Heavenly Reunions
Chapter 1:
Ever since Mimi's miraculous recovery the previous week, she slowly got weaker, but refused to go to the hospital. She insisted that if she were to die, it wouldn't be slowly in a hospital like Angel had died. She would often be found asleep in her apartment with Roger by her side. Exactly one week after Mimi came back, the Bohemians decided to have a small get-together at the loft.
"You go ahead, baby," Mimi told Roger who was waiting for her to get ready. "I'll be up in a few minutes." She gave him a reassuring kiss on the lips, and pushed him out the door. Once Mimi was sure Roger was gone, she sat down on the bed, and put her head in her hands. She was so dizzy!
Everyone in the loft waited for Mimi to arrive for twenty minutes before Maureen went downstairs to see what was taking her so long.
"Mimi?" she called as she climbed through the window. "Mimi are you alright? Can you hear me?" Mimi stumbled out the bedroom door as Maureen walked down the hall. Maureen gasped as Mimi collapsed into her arms. "Help! Someone, please, help!" she called.
"Dear Lord, what's taking them so long?" Mark exclaimed after another five minutes had passed.
"You sent Maureen down there, of course it's going to take a while," Joanne replied.
"I don't know, I'm starting to get a little worried," Roger said before taking a sip of his beer.
"Dude, don't-"
Collins was cut off by Mark going, "Shh!" and holding up his hand while listening intently for something.
"Help!" Maureen called form downstairs. In a flash, everyone was on their feet, and running downstairs.
Maureen was crouched down in the hallway outside Mimi and Roger's room, cradling Mimi's head in her lap. Mimi was starting to break out in a sweat, and had begun to shiver.
"She collapsed in my arms when I came to see why she was taking so long, and she didn't want me to leave her alone," Maureen explained as Collins gently picked Mimi up, and carried her over to the couch. Roger sat down next to her, and took her clammy hand in his own.
"Roger," Mimi said in a raspy voice that was barely above a whisper. "Roger, I love you." She ran her fingers through his wavy hair.
"Don't you start saying goodbye to me now. Collins is calling 9-1-1 baby. Hold on." Mimi pulled Roger close to her, and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"I love you, and remember, forget regret. I'm going to go be with my Angel." Roger kissed her forehead.
"I love you too." Mimi began to cough, but before anyone could do anything, the coughing stopped, and her hand fell limply from Roger's grasp. Everyone sat there hoping that she'd come back again, even though they knew that she really was gone this time.
Roger was the first to react. He slowly backed away from Mimi. Blinded by fury, he flung everyone off the counter before falling to his knees, sobbing with his head in his hands.
"Roger, Roger, calm down," Joanne said as she wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders. "Roger, Mimi's with Angel right now. She doesn't want you to be upset about it."
"She can't be gone. I can't believe she's gone," Roger kept saying over and over. Maureen wrapped her arms around Mark's neck in search of some comfort. Mark rested a soothing hand on the small of her back.
"I shouldn't have waited until someone heard me calling for help. I should have left her to come and get you guys," she said quietly.
Mark replied, "Don't blame you, Maureen. It was Mimi's time to go."
Early the next morning, the Bohemians were still awake. an ambulance had arrived, and taken away Mimi's body. They were going to call them when they would release it to them. Joanne was about to make everyone coffee when she found two white envelopes propped up against the coffee pot. In a delicate script across the fist one was written Roger. Collins was written across the second one in a squarer, masculine handwriting.
"What's that pookie?" Maureen asked Joanne, bringing the lawyer back from her thoughts.
"I don't know. They're for Roger and Collins." Joanne handed Roger and Collins their respective envelopes which they promptly tore open to reveal the contents, a single letter each.
My Dearest Collins, how I miss you so! Don't you worry about me, I have my Mimi-chica to keep me sane now. There's so much I want to tell you, but I can't. I can, however, tell you one thing. I'll be waiting for you with a thousand sweet kisses. All my love, Angel.
Dear Roger, I miss you already! Promise me that you won't grieve over my death. Go out, become famous. Have your one song glory. I love you somuch! Love, Mimi.
Mimi awoke with a start. She was lying on the floor in the loft. How did she get back on the floor? Wasn't she on the couch? The last thing she remembered was-. A pang of guilt hit her stomach like a ton of bricks. Poor Roger! This wasn't fait to him! A sudden thrill surged through her body, replacing the guilt as Mimi slowly sat up, and saw a familiar face staring at her from the couch, waiting for her to come to her own terms before they said anything. Mimi smiled weakly. This couldn't be happening, especially to someone like her. she wasn't supposed to here, this was for good people, not strippers who did drugs and had AIDS. It was for kind people. People like…
A/N: Hey all! If you haven't read my other story La Vie Bohemé, then you don't know about Off-Camera. It's a behind-the-scenes on Rent deal. I'm done writing it, but typing it up is another story. The link to get to it is tucked away in Author's Notes is La Vie Bohemé, and is also on my profile (along with a link to a pic. of Adam Pascal for another story! He's SO hot!). Please let me know what you think. Some chapters of this story will be angsty, but it'll be a happy ending. Oh, and La Vie Bohemé will have a sequel once I finish Road to Recovery. That's it for right now! Please R & R!
Tina101
