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(Mark's POV)

I stood up walking over to a very apparent distraught Maureen. Surely, Roger hadn't broken his promise to Joanne and told them what happened. My stomach was turning; I was nervous that Roger had broken down and told Maureen. I didn't need to be the one to tell Maureen; neither did Roger for that fact. This is something Joanne needs to tell her, not any of us. As I walked towards I just stared at her. For once, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. This fact made me even more nervous to speak.

"Ok Maureen," my voice cracking. I reached over to take hold of her hands. "Joanne didn't want you to know, at least not yet. She loves you, you know that right?"

Maureen looked very confused at what I was saying to her. She slowly pulled her hands away, "Mark," it was very child-like response, "I just wanted to know where Joanne was. I know she loves me, we're ok Mark. I just wanted to check on her, see if she was feeling any better." She was looking at me like I was an idiot. I pretty much felt like an idiot in that moment too. I should have known Roger wouldn't have said anything to her. Roger typically doesn't like having to deal with dramatic Maureen or Maureen at all for that matter. Maureen and Eden were both still staring at me, very confused looks plastered on their faces.

"Oh well of course," I was trying to cover up my seriousness of earlier. "She's asleep."

"Well, thanks Mark for bringing her home," still this awkward look on her face. She turned to walk down the hall, but something stopped her and she turned around. "You know though, if you would have come and got me, I'd brought her home. If Roger and you just found her in the alley, why didn't you?" I think she had just become aware of how ridiculous is sounded that I would take Joanne home while Maureen was just right inside.

"Well…umm…" I didn't really know what to say. I wasn't the greatest at producing lies off the top of my head. "You…were just having so much fun, I just thought I'd bring her home." Thank goodness, I had come up with something.

"Mark you ok, you're acting awful weird?" I could tell she was trying to figure out in her head what was going on. The way her eyes were glaring at me, I could have sworn she was trying to read my mind. "But thanks anyway for bringing her home," apparently she was giving up on figuring it out tonight. Either that or her brain started to hurt. She still looked at me like I had lost my mind though when she turned to go to the bedroom. "Lock up when you leave."

(Maureen's POV)

Mark was acting awfully weird, even more than usual. He was just so…I don't know, strange. Roger wasn't acting normal either when he came back to the Life. I could have sworn I saw him crying. Something was going on with the two of them, I knew it. But oh well. I'll find out later. I need to go check on Joanne anyway. She's probably gotten herself sick from taking care of me lately and making sure I was ok. Got to love her for it, but now I guess it was going to be my turn to take care of her.

I walked into the bedroom, lights off and Joanne curled up on her side of the bed. Apparently she wasn't feeling too bad, she was already asleep. Usually when Joanne was sick, she couldn't sleep. I quietly changed my clothes and got in bed beside her. I moved over to curl up beside Joanne; I wrapped my arm around her waist. Her body was so warm and loveable. I squeezed her closer into my body. Suddenly Joanne jumped out of bed and was on her feet. She was gasping for air; I could see a small twitch in her hand.

"Joanne, what's wrong?" I crawled out of bed and was making my way over to her. She was just standing there solid, her hands shaking, looking at me with panic in her eyes. I gently placed my hand on the small of her back, she jumped at my touch. "Joanne?" I had become worried now and confused. She was being so jumpy and almost paranoid. This was not typical Joanne; especially when we were in the bedroom alone.

"I'm sorry," her voice was shaky. "I must have just been having a nightmare." She went to walk out of the room past me; I stretched my arm out to stop her. I could tell something was bothering her and I wanted to be there for her, just hold her. But as she walked by me she purposively avoided me. She didn't even say anything to me; she didn't even look at me. She just walked out of the bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom.

What in the hell is going on with everyone tonight. First Roger, then Mark, now Joanne. What happened? I was almost scared to know. I think it made it worse because of who it was acting so weird. If it would have just been Roger, I probably wouldn't really have worried. That's why I didn't say anything when he came back to the Life. But then Mark acting all peculiar around me, not really saying much. And now Joanne, she wasn't even talking to me. A million different things were running through my head. Not too many of them made much sense, but still yet some of them scared the hell out of me to think that is what might be upsetting everyone. I walked across the hall to the bathroom, lightly tapping on the door. "Joanne can I get you something? Are you ok?"

"Ummm, yeah, I'm ok. Go back to bed, I'll be there soon." Her voice was very cold and rigid. Something was going on, I knew it. Why won't she just tell me? I reluctantly obliged though to her request and went back to bed. I got back in bed, this time making sure I was completely on my side. Thinking about how cold Joanne was being towards me brought tears to my eyes. Something was going on I knew it and Joanne didn't feel as though she could tell me; that really hurt. I wanted her to know that she can depend on me, just like I was able to depend on her.

She finally walked back in about ten minutes later; again not speaking to me, avoiding eye contact. She crawled in on her side, staying close to the edge. I again then attempted to cuddle with her. This is when she finally spoke to me.

"Maureen, could you let go of me. I just don't feel much like cuddling tonight." Her voice was timid; she faced the window the entire time. She didn't even look at me. There was no I love you, goodnight, no kiss, nothing. I just moved over and gave her some space. It really hurt though to hear her say that. I'm not sure there were many nights when we didn't cuddle. Cuddling was one of Joanne's favorite things to do. Tears were now silently rolling down my face.

I laid there in silence. Wanting to talk to Joanne about what was going on, but I didn't know how. I was positive something had happened, but obviously she didn't want to tell me. I thought about calling Mark or Roger, but that wasn't fair to put them in the middle of this. Plus, I wanted to hear it from Joanne. As I was drifting off to sleep, I decided that I'd move my foot over against hers. It always seemed that no matter what, even if we just had the biggest fight, we'd sleep with our feet touching one another's. It was our way to say 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' with still seeming upset and being our stubborn selves. I guess it allowed us to cool down, yet make up. Anytime that she had been mad at me earlier in the day, when we'd come to bed and she'd move her foot over to mine, it just reminded me that she loved me. So, I slowly began moving my foot closer to Joanne's. I finally came in contact with her foot; then she pulled it away.

The verdict is? Sorry again about the short chapter, I promise the next chapter is shaping up to be a long one. Hopefully it'll be up soon. I'm not sure how well I actually like this chapter personally, didn't find Mark's POV that easy to write, so if I were you I wouldn't expect too many more Mark POV if any. But anyway I hoped you liked it. Please review!