Roger sat on the duct tape covered couch with his head in his hands. He couldn't figure out what to do.
"Roger, I say you go to your gig," Mark spoke up. Roger shook his head. His hair was all over the place.
"I can't. How can I leave Mimi here when she needs me?" Roger snapped.
"I'll be here," Mark reasoned.
"She needs me!"
"Roger," Mimi said meekly from the bedroom doorway. "Please go. I don't want to hold you back from doing what you love. I'll be fine for a few hours." Roger got to his feet.
"Are you sure?" Mimi nodded confidently.
"I'm sure," she insisted. "I'd feel bad if I held you back."
"Fine, I'll go." Mimi smiled. She wanted Roger to go back to his normal routine, despite the fact that things were different now.
After Roger left for his gig, Mark made some tea for himself and Mimi. Mimi noticed Mark's camera equipment all over the loft.
"Mark, do you have any films I can watch?" she requested. Mark handed her steaming mug of tea.
"I might." Mark caught on to what Mimi was asking for. "Oh! Let me set up the projector for you." Mimi smiled gratefully.
"Thanks."
Mimi spent nearly two hours watching Mark's old films. It was weird to see herself enjoying things she didn't remember. More than once, she had to wipe tears from her eyes. Her life had been great, and in a split second, it had fallen apart.
When Roger got home from his gig, Mimi was sitting on the bed staring out into space in the dark.
"Hey," Roger said quietly, snapping Mimi out of her trance. Mimi looked up.
"Hey yourself." Roger sat on the bed next to Mimi. "How'd your gig go?"
"Pretty good. I heard that you watched some of Mark's films. Did they help you at all?" Mimi shook her head dejectedly.
"Nothing yet. I feel so close though."
"it'll come to you, don't worry." Mimi chewed on her bottom lip nervously.
"I think I may know of a way to help me remember." Roger raised his eyebrows.
"Oh really? And what's that?" Mimi took Roger's face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. Roger simply sat there shocked for a second before winding his hand through Mimi's untamable hair and kissing her back hungrily.
When the kiss broke off, Roger asked, "What was that for?"
"You're my boyfriend, and I trust you," Mimi whispered in Roger's ear. She squeezed his hand affectionately. "It's late, we should probably go to bed," she said as if nothing had just happened. Roger stood up, still in a daze.
"Um, uh, yeah; goodnight." Mimi crawled under the covers and fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Mimi slowly opened her eyes. A mischievous grin spread across her face when she saw Roger sprawled out on the floor, fast asleep. Mimi got up and straddle Roger's waist. Letting out a moan, Roger opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Mimi's large chocolate eyes hovering over him.
"Morning sexy," Mimi purred. "What are you doing on the floor?" Roger sat up.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, is there any reason in particular you're sleeping on the floor instead of in bed with me?"
"I though that you wanted me to sleep on the floor."
"Oh, you mean after you totally blew me off and yelled at me for no apparent reason?"
"No, after you fell and hit your head in the shower…oh my God, you got your memory back!" Mimi had a confused look on her face.
"My memory? Roger, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You slipped in the bathroom and hit your head. You had no clue who I was or any of our friends were." Mimi shook her head.
"How could I forget you?"
"You hit your head. You were completely out of it for a week." Mimi just couldn't believe what Roger was trying to tell her.
Later that evening, all the Bohemians were gathered at the Life. Mimi was straddling Roger's lap, and they were currently shoving their tongues down each other's throats. Completely unfazed by this, the waiter served everyone their food.
"Should someone cool them off?" Collins asked.
"Oh, I will!" Maureen exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm. She picked up a french-fry and threw it at Roger, hitting him square in the face. The kiss broke off abruptly.
"What the fuck do you want, Maureen!?" Roger demanded.
"Your food's here."
"We're busy."
"Yeah, I noticed. Any busier, and we'd have to kick anyone under eighteen out of here." Roger gave Maureen the finger.
"We'll finish later," Mimi told Roger seductively before digging in to the plate in front of her and Roger. "So how out of it was I?" she asked.
"It was pretty bad, chica," Angel replied.
"You had no clue who you were or any of us for that matter," Joanne added. "it was like you had to state completely over." Mimi shook her head.
"I don't remember any of what happened."
"Be glad you don't, it was a rough week for you," Maureen said before taking a sip of her beer. Mimi wrapped her arms around Roger's neck and played with his hair. What her friends were trying to tell her was hard to wrap her mind around.
After the Life, everyone went home. At the loft, Mimi pulled Roger into their room and slammed the door closed behind them. She wasted no time pulling off his shirt.
"You know, Mr. Davis, if I've been suffering from amnesia for the past week, then it's been a week since we've had sex." A groan escaped from Roger's lips as Mimi attacked his neck and bare chest.
Mark couldn't help but hear the moans of pleasure emitting from Roger and Mimi's bedroom as he lay in bed waiting for sleep to claim him. Never did he think that he'd miss that sound.
The End
Thank you, Jonathan Larson
A/N: Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!!
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