A/N: To days of inspiration… I don't know, that was random, anyways, I saw this really cute screenshot on Latino Review's site for Rent that is an awesome Mark/Maureen picture!

Okay, it' during La Vie Boheme, and Mark's on the table, and Maureen is leaning across it, her arms around his knees and her head by his thigh, and she's looking up at him, and his hand is running through her hair, and it looks so adorable, and there's another one where Mark' arms are open and Maureen looks so happy like she's about to hug him. I've never seen RENT before, so I'm not sure what part it's at, but tell me what you think about the first pic!

Okay, hope you look, and I'm sorry there will not be a sex scene, I'm just no good at them, but during my next mar/Maureen story, I could get someone to help me. On with the story.

The following morning, Mimi was the first to wake this time. Roger uncomfortable shifts of movements. "You okay?" she asked, shaking him gently. Roger moved a bit, and then opened his eyes. Roger sat up, feeling sick.

"You all right?" Mimi asked again.

Roger placed a hand on his forehead. "Yeah, I'm just still tired." He lied. He had had the strange dream about Mimi again, but what did it mean? Was he afraid of Mimi dying? That was probably it. Ever since the night where she nearly died, Roger had still been a little tense about Mimi staying healthy. That was something Roger thanked Angel for all the time, because if it weren't for Angel, Mimi wouldn't be there beside him.

Mimi blinked, confused. "Okay," she said, and stood up. She walked over to the bathroom and cleansed her face with water. Roger walked in and wrapped his arms around her waist. Mimi sighed and Roger put his head on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked. Mimi hesitated.

She gave another exasperated sigh. "Nothing. It's just, the Cat Scratch club might be going out of business, which means I'll be stuck with no job." Roger's jaw dropped on her shoulder.

"When did you find out?" he asked worriedly.

""Thursday night." She replied. Roger looked confused. "You'll find another job," he said reassuringly. Mimi shrugged is head of her shoulder and shook her head. "Who's gonna want an exotic dancer with AIDS to be a worker at their store?" she asked sadly. Roger caught her in his embrace again. "Mimi, don't stress yourself out. You're a great person, and you can get any job you want." He smiled down at her and placed a kiss on her lips. She smiled again.

"You always know what to say when to say it, huh?" she laughed slightly, and he kissed her again. When he submerged from it, he grinned. "What plans to you have today?" he asked, pulling his body away from hers. Mimi waltzed over to her closet.

"Oh nothing," she said seductively. and turned to Roger. "I just have work for a few hours and then I've got the entire afternoon free." She explained. Roger raised an eyebrow. "And night?" he asked. Mimi shook her head. "Nothing."

Roger smiled. "Good. Cause I wanna take you out tonight." He stated. Mimi's mile grew impossibly wider. "Where to?" She asked, pulling clothes out. Roger followed her and leaned against the wall. "I dunno…. To eat… then wherever you want to go." He finished simply.

Mimi pondered the thought. "All right then." She kissed him gently. She then pulled away and turned her back to him. She pulled her shirt over her head, reveling her bare back to him, and put on the tight, lacy black shirt. She pulled her pants down, so her underwear could be seen, and pulled the short, leather miniskirt over them. Once she finished dressing, she turned to Roger.

"Well?" she asked, extending her arms.

He walked over and put her arms down for her, and wrapped her in his embrace. He kissed her fiercely, moving his lips up and down her neck, and Mimi giggled when he reached a tickle spot. After what seemed like an eternity, Mimi gave Roger a strong passionate kiss, and then pulled away. "I have to go." She said pulled away. He watched glide towards the front door and pick up a black jacket.

"See you tonight!" she called and blew him a kiss. Roger smiled and waved, and watched as the door closed.

Back in the loft, Mark lay awake, his arm around Maureen's waist as she slept beside him. Mark remembered how beautiful and peaceful Maureen was as she slept. A lock of chocolate brown hair fell across her face and he brushed it away with his hand. This made Maureen stir.

She opened her eyes and looked forward, almost forgetting where she was, but she turned her head and looked up, staring into the face of Mark, who was smiling at her, his glasses off. Maureen returned the smile. "Morning." He greeted her softly. Maureen's eyes drowned in his, and she was silent for a few moments. Instead of speaking, she kissed him. Mark looked taken aback.

"What was that for?" he asked, stunned. Maureen shrugged and sat up. "For letting me stay here, even after I hurt your feelings last night." She said, falling onto him. She kissed him again, and Mark felt happy.

Inside, he beamed. Maureen had no clue how happy she was making Mark. Maureen rested her head on his chest and didn't bother letting go. Mark could've cared less. Mark ruffled her hair and smiled. Maureen looked up, grinning. " I'm gonna go back to my apartment right now, maybe we can stalk Joanne and then form a plan." She suggested.

Mark gave a goofy grin that w s just so adorable; Maureen felt a shiver of warmth run down her spine. He embraced her again for a few seconds, and then gently pushed her off him. "See you." Maureen called, running out the door.

Later that day, Mark had gone to the grocery store to get some more food. He was pushing a cart filled with groceries. His eyes wandered the shelves for anything interesting that caught his eye. Then he rounded a corner and suddenly-

There was a crash and Mark snapped back to reality. He realized his cart had just collided with another. "Oh- I-I'm sorry." He stuttered. He looked up at the person and he suddenly felt tongue-tied.

It was a woman and she was beautiful. She was slightly shorter than Mark, with elbow length strawberry blonde hair. She had a slender, curvy figure, and her eyes were deep blue. She wore tight dark blue jeans, and a royal blue tank top with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath.

"No problem." She replied. She eyed Mark with great interest. "Have I seen you before?" she asked. Mark shook his head. "I don't think so."

"What's your name?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your name?"

"Oh." Mark said, coming to his senses. "Mark Cohen." He answered. The woman smiled. She stuck her hand out and said "Maddie Harris." She introduced. She and Mark shook hands and headed to the counter. After talking a bit, they walked out of the store and into the cool, air of New York. Maddie pulled out a piece of paper. She took a pen out of her back pocket and began scribbling furiously. She then handed Mark the scrap of paper.

"Call me if you're free Saturday night." She said, winking at him. She waved bye, and walked away to her car. Once Mark had seen her drive away, Mark grinned to himself. His first thought was to go home and call Maddie and tell her yes. He pictured the look on his friends' faces as he explained to them what had just happened. Roger, Collins, Mimi, Maureen…

Maureen.

Mark stopped dead and his grin faded. Maureen. She was ruining Mark's perfect chance at a relationship. He had agreed to be her boyfriend, just so she could get Joanne back, but Mark would be left with nothing.

Mark sulked back to the loft, wondering what to do.

A/N: Sorry to cut it at there… I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY! I'll try and update more, but yeah, so there's Chapter 7! Chapter 8's next and thanks to your reviews, I've truly been changed for the better. Wicked is awesome and so is RENT.