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A/N: Just a random little filler chapter. I know you guys are dying to see if Mark eats the yellow snow or not, but I started to write and this is what I came up with. So enjoy!

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"Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn!" Mimi yelled at Roger, who sat Indian-style on their bed, surrounded by crumpled tissues. "Can't you just humor me and do what I ask for once!"

"No!" Roger shouted back, his voice still twice as loud as hers even though it was twice as weak, its volume surprising the both of them. "You have no idea what's good for me, so just leave me the hell alone!"

"Roger, please, it's just a picnic," Mimi said pleadingly, her voice quieting down a bit. "I don't see what the big deal is."

"I need to go. I promised Collins."

"Well, honey, he'll understand if you break this little promise," Mimi crooned, soothingly but still firm. "You're sick and you shouldn't be outside at all. He'll in the same boat as we are. He'd understand."

Roger had his head down; he was trying to control his temper. Mimi could see this and folded her arms, sighing with exasperation. She hated how he got so angry over trivial little things like this because it usually ended up making her angry, and anger wasn't a feeling she was very fond of. "Mimi," he started, very slowly. "You have no control over me… I can do whatever I damn well please… and you can't tell me otherwise."

"This is about Mark, isn't it."

Roger blinked, glancing up at Mimi from his position on the bed. "Why would you say that?" he asked as he sat up a little straighter.

"You just want to risk your health and go so you can do something terrible to him. Don't think I don't notice you always scheming to harass the poor boy," Mimi said, unfolding her arms to place her hands on her hips. "You and Collins. I don't know what the deal between you three is, but knowing what a great team you and Collins make, I'm sure it's over something stupid."

Roger stared at her in disbelief. "Whose side are you on, Mimi?"

"Sides!" Mimi threw up her arms, clearly irritated. "What are you, four? I don't know what's going on between everyone, but let me tell you, I hope you grow up and knock this childish bullshit off soon."

Roger stood up suddenly and Mimi's heart gave a little leap, but she remained steadfast and hard as a rock. Even when he approached her she managed to stand as she was instead of backing up against the wall as she often had in similar, previous encounters. He stopped close in front of her, towering above her, but Mimi tilted her head back and stared him straight in the face.

Eyes of sage looked down at her, but they had lost their intensity only minutes ago. Mimi could sense his exhaustion and she knew that both his anger and the task of standing up had drained him. She was no longer angry with him, but she refused to show it. She told herself she wouldn't be the weak one anymore, always breaking down and pleading forgiveness during a fight when she knew very well it was Roger who owed her an apology. So she refused to let her true emotion show through, but to her astonishment, Roger actually leaned down and gave her a gentle hug. She couldn't help but hug back without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, Meems," Roger said calmly into her shoulder, his voice barely audible. "You're right."

Wrapping her arms around Roger, Mimi blinked. That was easy. She should try to be the tough one more often. "I just… don't want you going without me," Roger said. "I know it sounds selfish, but… the idea of you out with Mark and the others while I'm stuck here…"

"Roger," she cooed, working her hand up his back and clutching a fistful of his hair. "I understand. You could have just asked me to stay with you."

She could feel him growing weary in her embrace, and he breathed the next word more than spoke it. "Really?"

"Of course," Mimi said, throwing in an insidious grin as she began to work her fingers through the rougher areas of Roger's hair, satisfied when she heard him moan softly. "I'm sure the two of us will have much more fun here than at some picnic out in the cold."

Roger exhaled slowly in response, getting a hold of Mimi's shirt and tugging at it longingly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lieutenant Roger was shouting disapprovingly. "You're cavorting with the enemy!" he scolded himself as the two rolled onto the mattress, pushing the covers and tissues aside as Mimi pulled off Roger's belt.

But another part of Roger was very pleased with this scenario.