Disclaimer: I still don't own RENT. Alexia, however, is my character. Tell me what you think of her.

Also, the lyrics used as a thought in this chapter, aren't mine either.

Authoress Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, I love reading them!

Chapter One:

Roger stuck his head in Mimi's bedroom door.

"Meems."

No answer.

"Meems."

"MIMI."

"What?" Mimi answered groggily, rubbing at her eyes and turning on the little lamp on her bedside table. "Oh, Roger," she turned her covers down, "I was wondering if you were coming in."

Roger sighed, annoyed. "Not now." he paused, trying to find the right words to say exactly what he wanted to say. "I, uh, need you to tell me what something is."

She just stared at him blankly. Then, after a few moments "What?" Mimi was tired, and she didn't want to think. "What time is it?" she looked at her clock "Rog, it's only six o'clock. I'm going back to sleep. Come back around noon." She laid back down.

Roger thought of going in and waking up Mark, but, he wouldn't be much of help either. Mimi was his only choice.

"Mimi, get up!" He whispered vehemently.

"Fine, fine!" she said, hoping out of bed with a dull thud. She tossed her alarm clock in Roger's general direction, it hit the painted floor upside down and began beeping very loudly. Roger picked it up to try to shut it off, and just began pressing random buttons.

It responded by beeping even louder. Great, he thought, let's wake up the whole building.

Finally, Mimi ripped it out of his hands, mumbling a few obscenities under her breath, and turned it off. There were a few moments of silence, and then:

"What the hell?"

Roger panicked. The alarm had woken Mark up. Mark would wake up Alexia, she'd wonder why he was so concerned about the little blue box, and she may just beat him over the head with his own guitar for asking.

Women. He thought. What is it about them? Can't live with them, but, then he saw Mimi in all her just crawled out of bed glory, and thought about how much Mark loved Alexia, and how she loved him back, or without them.

"Roger?" Mark called from across the loft.

Roger didn't know what to do. It was too early to be thinking on his feet. He'd just gotten up to use the restroom, and then this!

Mimi began tapping her foot impatiently, and a light bulb came on in Roger's brain, somewhere in between dead end lyrics and guitar chords. He cleared his throat and Mimi raised an eyebrow.

"It's uh, just me Marky," he said in a high pitched falsetto imitation of a female voice, more importantly an imitation of Alexia's voice. Mimi put her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.

"Just me, Alexia."

There was silence for a minute, and Roger let out a sigh of relief. Mark had fallen for it. He thought it was his girlfriend getting up early to go gallivanting around the apartment, leaving her blue box in the bathroom.

But, little did the musician know, Mark was sitting straight up in bed, wondering how Alexia could be lying next to him, still asleep, and shouting to him from across the apartment. Then, he shook he sleep from his brain and began thinking clearly. Alexia wasn't across the loft. But someone was.

Mark's first thought was that it was either Benny or an intruder. Maybe some jerk had followed Mimi home from the Catscratch. Either way, they weren't welcome in the loft. He grabbed one of Alexia's character shoes that had a pretty good heel on it as a weapon and, went to deal with the intruder.

God, he hoped it was Benny.

Meanwhile, Roger was pulling Mimi by the wrist into the bathroom.

"Ooh, the bathroom." Mimi said sarcastically, " Are you going to show me the toilet? Did you finally learn to put the seat down?"

But, Mark didn't hear any of this. All he saw in the just rising sunlight was some guy bigger than he was dragging Mimi toward the bathroom. He crept up behind them and raised the character shoe to attack.

Collins flung open the door to the loft and flicked on the light. "Good Morn-" the sentence stopped as it was being spoken. He blinked a few times to assure himself that he was really seeing was he thought he saw. Roger had Mimi by the wrist, dragging her toward the bathroom, and Mark was stopped mid-swing, raising a high heeled shoe above his roommate's head, ready to attack him with it. Collins blinked again and then laughed. "Morning everyone. Mark losing his temper again?"

Mark could feel himself blush bright crimson. Once Collins shone a little light on the apartment, he realized that the guy dragging Mimi toward the bathroom was Roger.

And, he realized how stupid he must look ready to attack him with a shoe.

"What is going on out here?" Alexia asked, appearing in Mark's bedroom doorway. She paused, taking it all in. Roger let go of Mimi, and Mark tried to hid the shoe behind his back. Alexia saw it anyway. "Mark, honey what are you doing with one of my shoes?"

He just smiled sheepishly. Alexia shook her head. "I'm not sure I even want to know."

Collins began laughing uncontrollably. He looked at Mark "You thought that-" then, he looked at Roger and Mimi, " And they were-" Finally, he looked at Alexia, "And she saw it all!". He had to sit down on the couch he was laughing so hard.

Everyone just stared at him, throughly confused.

Alexia looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen which she had learned recently was three hours slow. It read 3:30 A.M.

A heavy rap on the door made Collins stop laughing and Roger finally pulled Mimi into the bathroom. Mark went for the door, but Roger grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into the bathroom too, pulling him so hard that the filmmaker lost his balance and landed on his rear. As he got up, he asked "What was that all about?"

Mimi cocked her head to one side as if to say Yeah, what he said.

Roger just pointed at the box.

Mark just laughed. "Oh yeah, that's-"

"AND STAY OUT! WHEN YOU FIX THE FREAKING HEAT IN THIS BUILDING, I'LL WRITE YOU A CHECK! NOT UNTIL THEN!" Alexia screamed. Mark stuck his head out the door quickly, Mimi and Roger following suit. They saw Alexia taking Benny by the shoulders (he was almost a foot taller than she, she had to reach up to do it), spin him around a full half-turn, and give him a swift kick in the seat of the pants, sending him spiraling, almost down the stairs. She watched him run out of the building, slammed the door, and turned to face the beaming Mark with a sassy smile on her face.

Roger's first impression was right. He did like Alexia.

There was a second of silence, and then thunderous applause and cheers erupted. Alexia just smiled more broadly. Mark went over an kissed her until they had to come up for air. She giggled. "What was that so long for?"

"For doing what we've all always wanted to do."

"Yeah," Alexia said triumphantly, "he said he was coming by for the rent, and if no one came to the door, he was just going to post an eviction notice."

"And you kicked him out!" Mark kissed her again.

Roger and Collins cracked up. "She didn't just kick him out, she kicked his asno de extremo!" Mimi shouted. Then, as things calmed down a bit, she turned to Roger. "So, Rog, what did you drag me out of bed for? What's in the bathroom?"

All eyes were on the musician. He could feel the three pairs of brown, and one pair of shocking blue boring into him.

Alexia raised the pointer finger of her left hand in a wait a second, I think I've forgotten to tell you all something important gesture. "Oh, yeah, did I warn you all, Maureen left some toilet paper here?"

Now all eyes were on her. Roger was glad the pressure Mimi had put on him was off.

Collins spoke up, "She left some at my place too, the stuff in the blue box?"

Roger's eyes grew wide. THE blue box?

"Yup." Alexia answered, "She told me this whole involved story last week while she was helping me unpack. What a mistake that was, asking her for help. First she detailed her relationship with Mark. I mean she told me everything,"

Mark blushed, and then said shakily with a nervous laugh "Everything, honey?"

Alexia continued "Everything. Anyway, then she told me about how her butt had like become extra sensitive since she got this new tattoo, which she explained in painstaking detail, too, something to do with the ink, and now she can only use this special unbleached toilet paper that's made somewhere zany like Sri Lanka. She has to by it a that all organic market on 5th. She left some here in case she has to do her business while she's here."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to get the Kotex talk from Mark's girlfriend, no matter how cool she was. That would be really awkward.

But, it was even more awkward knowing about Maureen's toilet paper- allergy problems. Not that he wouldn't like to see her new tattoo, but, he didn't need to hear the side effects.

"And, she said if anyone touched it, she'd kill 'em. Knowing Maureen, she might actually try." Alexia laughed at her own joke, and Mark smirked as well.

"Hey up there!" A voice shouted from below the window so loud that it could be heard in the loft. The ping of a pebble hitting the glass followed. Alexia sighed like and angry bull, took the shoe from Mark's hand, and opened the window.

"I'm coming back soon!" Benny shouted "You haven't won! This is my building!"

"Not for long!" she shouted and tossed the shoe in Benny's direction "I just might buy it!"

The screech of a cat below warned the others for future reference that Alexia did not have good aim. She flinched "Sorry kitty!" she called.

Alexia turned around to more applause, then crossed to the chair where she had hung her coat, and proceeded to put it on.

"Are you going to see if the cat's okay?" Mark asked, donning his own jacket and following her to the door.

"Yeah," Alexia answered, "And to see if my shoe's alright."

Alexia kicking Benny out? A passionate kiss between Mark and Alexia (okay, not really a shock or surprise, but, still...)? Maureen using special toilet paper? Roger wanting to see her new tattoo? Alexia buying the building? Find out what happens...

As soon as I update.

Which I'll do soon.

Thanks again for the great reviews. It'd be awesome if you guys kept 'em coming!

Sorry it was so long.

TTYL

P.C. (Post-Chapter): How many of you found the lyrics from 'Take Me or Leave Me' (which are not mine. They belong to Jonathan Larson)?