I STILL do NOT own RENT. Unfortunetly my mind isn't brilliant enough to come up with something that amazing. Zoe is a figment of my imagination, and doesn't really belong with the RENT cast. That's about it. R&R

-1Zoe stood under Angel's arm staring back at a very dumbstruck Roger Davis. She could feel her face burn with a blush as he looked intently at her, as if seeing her for the first time. It HAS been four years she reminded herself.

"Hi Rog." she brought herself to say so softly it was almost a whisper, running her hands through her hair and dropping her gaze slowly. She could feel the other's eyes boring into her, and it made her feel naked.

"Zoe, what... how... why are you here?" Roger asked, fumbling with his words. Zoe looked up at him suddenly, anger flashing through her eyes as his words cut her to the bone.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, Roger Adam Davis?" Roger looked confused at Zoe's reaction, and even more so when she turned and pushed past Angel's arm and took off out of the door. Roger didn't follow, but stood there with a stunned, blank expression. Up the stairs and out onto the roof, Zoe ran. She stopped as soon as she was outside in the air and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She walked over to the edge of the roof and sat with one leg dangling over the edge. You'd think with one leg hanging limply over the edge of a five story building, one would feel nervous or scared, but Zoe was the opposite. She felt exhilarated by the view: New York cityscape. So this is where the beauty went. She thought dryly. She sat there alone for about a half hour, trying to think of places to go now. Her brother's reaction made it clear to her that she was unwelcome here. There IS nowhere else, though, she thought. Perhaps she could do what Roger did when he was only two years older than she is now : move out on her own and get a loft and be a musician. Zoe laughed softly to herself as she thought this. Roger was the musician, not her. She played fairly well, but would rather write a song than play someone else's. Lyrics and poems and random drabbles filled her notebook, which, she just realized, she had left at Angel and Collins' loft. Damnit.

"Pretty cool, huh?" A voice behind Zoe caused her to jump, swaying slightly on the edge, she grabbed the cement to hold her balance. Turning around she saw her brother standing against the building's wall with his hands in his pockets. Zoe turned her face towards the view once more.

"Sure." she said, simply, and added as an after thought. "You know, it's not nice to sneak up on people."

Roger shrugged at Zoe's back. "Why don't you come inside for a while?"

"Why?" Zoe retorted, "It's not like you want me here anyways. You made that quite clear. Plus, if you REALLY wanted me you would have come to get me before like you promised."

Roger winced visibly at the sting of Zoe's harsh words, and she looked at him again. "What? Did I touch a nerve?" Zoe stood up on the ledge of the roof and held her arms straight out. "You see Roger Davis? Do you see me now?"

"Zoe c'mon." Roger pleaded, getting off the wall and stepping towards his sister. She didn't' care. She was alone and afraid, although she would never admit to that fear. She felt a surge of adrenaline rushing through her veins. So THIS is what it's like to be invincible, she thought passively to herself. She leaned her head backwards, looking at the sky, and realized that if she didn't' hold her balance she would fall off of the building. She chuckled slightly to herself as Roger stepped towards her even more, not wanting her to do anything crazy.

"Zoe Jane, please," he begged, "come down. Come tell me what's going on. I want to hear it. I've missed you, you know I have."

Zoe snorted. "How the hell am I supposed to know THAT Roger Adam Davis if you never came back." She leaned back even farther and her foot slipped. Her eyes snapped open widely as she lost her balance and began to fall backwards. Roger lunged for her.

"ZOE!"