Chapter 2:

"You what," Joanne said through clenched teeth. "I'm, I'm sorry Mo, I must have had more to drink than I originally thought. I thought you said that you and Mark had a kid together."

"I did. That's what Mark and I constantly fight about. He's been trying to get me to tell you for a while now." Joanne shook her head in disbelief.

"I can't believe this. How could you do this to me, Maureen? How could you keep something like this from me?"

Mark buried his face deeper into his hands and groaned loudly. He could hear Joanne screaming at Maureen at the top of her lungs.

"We are so fucked up," he said more to himself than anyone else. Mimi sat down next to Mark, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"What's this all about Mark?" she asked. Mark stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to go talk to Joann. Roger, Collins, I guess you should tell them what this is all about," he said quietly before walking down the hall to the bedroom where Joanne was yelling at Maureen.

"Can someone please fill us in on whatever Maureen and Joanne are fighting about?" Angel asked. Collins and Roger took turns explaining about the baby.

Maureen was sitting against the far wall of the bedroom with her knees drawn to her chest. Mark had never seen her look so defeated. The baby was her weakness, and he knew it.

"Joanne, if you would just let us explain," he said. Joanne whirled around; she looked livid.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.

"It wasn't my place. I'm not the one you're dating. I tried to get Maureen to tell you for a while."

"You know what Mark? This is insane. I'm going home; I'll see you both later." Joanne brushed past Mark stiffly, and left the room.

Mark sat down on the ground next to Maureen, and wrapped his arms around her. Maureen buried her face into his shirt, and began to cry. If she had come off her pedestal for a few minutes when she and Joanne first started dating, this wouldn't have happened. At least the fight wouldn't have been at such a large scale. Mark had never seen Maureen so crushed. She thought the world of Joanne, and it was devastating to hear the lawyer yell at her like that. After about ten minutes, Maureen calmed down. She cuddled closer to Mark.

"Maureen," he said quietly. "Maureen, we need to talk about this." Maureen sat up, and began to compose herself. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and wiped away the dark trails of mascara that ran down her face.

"What's there to talk about?" she snapped.

"Don't get pissed at me because of this. Right now we have to decide what we're going to do about this phone call."

A/N: short chapter I know…sorry! Anyway, if you've been reading Hey Mister, She's My Sister, and you didn't vote…WHY NOT? Due to much confusion, here's a basic timeline of events. This take place 12 years post-Rent and is AU. Mark and Maureen broke up 1 month pre-Rent, and we can assume it was because of Felicity (the stress from it all). Putting Felicity at the tender age of about 4-5 months at the time of Rent. I hope this helped! Please read and review, I have a performance bright and early tomorrow morning, but I'll write another chapter ASAP.

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