This is mighty short. Just a coming back thing and more drama and fluff. I can't help it! XD

This one's got Roger acting depressed again, you'll see why. Again, I can't help it. XD

Aw man, without even knowing it, I put in two of my favorite lines in my favorite scene of one of my favorite movies: A Walk to Remember. No plagiarism! I switched the positions. LOL.

Review or else I'll appear under your bed one night and start singing Out Tonight in my horrible voice. And I'm sure you wouldn't want that. XD

Disclaimer: I love Jonathan Larson! (not in that way, ew)

Mark, Roger, and Maureen's loft: June 11, 1993, 11 pm Eastern Standard Time

Unending focus on work, a planned band concert, countless sleepless nights and 6 months later…

Roger awoke with a start and, like he had many nights before, sat up shivering with sweat dripping all over his body. Nights he had were all filled with bad dreams and horrible perceptions of what could happen to Mimi. This night, however, he was suddenly roused by, not the bad ending to his dream, but by a loud persistent banging on the loft door.

"Who the fuck is that?" Mark cried angrily, pulling on a shirt.

Maureen was fuming behind him.

Roger opened the door and almost thought he was dreaming.

"MIMI!" he missed her name on his lips so much.

The Latina, who was drenched in sweat and had heavy eye bags under her eyes, flew into Roger's arms immediately. For a whole 5 minutes, they just stayed in that position, Mimi relieved to be in her lover's arms once more.

Roger kept on mumbling "Mimi" and "I thought I would die" and "I love you so much." He sounded like a broken tape recorder. And a broken robot, for that matter, who kept on kissing her and hugging her, and kissing her and hugging her.

Mark ran to the phone and dialed Collins. He was needed.

"Are your parents back there?" Roger suddenly asked, searching the hallway for any people. "I'm sorry, Mimi, but I'm just really going to have to kick their asses."

"No, no. I ran away," Mimi muttered weakly, kneading her hands in Roger's chest. "Again."

Then Maureen and Mark took turns hugging and crying over Mimi.

"Baby, what happened?" Roger wiped his tears and wiped off his fiancé's as well.

"It's horrible, Rog," Mimi sobbed into his shirt and Roger's arms around her just made her feel safe again.

"Shhh, you're here now with us. Everything's going to be okay," Roger assured.

"No, it's not. I haven't gotten the baby checked up on for months! ROGER!" she wailed.

Roger could think of nothing to say and Mark and Maureen just watched on helplessly.

"Tell me everything, baby. It will make you feel better."

So Mimi related her story to the four, Collins coming in after a while (in his pajamas, I may add). Her parents had tracked her down (obviously with all their money) and brought her back to L.A. They didn't know anything about the HIV, or the baby, so she couldn't get check ups and she didn't take her AZT for a long time now.

When Mimi tried to escape first, she didn't get away. And that's when they started locking her in her room and putting bars on all the windows and treating her like a prisoner. (I say: WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE THOSE? My conscience: Answer your own question, you made them that way. I say: Shut up.)

"I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep," Mimi sobbed, her thin fragile body shaking. "I was killing myself and I knew it. I didn't have the will to live if you're not there…"

Roger tried to smile.

Then they found out about the baby sooner or later and forced Mimi to keep it quiet and get an abortion. Obviously, she couldn't do it.

So she ran away during the engagement party, when she had excused to go to the bathroom and climbed out the window.

"Is that why you're wearing this?"

Everyone looked at Mimi's long back dress.

"Yeah."

"Shit, how rich are your parents again?" Collins exclaimed.

"Shut your mouth, Thomas," Roger warned menacingly.

"Baby, how'd you get money for the flight? L.A.'s a long…"

"I stole my 'fiancé's' wallet," Mimi said, throwing the black plump cash holder on the table.

"Damn, you can really be a nasty crazy bitch when you want to, huh Meems?" Collins teased, attempting to get the Latina to smile.

Mimi laughed and it was sufficient for everyone. Roger eyed his soon-to-be wife. It was like her stomach had only grown about ¼ since he had last seen her – that wasn't a good sign.

"Meems, come and sleep. We'll go to the doctor's tomorrow, okay?" Roger smiled. (My conscience: Actually it's already tomorrow. I spit at you: They get what he means! GAR.)

No words could describe how happy he was that she was back.

Mimi nodded and walked off to the bedroom.

"Told you she'd come back," Collins punched Roger on the shoulder.

"I'm sure Angel helped her find her way," Roger smiled.

He gave Thomas a huge hug.

Hospital Ultrasound Room: June 12, 1993, 3 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"Baby's doing well considering the things you told me," the doctor punched keys on her ultrasound machine.

"Thank God," Mimi breathed, clasping Roger's hand tightly in hers.

Already, she looked better. God, why shouldn't she after eating that whole mound of breakfast? Roger was never a cook, but Collins came over early and helped him in making a feast which could've stuffed Garfield, the king of gluttony.

On the way to the hospital, Mimi had picked up two ice cream cones, three hotdogs and a waffle as well. Needless to say, zoom in on Roger's empty wallet.

"Though, there is a high chance of the baby having the HIV if you haven't been taking the medication for 6 months? Am I correct?" the doctor handed Roger the picture of the ultrasound.

"Yes," Mimi murmured, hanging her head.

Roger frowned sadly. Now it was possibly 100, shit. What the musician didn't want to hear was the check up on Mimi's AIDS, which they had underwent before the ultrasound process. He didn't want to hear that she might be dying.

"Ms. Marquez, I will get your HIV test results from the lab, I'll back in a couple of minutes," the doctor said in her strange Russian accent.

Mimi pulled on her bottoms and tugged at Roger's shirt playfully.

"You're so serious today," she sneered, trying to make a joke out of the grave situation.

Roger smiled in spite of himself – probably the first time he'd smiled in over half a year. "Shit, I've missed you."

Mimi grabbed him in a kiss and let her hands go under and up his shirt.

"Shit, I've missed this," she imitated him.

Roger frowned.

"What?" Mimi laughed.

"I've lost 6 months with you, do you know how long that is?"

"6 months? Let's see… half a year?" Mimi joked.

"It's not funny," Roger replied, his eyes misty.

"Lighten up!" Mimi said, pinching his side.

(I say: Oh crap, it's two lines from A Walk to Remember sobs)

Roger kept his head bent; not wanting to show her that he was weak. She was his only weakness, after all.

Mimi caressed the side of his face with her hand.

"Forget regret, Roger, or life is yours to miss."

"Here it is!" the doctor said, barging in on what would've been a cute scene.

She handed Mimi and envelope and waited impatiently for her to open it. Mimi glanced nervously at Roger. She wished the doctor would just vanish.

"Well?" the doctor urged.

What a nosy bitch, Mimi thought.

"Can you leave us alone for a while?" Roger asked.

I love you! Mimi telepathically told Roger.

The doctor put on a disconcerted look but left the room nevertheless.

"Meems, it's been 5 minutes since you had that," Roger said, but he himself didn't want her to open it.

"I can't do it Roger," she thrust the paper in his hands. "You do it."

Roger gave Mimi a "you're crazy" look. But she seemed so desperate that he gave in. Mimi watched Roger's trembling fingers remove a paper from the envelope and unfold it.

His expression was blank.

Without warning, he ripped the paper in shreds, before Mimi could see any word of it. He crumpled up the pieces and threw it out the window.

"Roger! Are you crazy! What did it say?" Mimi cried.

"Nothing," Roger blurted out in a rush. "You're fine!"

Roger forced himself to believe that the test results were wrong. They had to be. Mimi couldn't be sick! She's young, beautiful and perfect! Roger started to sweat profusely.

"Are you sure?" Mimi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you're fine," Roger muttered, feeling his tears welling up.

"I know you're lying, Rog. Tell me the truth," Mimi said, grasping Roger's wrists.

Roger broke down and fell to the floor. On his knees, he sobbed and begged.

"You don't need to know, Mimi. It's a lie. They're all lies! You're perfect," he rambled.

"Roger! What did it say?" Mimi demanded, her tears were falling. "What stage am I in?"

When Roger didn't answer Mimi said, "I know there are lots of stages… the fourth is the last."

Roger cried and cried and through sobs gave in. "Clinical Stage Number Three."

A/N: Poor Mimi. What evil parents. Don't kill me for letting Roger be all soft! XD As said up there: Mimi is his ONLY weakness. :D

Poll: Mimi's parents in this story are devils.

a. most obviously, dear.

b. You said it, chica!

c. Que? NO!