A/N: This chapter is going to be in Maureen's POV. I kinda liked Mark's point of view, but Maureen's def my fav (wtf? Def my fav?...anyway….)so yeah, we're getting Maureen's POV.


She was sitting on top of the hood of a car with Mark heatedly making out. She thought it was strange that Mark was being so public about their relationship, when usually he liked to keep the intimate stuff behind closed doors. She had no problem with it anyway. She broke the kiss for a moment.

"I love you pookie." He smiled at her widely.

"I love you too, Mo. Always and forever."

She smiled and went in to kiss him again when they heard a loud truck horn. She turned around to see a huge truck turning the corner. She grabbed Mark's hand as she saw that it was Joanne driving the truck.

"What the fuck?" she said out loud, ready to cry and dance at the same time. She smiled when suddenly the truck was falling, falling right on top of her and Mark sitting on top of the car.

The last thing she heard was Joanne's maniacal laughter before she sat upright in bed sweating, crying, panting, and nearly screaming.

"What! What! What!" Mark said jolting up still half asleep.

Maureen was still shaking uncontrollably when Mark completely pulled himself out of sleep.

"Hey, hey," he said softly taking her shaking body into his arms, "what happened? You have a bad dream?"

"Mhmmm," she managed to say.

"Yeah? You wanna tell me about it?"

She didn't want to talk about it, it was enough just to have to have the dream in the first place. She was so pissed. She was finally getting over this whole death thing? She hadn't had any nightmares, why are they starting now?

Her eyes opened wide.

Was it because she'd had sex with Mark last night? Was it a sign that Joanne was mad at her and didn't want her to be with Mark? By driving a truck on top of them maybe it was her way of getting back at her for all the shit she put her through.

She needed to talk about it.

"It was so ter-terrible," she managed to say. She told him about the whole dream and all her speculations about Joanne.

"You know what," Mark said soothingly fingering her long chocolate brown curls, "I think you're the one that's worried about it."

"Uhh….yeah…I am quite worried about this…"

"No," he laughed a little, "I mean you're the one that's worried about being loyal to Joanne. You're worried that by being with me, Joanne is going to feel rejected. Dreams come from your own head you know, not from beyond the grave."

"I….guess…" she said. She had calmed down a little. She was still a little hesitant to completely buy Mark's explanation.

"Maureen, I think maybe we should just take things a little slower. I mean, what we did last night was great, and it was fun, but I don't think it's good for you to move too fast. See? It's messing with your mind." He tapped on the back of her head.

She smiled at him. He had this charming way about him. That's what she first fell in love with about him, his suave way of talking sense in the most nonsensical things. He may seem to be dorky and a bit shy, but he had a smooth tongue.

As she was thinking about Mark's charms, suddenly the image if Joanne driving that truck flowed into her mind. She gasped and buried her head in the crook of Mark's neck.

"Hold me," she said desperately.

"Of course."

The next morning, she woke feeling a little tired, but slightly better than when she woke from the dream. She looked over at Mark who was sound asleep, his head resting on her breast. She ran her fingers through her hair, flattening it and watching as it sprang right back into place. A quick glance at the alarm clock told her it was nearing 8:00.

Strange, she thought, she never, EVER voluntarily woke up this early.

She slipped out from the covers quickly and quietly so as not to disturb Mark. He grumbled and turned over as she bit her lip trying not to make any more sounds. She crept out of the room and went into the kitchen to see if there was anything she could try and make for breakfast.

She opened the fridge to find a meager three items in it. A half eaten apple, probably from the looks of it, sitting in there since the ice age, a single egg, she thought for a moment, that was probably in there just as long… there was no trusting it, and a frozen snowball.

"What the fuck?" she laughed as she picked it up and held it up to examine it.

"Hey! Don't let it melt!"

She placed it back in the fridge. "Hey hon, you're up?"

"Mmmnope. It's just your imagination," he said sarcastically, however still with sleep in his voice.

"Very funny," she said walking over to kiss him, "Mark, may I ask why you have a snowball in your freezer?"

"You may."

She rolled her eyes. He was always like this in the morning. "Why do you have a snowball in your freezer?" She said that in the most retarded voice she was capable of.

He laughed. "It was actually Rogers from a few years ago. He went out on the balcony over there and made a snowball. He stood out there for an hour, freezing, debating whether or not to throw it at Mimi's window. As you can see, he didn't throw it, but he saved it for the day he would have the courage to throw it."

"Am I missing a step? Seeing as they now live together, a happy couple?"

"Oh, well according to Roger, Mimi came to him first."

Maureen raised an eyebrow. "Mimi? Come to a guy like Roger? They're already a strange pairing!"

"Roger said she knocked on our door one night when our power was out with some bullshit about a candle."

"Hmm, I would have never guessed."

"Yeah, well you learn something new every day don't you?"

"So true."

"What's for breakfast?" he asked clapping his hands together once, walking over to the fridge.

"A decaying apple and an egg that I'm sure has rabies."

"Salmonella" he corrected.

"Whatever."

"Okay, so let's go out then."

"We seriously need to do some grocery shopping."

"No we don't I like it that way!"

She sighed, but internally she was smiling. "Some thing never change do they Marky."

Walking back from the diner, they were all giggly.

"HAHAH! I can't believe you actually ate those eggs. That had to be the worst breakfast I'd ever tasted." Maureen was surprised; she hadn't seen eggs that looked like that since her hundred-year-old next door neighbor back on Long Island tried to make her breakfast once when her parents were out of town.

"They weren't so bad! How would you know anyway? You didn't even taste them!"

"I did so! I just spit it out afterwards." She giggled some more, nothing was really all that funny, but something just made them both want to keep laughing and laughing. "Anyway, I was much happier with my Cheerios."

"Ugh! How boring!"

"Eurgh, and that ham! I don't think I've ever seen ham that color!" Now they were both hysterical.

"I happen to like green eggs and ham, Sam I am!"

Maureen was doubled over laughing, grabbing onto a fire hydrant for support. She looked up at Mark who was red in the face from laughing so hard. She saw him frown for a moment as he scrunched up his face. "Hey, you okay?"

He smiled at her. "Why wouldn't I be? Sam I am?"

"Okay," she giggled like a child again, "hahahaha, that made no sense!"

"I know!"

They walked up the steps to their apartment building hand-in-hand, still giggling madly.

"I swear," she said, "I think someone put laughing gas in our coffee!"

"Maureen," he started, "you can't put a gas in a liquid, it would have to be in the air."

She pouted as she looked at him, "I'm so dumb. Why can't I be smart like you Marky?" He smiled at her, but she felt his hand grip hers tighter. He didn't answer her. "Marky?" She looked over at him. He looked awfully pale and faint. "Marky, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell face first down onto the steps. Maureen shrieked as a loud thud echoed through the stairways. Her thought immediately went to Joanne.

She did NOT want things to work out with her and Mark.