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Notes: Um, Maureen/Roger/Collins friendship. I can't say much else. Read the note on the first chapter to understand why this is completely not connected to the last chapter.

"What the hell are we doing here?"

"I need to buy Collins a gift."

"It's not Christmas!"

"So?"

"Maureen, why couldn't you drag Mark or Joanne out here?"

"Cos', Rog, you're funner."

"Funner isn't a word."

"Since when did you become the Grammar police? You didn't even finish High School!"

"Shut up. Why are we here again?"

"COLLINS!" Maureen huffed, looking over at Roger. "I need to buy him a box."

"I have one of those at the loft."

"Is it pretty?"

"Um... it's cardboard."

"Yeah, see, that won't work. I want it to be wood and have a latch and... have pretty engravings on it!"

"Can I ask why?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Maureen, you're a bitch." Roger growled at her. "May I ask why?"

"Yes, you may." She answered sweetly.

"Maureen! Why the hell are we buying Collins a BOX?"

Maureen looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm not telling. You'll just have to see, okay? Look, over there. That looks nice."

"Whatever."

Roger watched Maureen stumble over to Collins room with a wrapped gift under her arm. She knocked.

"Col? It's me. I gotta give you something."

"It's open." He called softly. He was never loud or deep anymore when talking. It had something to do with Angel's death, all of them knew.

Maureen gave Roger one last look and opened the door, leaving it open for the ex-rocker to watch.

Maureen sat down on the bed next to Collins and handed it to him. "Here."

"Maureen, why? You didn't have to-"

"Yes I did. Open it."

Roger sighed and watched, sitting in his chair. Collins, he thought, is going to open it and not understand at all. He's going to fake happy about the stupid wood box and not understand.

This, however, was not what happened. The second the wrapping paper was off, he broke out into a smile. Setting it down gently, he pulled Maureen into a hug.

"How did you know?" He asked softly, though, Roger could hear.

"I just did. I'd noticed. You want me to get them?" Maureen asked.

Roger's eye-brow raised. Get what?

Collins nodded and pointed to something out of sight for Roger.

Maureen then nodded and climbed off of the bed, leaving for a second. Coming back, she handed him a pair of drum sticks.

Ever so gently, Collins placed them inside the box and smiled. "Now I think I need a shelf to put the box on." He laughed gently.

"You're gonna have to wait for Christmas then."

They both smiled and hugged one more time.

Roger then realized what Maureen had done. Maybe, Roger now thought, Maureen does have a brain after all.

Notes: Random, I know. Liked, loved, hated?