AN: A sincere thank you to BohemianCane04. Really think its that good? I personally think it's crap…but that's me.

Own nobody except for Tara and Dave.

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Tara opened her door. "Collins! What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I thought someone else lived…" He looked in the apartment. Dave wasn't in there.

"Oh no. Look, please, come in. I'll get Dave."

She stormed into her brother's room. "David Michael Wendko, would you care to explain to me why Tom Collins is waiting out there?!"

Dave stuck his head out of the closet. "He's my date. Should I go with men's or women's?"

She shut the door. "Dave, listen. He's just getting over someone."

"Please. Gay men are not all that uncommon."

"His last lover died, David, all right? And from the stories I've heard, he was a cross-dresser as well."

Dave looked at her, his brown eyes searching through hers. "Ta, please. I gotta know what it feels like on my own."

She sighed. "Go ahead."

With a squeal, Dave hugged her. "Get out, I've gotta get dressed."

"There's something else-"

'Tara." He put down a pair of khakis. "Don't give me the man's life story. If something is extremely important, I'm sure that Tom is capable of telling it to me himself."

"I hope you're right."

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"Steve, are you sure? I mean, it's highly unlikely-"

"POOKIE!"

Joanne stopped. "Steve, can you hold on, please? Yes, I know. Well, I- Okay, okay, I'll call you back."

Maureen walked into the room. "I needed you. Come on. I heard the building's being put back up for sell."

"First of all, the Greys have already own it. Again. Secondly, I was on an extremely important phone call."

Maureen pouted. "I hate it when you have to bring work home."

Joanne paused for a second. She wasn't one to lose her temper but- "Get out."

"What?"

"Get out, Maureen. I need to work. I can't help with your protest, all right? I've got my own job."

"But, Pookie-"

"I mean it."

Maureen bit her lip. "So, that's it then. I'll leave." She began walking over to her room. "You know," she said, turning around at the door, "if I leave, you're just losing THE BEST THING YOU HAD GOING!"

Joanne barely flinched when she heard the door slam.

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Tara had almost run into the man at the bottom of the stairs. "Omigosh, I'm so sorry!" She was running late already.

"It's fine," the man grumbled. He picked up a pair of scratched sunglasses, and gathered the contents of his briefcase.

"Are you okay?"

"I told you, I'm fine," he said, "Like this hasn't been a shitty day already."

"What happened?" She tapped his shoulder. "My name's Tara."

"Benny."

"Do you wanna to talk about what happened?"

"Nah. I gotta do some work."

"Oh, no please!" She grabbed his arm. "I might have some time. I have to meet someone at the Life-" Benny stared at her. "Please. I'm sorry, but…I like to help people."

"You wouldn't understand." He snapped the briefcase closed.

"I can try."

Mark looked into the Life Café's windows. He couldn't be seeing this.

Tara and Benny were sitting at a table, with Benny's hand over…

He turned and ran.

"Come on, Tom."

Collins looked at Dave. "I know it's been rough for you since Angel, but you have to let go." Dave leaned over.

"Dave, please, it's only been a week."

"Tom, I love you. What is it you told me on our first date?"

"Today for you, tomorrow for me. I know, but there's something I need-"

"I don't care. We've both had it rough. Let this happen now."

Collins stared into Dave's eyes. "You're absolutely sure?"

"I've got nothing to lose."

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PS: Well, well. Joanne and Maureen are no more…again, Dave's contracting AIDS, and what the hell is Mark thinking? Review, flame, whatever, and you will see!!! ; )