This chappie usually happens in rent fics. But I still love it. XD Review, loves. Roger and Mimi love you if you review. XD

About Mo and Jo (that is so cute) and Mo and Marky… the votes were mostly tied. So I pick. XD

Disclaimer: I owe my thanks and gratitude to Jonathan Larson for creating my favorite movie and broad way couple, Meems and Rog. :)

(Narrator's POV)

Mark, Roger and Mimi's loft: November 17, 1992, 10 am, Eastern Standard Time

Mimi woke up in an empty bed with her stomach feeling queasy. Without warning, she felt her previous day meals churn around and rise up her throat. She ran to the bathroom and puked into the toilet, trying to hold her hair back.

"Shucks, Meems, what's the matter?" Mark cried, running up to the bathroom door.

"Must've eaten something bad last…"

Mimi puked more into the bowl, while Mark scrunched his face up in disgust. He threw the toast that he was nibbling on in the trash can.

All through out the morning, Mimi would go into the bathroom and puke.

"Meems, go see a doctor. Pasta at the Life disagreed with me once, but I didn't puke that much," Mark said, grabbing his coat.

"Maybe I will," Mimi said, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"Don't tell Roger, okay?" she asked. "I don't want him worrying."

"You got it. See you!" Mark called, disappearing from the loft.

Hospital check up room, 1 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"WHAT?"

"Yes, that's right. I take it you weren't planning it?" the doctor asked from behind his desk, peering at Mimi through his gold framed spectacles.

"No, I – we – weren't," Mimi answered, gulping in horror.

"Well, in that case, congratulations," the doctor said, writing something on a paper.

"Are you going to keep it?" he asked, looking up.

Mimi couldn't think, nor could she move any muscle of her body. This was a nightmare. What would Roger say? Would he leave her?

"Maybe, I don't know," Mimi said, standing up and clutching the bottom of her sweater.

Mimi looked down at her stomach, something was living inside her. She was actually helping someone to live. Then and there she decided that she would keep it, no matter what happened.

"Yes, I probably will."

"Excellent," the doctor said. "It's going on very healthy Mrs?"

"Miss."

"Miss Marquez," the doctor corrected himself, glancing at his records.

"Now since you have HIV, we wouldn't want the baby getting it, so you are to take these as prescribed," the doctor handed Mimi a bottle of medicine and a paper with instructions.

"So the baby can get it?" Mimi asked, suddenly saddened.

"Yes. There's an 80 chance," the doctor gave a sad frown.

"The father doesn't have the disease… does he?" the doctor asked.

"He does," Mimi choked, trying to hold he tears back.

"Then there's a very great chance that the baby will have it, Ms. Marquez."

Mimi's tears were brimming dangerously on the edge of her eyes. How could she do this to this baby? They practically robbed it of a healthy life. Why? Why?

"I'm sorry," the doctor apologized, seeing Mimi's look. "Will you be okay, Ms. Marquez?"

"It's fine. I'm fine," Mimi said, walking to the door.

"Come back in one month!" the doctor called.

Mimi was too upset to even hear.

Mark's Movie Shoot: 1 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"CUT!"

"Gabrielle, I need more from you. You love him, though it's just the first time you've seen him. Try and act the part, will you? True love doesn't come everyday!" Mark lectured through his megaphone.

"Miguel, same goes for you! MORE!" Mark demanded. "More connection! Look into her eyes. She has very beautiful brown eyes, Miguel. MIGUEL! Are you listening?"

"Yes, Markus, I'm listening," the dirty blonde snapped.

His leading lady giggled beside him, as she picked up the props she was supposedly to "drop" and put them inside the box she had to be carrying.

"Ugh, I need a break. EVERYONE TAKE FIVE!" Mark shouted.

Everyone sighed with relief and left their posts. Mark's camera man gave him a hard pat on the shoulder before running off to the food table. Mark sat down on his director's seat and fumed over the amateur actors he had cast. No one seemed to capture the true essence of the scene, and the movie, for that matter.

"Maybe I should just let Roger and Mimi act," Mark mumbled pensively to himself. "I mean it is their story."

"Marky!" a voice echoed through and interrupted his thoughts.

Mark cocked his head back and spotted a lady with ginger hair running to him from a distance. No one could mistake that skeleton spray painted top.

"Mo, what you doing here?" Mark asked, meeting his friend.

"Joanne's driving me nuts, Marky!" Maureen cried. "I went to your apartment but it was empty."

"Wedding's OFF!" she cried, slicing the air with her arm.

"Calm down, Mo. Tell me what happened. Did you fight again?" Mark asked, letting her sit on his director's chair. (He never let anyone sit on it)

"No, we didn't. She's just getting too annoying, Marky!" Maureen said, her face all red.

"Relax, Maureen. You always have these fights. The wedding will be on again tomorrow," Mark reassured, running his hand up and down Maureen's arm.

"NO. I don't want it to!" Maureen pouted.

"You're just saying that 'cause you're upset."

"No I'm not," she argued.

"Yes, you are."

"NO I'M NOT."

"Then why are you saying that?" Mark sneered, attempting to get the performer to smile again.

"Because I'm in love with somebody else!" Maureen spat without thinking.

She put a hand to her mouth seconds too late. Mark raised an eyebrow at her and she sufficed with an embarrassed smile.

"Who are you in love with, Mo?" he asked.

When Maureen didn't answer and just looked into his eyes, he realized why she was there. He – Mark Cohen - was the reason why she couldn't pull through with the wedding.

"Mo," Mark said calmly, lifting Maureen's face to meet his gaze.

The performer was tearing a little, but Mark just smiled at her. Then he kissed her on the lips like he'd never done before and told her that he loved her. She did the same.

Mark, Roger and Mimi's loft: 2 pm, Eastern Standard Time

Mimi came in with tearstained cheeks and glowing eyes. Though Gelly would've normally cheered her up, the dog's consistent wagging of tail and desire to play just made Mimi feel worse.

She sat down in the kitchen and cried her eyes out on the table. Gelly, being the smart dog she was, sensed something was afoot and walked between Mimi's legs, rubbing herself on them affectionately. When her efforts were in vain, she ran into Roger's room and searching for something to play with, spied a photograph underneath the bed.

She ran out with it and laid it at Mimi's feet.

"What's that Gelly?" Mimi sniffed, looking down at the paper lying at her feet.

She picked it up and found that it was a photo of a woman with auburn hair and fiery dark brown eyes. Confused, she turned the photo over for an answer but only found a name scrawled on the back in Roger's chicken-like hand writing.

"Where'd you find this, Gelly?" Mimi asked, wiping her tears.

The puppy barked and pointed its snout towards Roger's bedroom.

"Our bedroom?" Mimi asked.

The dog wagged its tail and barked in reply. Strangely, Mimi could always understand the dog. She seemed to be the only one who could. Mark didn't get along with her very well.

"Who is this?" Mimi muttered.

BANG.

"Hey Meems," Roger greeted, coming forward to kiss her.

He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw what she was holding.

"Roger, who's this?" Mimi asked, her eyes glazed with fear.

"Where did you get that?" Roger demanded, snatching the photo from Mimi's grip.

"Gelly found it," Mimi replied, feeling her tears surfacing once more.

"Who is it?" she asked again.

Roger looked at her with a blank expression. "You don't need to know." He turned around and was about to walk out of the loft.

"Roger, don't lie to me. Who is she?" Mimi's tears flowed down her cheeks.

Roger slowly turned back toward the kitchen table and at his girlfriend. He sighed and went forward to her, stroking her hair. Mimi found herself crying into his shirt.

"Shhh, it's okay baby. Don't cry," Roger soothed.

He looked at the picture of the woman with auburn hair for the first time in 2 years. Almost had she been erased from his memory when Mimi came, but now he seemed to remember everything about her, and what had happened before.

Mimi's tears soaked through his shirt, and he felt guilt.

"It's April," he finally answered. "She was my girlfriend."

A/N: Common chappie. XD hope it wasn't boring. I felt it was way boring. XD

Poll: Adam Pascal is hott.

a. HELL YEAH.

b. NO, EW!

c. Yes.