Hey guys.

First one is fluff and the second one is sorta (but not really) a continuation off of the 'Death' prompt. Well it's Mimi and Mark and Roger's dead. It's not really angst but not fluff either. K Enjoy! Who? marks 30 for me! You guys who have been here since story 1 have read 30 prompts! Give yourselves a hand. Thank you for reading and I hope you plan to stick around to read the next 30 and through my remainding 70 :-)

Dru

--the lyrics at the beginning of Who? are from Goodbye Love and I don't own them--

70. Storm

It wasn't the storm roaring outside that was giving Mimi chills down her spine and causing goose bumps on her skin. No, that was all Roger's doing. They were sitting on the floor in the living room and had just finished some sort of board game Collins had brought over for their entertainment. Mimi was in Roger's lap and he felt the need to blow softly into her ear, despite her complaining. She mustered up a fake shiver and he stopped.

"That game was totally pointless," Mark stated, pushing off the coffee table with disgust.

"Board games are supposed to be pointless Mark," Collins sighed, shoving the board back into its box and setting it on the floor. Roger started to tickle Mimi and she managed to stay quiet, immobilizing his hands. She was finding quite a bit of entertainment in watching Mark and Collins bicker.

"So," Mark started. Mimi could tell he was a few seconds away from getting huffy. "If you knew beforehand that the game was pointless why did I just waste two hours of my life playing it?" Collins rolled his eyes, obviously not in the mood to argue. Roger squeezed Mimi's side and she let out a surprised yelp before pinning him to the floor. Collins and Mark stared at them.

"Are you alright?" Collins asked, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Mimi opened her mouth to answer but a loud clap of thunder shook the loft, lighting flashing glaringly bright in the window. Instead she clutched Roger tighter, cowering underneath his chin.

"What's a matter Meems? The storm too scary for you?" Mark taunted. She glared at him.

"Leave me alone."

"Yeah. Nothing can scare the all-might powerful feline of Avenue B!" Roger nuzzled into the back of Mimi's neck, sticking up for her, even though she was shaking slightly in his grasp. Another clap of thunder sounded and Mimi closed her eyes, trying to block out the sound. Collins let out an audible sigh and stood up.

"Come on," he held his hand out to Mimi who was still latched on to Roger. She stared at him.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to show you there's nothing to be afraid of." Hesitantly, Mimi grabbed Collins hand. He hoisted her off the ground and tugged her along with him, towards the window. Roger and Mark followed.

"I don't want to go outside," Mimi said seriously, quickly pulling away.

"We're not going outside," Collins said. He nodded at the windowsill. "Roger." Roger obediently sat up on the sill and Collins eased Mimi back into his lap.

"Now," he said. "Who do you love more then anyone else in the entire world. Well, besides me and Mark of course." Mimi giggled.

"Roger."

"Exactly. Now who's that sitting behind you?" Collins asked. Mimi relaxed against his chest, pulling his arms around her middle.

"Roger!" she said, a hint of pride in her voice now, enjoying this game. He pressed a kiss to her neck.

"When you think of Roger…do you feel scared?" Collins asked. He reminded Roger of a game show host. All he was missing were the cue cards and microphone. Mimi shook her head, a smile still on her face as Roger went back to blowing softly into her ear. Another round of thunder claps sounded outside, followed by more blinding lightning flashes, but Mimi was too wrapped up in Roger to notice.

"Well then," Collins folded his arms over his chest, grinning at the way Roger was admiring Mimi and the way she seemed to be memorizing his eyes.

"Case and point."

76. Who?

Who are you to tell me what I know? What to do?

A friend…

But who Mark are you? 'Mark has got his work' they say. 'Mark lives for his work' and 'Mark's in love with his work'. Mark hides in his work.

It had been almost 2 years since Roger had expressed his inner thoughts out loud to his best friend and roommate. But Mark hadn't ever forgotten them. He had to open his eyes and realize that life had to be lived moment by moment as if it was the last. Since Roger had passed away last winter, he had barely picked up his camera. Mimi was saddened by it. Mark knew it. And he knew it because she would bring it up sometimes.

"How come you don't bring the camera to Maureen's shows anymore babe?" Mimi asked softly one night, trying to warm her hands underneath the table at the Life Café after another one of Maureen's performances. Mark had to shrug. It was impossible not to feel guilty after looking into those pleading eyes. He had done his best the last couple of months to keep it together for Mimi. Because she deserved it. A part of her had died along with Roger; a lot of her life looked seemingly broken and hopeless. The void would never be filled. But Mark was trying to stay positive.

She still thrived for the comfort his arms seemed to bring her. She followed him around like his shadow these days. Her gazes still looked like those of a beaten puppy, but she was steadily growing stronger every day.

"I guess…I always forget it at the loft is all." He knew Mimi didn't buy it. She took a slow sip of her coffee then looked back up at him, her nose pink from the cold, her cheeks flushed, her eyes as trusting as ever.

"Can we go to the park tomorrow?" she asked. "We can bring the camera?"

"I dunno Mimi…,"

"Please? I love you!" she pleaded. Mark groaned. She seemed to use that phrase more to her advantage then to his. But even though she sometimes reminded Mark of a little kid, he knew she meant it every time she said it and wouldn't if she didn't. Mimi was just an opportunist he kept telling himself. And more importantly, she had been put through more then she should.

"I love you too," he muttered, leaving a couple of dollars on the table and taking her hand into his. Sometimes the pain of Roger's absence was too much.

But Mimi and Mark were learning more and more about who each other was.

And that's what was keeping them sane.