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This one's got April in it. Some fluff too. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: If Jonathan Larson told me in a dream that I could partly own rent (even for like 1/100 share), that would be TOTALLY WICKED. XD

Fire Escape: 3:30 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"Hurry up and tell me," Mimi was feeling better.

"Jesus, Mimi," Roger cried. "A minute ago you were sobbing your eyes out and now your demanding too much of me. Are you having mood swings or what!"

I have a good reason. And it's partly your fault, Mimi thought.

"Sorry. Just tell me when you're ready," Mimi apologized, stroking Roger's hand.

Roger sighed. "Thank you."

Silence.

"Now?"

"MIMI!"

"Sorry, sorry. If you told me, I'd stop bugging you."

Pregnancy really gets the hormones acted up, doesn't it?

"Okay, fine," Roger gave in.

-FLASHBACK TIME-

On that one fateful day (drama sucks) Roger got up in his usual normal fashion, sneaking out to make April breakfast in bed. (Mimi: you do that for me. Roger: Shhh, don't interrupt.) He didn't know that it would be the last time he would ever do it.

"Surpirse, baby," Roger said, slipping in the bed and letting the aroma of breakfast sneak up April's nostrils.

"Mmm. I still get surprised even if you do it almost every morning." April said, kissing Roger long on the lips.

(Mimi: By the way, I had no idea you could cook. Roger: I can if there are instructions on the box. Collins is the real cook. Mimi: I can't cook for my life. Roger: Yeah I know, the things you cook taste like shit. Mimi: Hey…! Rog! Roger: For heaven's sake, Mimi, let the narrator finish her story! Me: THANK YOU.)

Roger laughed and watched April eat. Roger didn't notice, but April took longer than usual, savoring every bite because she knew it would be her last. When she finished, she kissed Roger on the lips again – she needed it as much as possible.

"You going anywhere today?" he asked.

"I'm going to pull an extra shift at the Life" she lied. "You?"

"Got a gig later."

"Oh."

"I'll pick you up at 6 in the Life for dinner, okay?" Roger smiled.

"Okay," April frowned slightly.

"I'll let you change…" Roger said, tiptoeing out of the room with the tray in his hands.

He washed the dishes with a happy tune escaping his lips; he even danced a little, swaying his hips from side to side. (Roger: You didn't have to mention that part. Me: You're cute when you dance. Mimi: I agree. Roger: Oh, shut up.) Nothing could ruin his day today. Not even the bad weather that was cooking up from the gray clouds outside his window.

He felt the tiny box he had picked up the previous night in his right jeans' pocket. He had spent a lot on that ring.

(Mimi: Shit, Roger. Don't tell me you were going to propose. Roger: Errr. Me: Yes he was. Roger: Aww, Christ. Mimi: You NEVER told me about this. Me: Can I continue? Mimi: PLEASE.)

April came out a few minutes later wearing the outfit she had worn when she had met Roger. Roger, being the forgetful man he was, couldn't remember and thus, didn't notice.

"Are you dancing?" April asked slyly, walking up and bringing her arms around his waist.

"Yeah, and for once, I'm not ashamed," Roger replied, spinning around to face her.

"Come, let's go out to the fire escape, I have to ask you something," Roger said, leading her outside.

"Roger, you're scaring me, what is it?" April laughed, once outside.

But before Roger could pop the question, rains began pouring down from the heavens in sheets. Roger cursed but April let the drops meet her face.

"I've always wanted to dance in the rain," she mumbled.

"What? Are you crazy? You'll get sick!" Roger cried incredulously, trying to shield himself.

"Let's just say I have this list of things to do before I die that includes dancing in the rain," April said, grinning.

"You're one crazy bitch, you know that?"

"I know."

April ignored Roger's attempts to get her inside, and instead, rushed down all stairs of the fire escape and out into the street. People under umbrellas gaped at her as if she had just escaped the mental hospital.

"Come down, Roger!" she called, turning around in circles with her arms spread up to the sky.

"NO! Are you drunk?" Roger called back from the top floor, already drenched.

"Please! FOR ME?" April begged. "This is the last thing on my list!"

Roger sighed and went down the steps two at a time. He would do everything to please her today. This was a special day. April jumped into his arms the moment he got down.

Roger laughed, and without thinking, spun around in circles under the pelting rain, with April in his arms. He could never forget the way she looked that day – beautiful – despite her soaked body, and laughing carelessly, spreading her arms out like a bird as if she were free.

Suddenly, he ceased, and overwhelmed by the way he felt, kissed her on the lips. The kiss seemed to wake April up and remind her of reality. She mustered a weak smile when he pulled away.

"Roger," she began.

"Yeah?"

"If I died, would you love again?" April asked.

"You will never die," Roger said firmly.

"I said IF, Roger."

Roger sighed, "I don't think I would be able to."

"Why not?"

"I love you too much."

"ROGER," April said vehemently. "If I die, I want you to promise me that you will love again, no matter what."

"Why are you asking me this, April?" Roger tried to laugh.

"Just promise."

"I can't promise something I know I won't be able to do," Roger replied honestly.

"You have to do it. For me," April said, crying.

Luckily, her tears weren't visible through the rain.

"Okay, I promise, for you."

"I love you, don't you forget that," April said.

"I love you too, April."

They walked out of the rain together, April having the last thing on her list checked. April didn't even bother to change into dry clothes when Roger had left for his gig.

She did what she had to do.

Roger went to the Life at 6, dressed in a tux and carrying a bouquet of flowers. He was to take April to the best restaurant in town, then ask her to marry him. But at the Life, he found that she wasn't there.

"Yo, Aggie, where's April?" Roger asked a waitress whom he knew April was close to.

"She doesn't have a shift today," Aggie eyed Roger's expensive suit.

"She said she was working an extra one today."

"Not in my knowledge," Aggie answered, scooting off.

Odd. How very odd. Had honest April lied for the very first time to Roger? No, it couldn't be. That was when Roger began feeling that something was wrong. Despite his tight outfit, he managed to run all the way to the loft in a matter of minutes.

"APRIL?" he cried, setting down the roses on the table.

No reply.

"APRIL! ANSWER ME!" Roger yelled.

His eye caught the bathroom door, pale light pouring out from its edges. He ran up to it and found it locked. He banged on the door and repeated her name over and over. Impatient, he kicked the door open and froze at what he saw.

Lying on the floor in a pool of blood was his girlfriend, a kitchen knife lying beside her. Roger ran…

(Roger: You can stop now; I'll take it from here. Me: But I was on a roll! Roger: I think Mimi needs to hear it from me. Me: I need to hear that from her. Mimi: Yeah, he should tell me. Me: Fine, be that way. Abandons computer)

-END OF FLASHBACK-

"What happened after that Roger?" Mimi asked, crying softly.

"I don't remember much. I only remember certain scenes," Roger said, rubbing his temple as if that would get him to remember.

"There was a note taped on the bathroom mirror… the only three words on it were: We've got AIDS," Roger shook his head.

"I had her in my arms, I held on to her crying my soul out," Roger narrated. "Mark came. He told me that I was telling the Lord to take me and bring her back. He said that he had walked in on me about to plunge the knife April had used into my heart. Mark said he tried to stop me, but all I wanted was to die with April right then and there."

Roger brought his head down on Mimi's hand.

"I never thanked Mark enough for stopping me."

"Roger," Mimi laid her head on top of his. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't, I didn't tell you," Roger said, stroking Mimi's hair.

Mimi looked down onto the street, watching homeless people find a place to sleep, dragging their cardboard box beds everywhere. She couldn't imagine a life like theirs, most especially not in the loving presence of Roger. When he held her in his arms, she felt safe from all danger.

"Rog… I have to tell you something," she closed her eyes when she said it.

"Okay, baby. After how you listened to me, anything," Roger said.

"You promise you won't freak out or run away or get angry?" Mimi said, like a child who'd done something bad like break her parents' brand new VCR.

"I promise."

Mimi held her stomach and looked him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Roger stood up on two feet in a jump.

"You said you wouldn't get angry!" Mimi whined, feeling tears again.

Roger raised a brow at her.

"I don't care if you don't want it, I decided a while ago that I'm keeping it…"

Mimi ceased in mid-sentence only to find Roger's lips against hers. Never before had he kissed her so gently – so – passionately.

"This is the greatest news I've heard since you told me you love me," Roger said, kissing Mimi once again. The impregnated woman wept tears of joy.

He scooped her up in his arms and brought her inside the loft, where, surprisingly Mark was just coming in, carrying Maureen in the same way.

"This is awkward," Mark said, seeing us.

"Time for me to ruin your moment, Cohen," Roger teased, unable to keep his lips off of Mimi's. He slowly made his way to her stomach and kissed it.

"Daddy won't let anything happen to you," Roger said.

Mark and Maureen, thinking that Roger was talking to something else, shouted "EW!" at the same time and were immediately turned off. They ran out of the loft crying, "We don't want to know!"

Mimi and Roger laughed and Gelly barked happily.

A/N: April died the same way she did in the other fics and how she died according to the play. XD I just added some fluff, you know. Did you like it? The list part is from my own experience – I have my own list. I also want to dance in the rain with someone special some day. :) Maybe Adam Pascal, but that's impossible. LOL.

Spolier: Collins is coming back after the next chappie! XD But another one of our favorite bohemian friends will disappear. Big twist:)

Poll: April and Roger or Mimi and Roger:)