Yea...pretty much falling asleep on the keyboard from the major lack of sleep, but I have waited the entire day to get on the computer and write, so I shall. Hope you like the next chapter, I can't say it's much happier than the last one, but it may change!

Time is set during the whole "Without You" montage.

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Roger's POV

Goddamn Benny. He took all of our shit, now it's back. For once I was content with something he had done. Then, I find out something that makes me hate him even more than before. First I lose Mark, then I find out he got to the only thing I do have. Mimi. Now whenever I see her, the only thing I want to do is drill her with questions. But she doesn't need me to be an asshole right now. She needs me there for her.

I don't know if I'm in the best shape to be helping a junkie, having been one myself at one point. Mark and I have become distant, almost cold. He was the thing keeping me strong, my support. Now my support has snapped, pulled quickly away. I tried to catch my balance, but in a way Mimi is dragging me down further. I love her, but she's not the one I'm meant to be with. She's meant to be my friend.

"Shhh…" I grip her in my arms tightly, trying my hardest to suppress her shivering. I remember withdrawal only briefly. The feeling of nausea, desperate need, and giving anything just to stick a needle in your arm. I fear I lost that feeling only to see it transfer to Mimi. The sweat beads on her body shimmer in the light of the moon.

"I can't…Roger…oh…it hurts so ba…" Mimi releases herself from my body and grips her hands tightly to the couch. She throws up without warning, all over the floor and makes sounds unbearable to the human ear. Her deep, gulping breathes of air force her to get sick again, and all I can do is hold her hand. I feel so helpless. I understand her pain, but all I remember from that point was Mark. He always gave me a look of hope, telling me I could get through it, I could stay alive. How did I end up being that person, when my mind is unstable too?

"Baby, it's okay. I know it hurts, but it will all be over soon." I rub her back lovingly, as she squirms in pain. I can feel her bones jutting into my chest, her legs so skinny you can break them with your bare hands. "Mimi…" I want to break out into tears but realize how incredibly selfish that would be. My emotions are bottling up quickly, and I need to vent.

"Roger, don't…" Her chest rises and falls faster than it should, but before long, it keeps a steady pace. She's finally asleep. My eyes sting with fatigue but my mind won't satisfy them. As soon as they fall, the opening of Mark's door disturbs me.

"Oh." He sees the mess all over the floor, and I rub my forehead in frustration.

"Mark, how did you do it?" My eyes close again, and I hear footsteps go to the kitchen.

"Do what?"

"Not go crazy while I was going through this?" My vision directs toward Mimi, and my mind makes a mental note to clean up the mess sprawled out on our empty floor.

"Oh." I open my eyes and slip out from under Mimi's emaciated form.

"I can't do it anymore. It's impossible." I sigh, as if Mark can help me.

"Roger, you just have to be there. All she needs is someone to tell her it's okay. Even if it's not." He walks to the counter, setting his elbows down.

"She's so damn…I don't know."

"Fucked up?" He mumbles, finding the perfect words.

"Yea." I hate to let a laugh come, but I can't stop it. "Didn't you feel helpless? Watching her shake and cry seems inhuman."

"What else can you do?" I want to tell him how much I need him again.

"Nothing." My eyes focus on his weary ones. "That's what I hate the most."

"I hated it too. Seeing you in pain, and all I could do was hold your hand."

"Well, it worked, whatever you did. All I remember from then is you. Your hand in mine." I sneak over to where he is sitting, but I don't dare to make contact with him. It's just an endless cycle leading nowhere. We've been through that more times than I prefer.

"That's good. I always felt you wanted more out of me. Like I was making it worse."

"No way." I scoff, and hear Mimi rustle on the firm couch. I rest my finger on my lips, warning Mark to be quiet, and he nods in agreement. "I wouldn't have been able to get through it without you helping me." I gaze down at his hand, and briefly consider grabbing one of them. My mind shakes the thought, and all I do is lie my hands down on the cold metal. "That's why I'm afraid of messing Mimi up more. I am all she has to lean on."

"You're doing fine. Just don't give up." He smirks, boosting my self-confidence to the stars. He always has that effect on me; he makes me feel like I'm floating to the moon.

"Kay."

"Do you need help with that mess?" He plugs his nose, and I suddenly realize the nauseating smell coming from the floor.

"Oh, fuck. No, I got it. I might need help cleaning up when I puke from whiffing that shit. Jesus Christ!" I walk carefully over to the couch, covering Mimi's vibrating body with Angel's pink blanket. Then, reluctantly, I rip paper towels off the roll, and begin to wipe up the mess. I feel light-headed from the smell, about to pass out into it. That thought makes me feel sick, and suddenly I'm able to steady myself.

"I'll help you. Stop being so stubborn." I see Mark out of the corner of my eye, bending down to wipe up the remains of…it.

When we're all done, I sigh in disgust, not believing I actually cleaned up waste of another person. Gross.

"You should get some sleep. It's almost one and you look exhausted." I say to him, noticing huge black circles appear under his eyes.

"Sure. Do you need to talk anymore?" He looks hopeful, and if I weren't so fucking tired, I would stay up with him all night long.

"I wish I could, but I should sleep too before Mimi wakes up." I think it's gotten to the point where we know we want to be together. The only thing in the way is Mimi. That's the biggest roadblock we could have.

"Roger…"

"Yea?" I groan, sliding underneath Mimi once again, her skin moist and freezing against my clothes.

"Do you think, me and you…could still…"

"What about Mimi?" I unravel myself a final time from her body, returning to a stand up only seconds after I sat down.

"I don't know. Will she really know?"

"I don't know if I'd feel…somewhat guilty…" Going behind Mimi's back would make me feel horrible about myself. Maybe if I told her. Maybe she would understand. I still love her, I still want to be there for her.

"Sorry, I don't want to get into this whole thing again. It was stupid." A smile spreads meekly across his face as he shifts towards his room, ready to call it a night.

"No, wait." I run warily to his side, grasping him by the wrist and twisting him to face me.

"Roger, I'm fucking tired as hell. I wanna sleep. Can't we just talk about this tomorrow? I'm not in the mood to be rejected." I'm thrown into shock. So, I decide to surprise him by wrapping my arms around his waist. He begins to pull away, when my hands fall to his ass. "Roger…Mimi is on the couch."

"Yea?" My lips curve into a smile, and he leans forward, expecting to meet my lips. But they are already on his neck, nibbling at the spot where his shoulder meets his chest.

"Roger…" He's moaning my name now, but I can tell he's holding back. Mimi is asleep practically feet away from us. But it feels good, knowing we could get caught. When my lips slip down to the dent in his throat, where his neck is vulnerable, he bites my shoulder to keep cries in.

My tongue works it's way gracefully up the ridges of his throat, vibrating along with his noises. Now I'm exciting myself. I grab hastily onto his shoulder, pushing my thumb into his bone, and using it as leverage to rise up to his ear.

His hands stay steady at my waist, but when my hot breath connects with his cheek, they are forced to move to my chest. Before I know it, my shirt is unbuttoned, hands colliding with my skin, allowing me to bite Mark's earlobe in pleasure. His fingers move around to my back, the tips only making contact with my skin at certain moments.

"Ahh…" I dig my face into his shoulder, repressing shivers and moans, hiding them in his body. Our breathing connects, and I feel his stomach rise and fall at the same speed as mine. "Mark…Mimi's right…" I mean to stop him, but I won't let myself. Denying myself this much pleasure has to be wrong.

"We should stop." He sounds like he's kidding, but I know he isn't. This is enough to last us until the next time Mimi is asleep.

"S..ssure." My breathing slows, and Mark's hand caresses my face to settle me. Our lips haven't met the whole time, and my mouth is yearning for attention.

"Roger?"

"Mhmm?" I mumble, focused on his hand sliding along my cheek.

"I don't want to hurt Mimi like this." My eyes search for his in the dark, and I understand.

"I know. But, she would understand. If she knew how much…"

"We mean to each other." I nod, and at last I'm able to reach his lips. They are dry, cracked, but still covered in new saliva. My tongue is impatient, probing his mouth open for entry, before plunging itself inside. I bite his bottom lip softly, prompting his fingers to grip onto the back of my neck for a deeper kiss. His teeth are sharp, rigid and cold, but I try to focus on the meeting of our tongues. He breaks away too soon, leaving me wanting more.

"Roger…" He sighs, and points to the couch where Mimi lies in her own puddle of sweat and tears.

"Sorry. Good night." I embrace him quickly, before leaving his grip to return to Mimi on the cushion of the couch.

I watch her shake and hold her hand, even when she doesn't know I'm there. I can still be there for her and be with Mark. Can't I?

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Okay, you know how much I love writing fluff, and originally this was going to be a two parter, but I took too much room writing fluff, so we will save the next part for Mark to explain. Hope you like it as much as I loveooooeodjfle writing it! Again, to state..I'm so in love with Mimi. She is awesome, and I feel so horrible for making her out to just be a sniveling junkie who is in the way, but…ergh! I just wanna say I love her! Lol, ok now bed…I'm falling asleep!