's a lot that goes into leaving the country and going into another." Gen said while placing a broccoli casserole into the oven. "Could you make the salad?"

"Sure no problem."

"Thanks, mixings are in the refrigerator." Gen said while cutting up some bread. "So what's going on in your life?"

Maureen sighed, "I don't know. Joanne is pissed off for some reason, she refuses to tell me why. That's frankly why I am here."

Gen smiled, "Lover's spat?"

She shrugged, "You could say that."

"Well you're welcome here anytime Maureen." Gen stated genuinely. She had heard a lot about Maureen, about her quirks that usually angered some. Her dreams of landing a spot on the stage. Gen just took it in and found the girl quite charming. Daring to be herself. Not too many people did that.

Maureen looked at her in surprise before answering. "Um thanks."

Gen smiled, "No problem. Well looks like dinner is done, will you go get the guys and tell them to come down. Do try and drag Collins out of his room." She stated seriously.

Maureen nodded, "I will." Maureen bounded up the stairs and opened the door. "Food!" Roger and Mark immediately poked their heads out of the room.

"It's done?" The two asked in unison.

"Yup." She said turning around and walking down the stairs. Roger turned to go and Mark spoke up.

"I'll get Collins."

Roger nodded, "Alright."

Mark walked over to Collins's door. "Collins. Come on out."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Avoiding the problem won't make it go away. Come with us tonight and talk to him, he said he wanted to talk to you before he left."

Collins opened the door. "He did?"

"Yes, now come on and eat." Collins nodded and the two walked downstairs to the apartment.

Around the table Roger, Mark, Collins, and Maureen sat while Gen brought the dishes to the table. Finally she sat down. "Well don't wait for me. Eat up."

Mark spoke up, "Collins, it's a good thing you told him, really it is. He needed to know."

Collins nodded his head. "I know it just sucks that's all."

Gen looked around the table confused, "What happened."

Collins held back for a second, debating on whether he should tell her. He decided she would find out sooner or later so he told her. "I have AIDS."

Gen sat back in her chair, "Wow, I had no idea. How long."

"A few years now. It's how Angel died. She had AIDS too."

"I am sorry. When did she die?"

"1996."

"Whoa, it wasn't that long ago."

Collins shook his head. "No it wasn't."

"How long did you two date."

"About a year."

"Wow. Collins?"

He looked up, "Yeah?"

"It doesn't change my view of you. You're the same smart Collins that stole Aarons heart. And don't be too quick to judge. Aaron has his own things going on right now as well. Give him time, he'll come around." She said.

Collins nodded. "Thanks."

After dinner the five of them headed over to the club to hear Fi's performance. Fi saw Roger immediately and ran up to him, jumping on him and kissing him soundly on the lips. "You made it!"

He laughed, "I told you I would."

Gen said, "Down Fi, literally..."

"Oops. Sorry."

Aaron walked up to Collins at that moment. "Uh Collins, after the show do you think we could talk?"

Collins looked at him and nodded. "Thanks." Aaron said.

Roger looked at the two of them and sighed. He did NOT want to tell Fi he had AIDS, but he knew Collin's had done the right thing. He decided he would tell her... "Fi, we need to talk." He said right as Pessimistic Dreams was called on stage.

"Can you tell me later?" He nodded. "Great! Thank you." She kissed him once more and walked on stage, beginning her set. By the end of the show every one was clapping. Fi's cheeks were blushed when she walked off stage. Roger greeted her.

"You sounded great up there."

"Thanks. Wow, I've never received such a wonderful audience." She said looking out into the crowds.

"About the talk."

"Oh yeah, can it wait, the guys want to go out."

"No, it really can't."

Fi looked at Roger and grew concerned, "Love, what is it?"

"I have AIDS."

"What?" Fi asked.

"I said, I have AIDS."

"You have what!" Fi asked before she passed out.

A/N: Okay I seriously did not mean to make it this long, but I got on a role and I did not want to stop. Don't worry I have plenty more for this story, this isn't the end of it. Please review! It means a lot. I know it was a tad fluffy at points but damn it I think they deserve some romance. Anyway my twisted mind is in the works as we speak, have no fear I won't lead you too far from the path...