Disclaimer: Not mine. The end.
A/N: So I decided to add another chapter for all of you who are confused about Joanne. Hopefully this will clear things up a bit.
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Joanne
Mark still wasn't home when Maureen woke up a few hours later, still in Roger's arms. Her mind was reeling. Why was she in Roger's arms? Why was she back at the loft? And then everything hit her in one word. Joanne.
"Morning…" Roger murmured as he saw her open her eyes. "How do you feel?" Maureen gave him a look. "Shitty" she grumbled, rubbing her head. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck and thrown off of a cliff." Roger bit his tongue, looking at her sadly. "Do you…want to talk about it?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Okay" she said softly, nodding. "It's sort of a long story…but I need to tell someone." She took a deep breath and began.
"It all started when she started a new case. It was a really big one, and she started to work more. She would leave the house early and come home late. We used to have lunch together...but then she said she was too busy and I hardly ever saw her. She was always too tired when she came home from work to talk." She paused, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "And then she started getting really stressed...and she would come home and yell at me...she would go around the house screaming until she found me. She scared me. I tried to hide from her...but she always found me." She paused again, looking at Roger.
"You don't have to tell me..." he said gently, rubbing her shoulder."I understand if you don't want to talk about it anymore."
Maureen nodded slowly, continuing with her story anyways. "But last night...she came home early and I wasn't there. I was at the market. When I got back she started throwing a fit about how I wasn't home when she got home. I tried explaining to her that I went to get groceries, but she was convinced I was cheating on her. And she hit me...she hit me." She started to cry again, burying her head in his neck.
"And then you came here..." he murmured, finally understanding."You're safe here Maureen...I won't let her touch you." She nodded, sniffling slightly. "Thank you Roger" she said softly, pulling away and looking at him, touching his cheek. "Thank you" He nodded, looking her in the eyes.
Maureen let out a small, nervous laugh, taking her hand off of his cheek and wrapping her arm around his neck instead. Subconsciously, Roger pulled her onto his lap. Maureen smiled slightly, pulling his head towards hers. Within seconds, her lips were on his.
"Roger?" asked a voice. Someone was home.
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A/N: Here's your Joanne explanation. This will be a longer fic, for all of my readers.