Disclaimer: I don't own this or any reference I might make.

Author's Note: This came to me while I was daydreaming about God-knows-what. Let me know if you like it or if I should continue it. NO FLAMES! The first part is pretty slow just cause I couldn't think of how to start it, Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Mark could still remember the first time he went out with Maureen. She had seemed like such a quiet, laid back artist type. It was funny to look at who she became over the course of so few years. Only a month into their relationship she had forced him to introduce her to his parents, which was a dinner party he would never forget. The dinner went fairly well with little conversation, but during the dessert Maureen had stood in her chair and gave what could've been an award winning speech on hermaphrodite's rights (her passionate topic at the time.)

And now, well now he was pretty sure this was another dinner he would never forget with her. She was sitting only inches away from him, rambling about the nights performance (which he had filmed.) She looked just as beautiful as the day she had dumped him, and he was pretty sure he was getting just as drunk as he was that day. Slowly he was slipping in and out of her conversation, managing to only pick up on a few words.

"So then I said, I said…you know what I said Marky?" Maureen drunkenly gasped out. Mark nodded, having no idea what she was talking about. Suddenly he could feel her weight crashing down onto him as she fell into a tight hug. "That's why I love you, Marky. You always know what I'm talking about. You're just one of the girls."

Mark wasn't sure if he should feel complimented or insulted by this. Finally his mind just blamed it on the alcohol and he went back to listening, or trying to listen to Maureen. She rambled on about Joanne and about the upcoming wedding before raising her glass high above her head. "To Girlfriends!"

Mark smiled and raised his up their too. "To girlfriends." This, for some odd reason made Maureen laugh harder. She took Mark's glass away from his hands and put it roughly back onto the table.

"I think you mean To Boyfriends."

Now Mark knew to feel insulted. He tried talking back to the girl but was instantly cut off. It was an odd sensation really, the feelings heightened by the alcohol. But somewhere deep in his mind he knew one thing.

He really hadn't been expecting to kiss Maureen tonight.

One Month Later:

The entire night had been pushed to the back of the two's minds since it had happened. There wasn't anything really for them to talk about. The went back to normal life, Maureen still dated Joanne as if nothing had happened and Mark still made his documentaries about his friends. But two things remained from that night that could come back to haunt them. One was a role of film Mark had buried deep in his closet, the other was still yet to be seen.

The next morning started like any other for the dysfunctional group. Mark got up early to make breakfast (translation, poor some cheap cereal into three milk-less bowls), Roger and Mimi slept in until about 9:30, and Collins swung by early to drop off the weeks "donations."

"Are you three coming to my lecture later tonight?" Collins asked as soon as they were all sitting around the little table in the "living room."

"They're letting you speak?" Roger asked with a hint of amazement in his voice.

"Yeah, hard for me to believe too. They requested that I do a seminar on why we should support AIDS research. What else could I say?"

"Just remember not to go too opinionated on them," Mimi said. "Think of what happened at the last one."

"That's all you'll let me think of. I should be good today though. I found some of Angel's old papers from Life Support meetings, I'm thinking of using her stuff as my reasoning." Collins kissed his necklace and looked up to the ceiling, this motion was followed by all of the others as a show of respect.

"We'll be there," Mark said for the group. "Would you mind if I taped it?"

"I was already assuming you were."

Everyone shared a laugh at this and went back to talking as they did every morning, unaware that things were about to be changed beyond their wildest beliefs.

"Mo Mo, we're going to be late!" Joanne shouted through the bathroom door to her girlfriend. "Collins seminar starts in fifteen minutes!" There was a grumbled response through the door. "Are you feeling alright, baby. You aren't throwing up again are you?"

"No," Maureen shouted. There was a moment of awkward silence. "Oh shit."

"Mo, are you okay? Is everything alright in there?"

"I'm late…" Maureen said. Joanne was puzzled by this statement.

"You're good, baby, we still have fifteen minutes."

"No, that's not what I mean…"

Joanne thought over this statement for a few minutes. "By late you mean...?"

"Yes."

"But you've only been with me…" There was another awkward pause from behind the bathroom door.

"You ready to head out?" Roger asked as he fixed his uncomfortable tie around his neck. Mimi walked out of the bathroom wearing an outfit that looked partially like it was pulled straight from the Cat Scratch club and partially like it was purchased from a nice store.

"Yeah, we don't want to miss his intro. Mark?" Mimi called out.

"One second!"

Roger grabbed Mimi and pulled her into a kiss, slightly messing up her lipstick. Mark came out of his room holding his camera trying to put the film into place. He looked up at the others with a smile. The phone in the back of the room began to ring.

"Should we?" Mimi asked.

"Nah, we usually screen." In the background a loud SPEAK could be heard. The three began making their way to the door when Joanne's booming voice erupted from the answering machine.

"Mark Cohen you had better pick up the fucking phone this minute, don't you make me come over their and kick your scrawny little…" Mark dove to the phone and picked it up before Joanne could finish her comment.

"Hey Joanne," he said, a lot more calmly than he felt. "Aren't you going to be meeting us at the seminar?" Mimi made a motion to Mark asking what was wrong, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't you play dumb with me Cohen, Maureen is late."

"Late? What do you mean? We can wait for you both if you want." Mark had to pull the phone away from his head as Joanne's screams erupted through it. On the other side of the room Roger was trying hard not to laugh.

"Joanne, please…" Mark pleaded. "What's going on, what do you mean late?"

The room went dead silent as Mark listened in on her answer. "And you're sure? And you're sure it's mine. Okay, we'll see you there." Mark stood perfectly still holding the receiver in his hand, suddenly he dropped it to the ground.

"What's wrong, Mark? Is Maureen okay?" Mimi asked, suddenly frightened by what could be wrong.

"Yeah…" he said, barely acknowledging the phone laying on the floor or the stares of his friends. "Maureen's pregnant…"