One Man, Two Lives Destroyed
Summary: AU She can think of many reasons to explain to her daughter why her fathers not around – just none of them are the truth. MCxMJ MMxRD JJxOC ADSxTC
Authors Note: Sorry about the delay, been very busy with auditions for the play and everything like that. So yes, I am going to dedicate chapters to people from this chapter on. There are still a couple more so don't worry, if you don't get a dedication, you will get one! I promise! Thank you for the reviews and good wishes for my audition. It went very well and the cast list is going up on Tuesday. I really do hope I get a part, so I will tell you if you want to know! Anyways here is the newest chapter and I hope you like it! Enjoy!
Co-writer and editor: xI'll Cover Youx
Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWN RENT!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated too GoldenZippy for all of the nice reviews and sticking with me throughout this story! Thanks a bunch!
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Chapter 26
Present Day – Normal POV
Natasha was terrified.
She had never been more terrified in her entire life. As she sat next to her father, she didn't know what to do or what to say or how to comfort her mother as she starred absently out the window and didn't say a word to Natasha since a couple of days ago. She had been in this room for about two or three weeks now, not bothering to get up and leave it for she had no other place to go. Mimi and Roger and Angel and Collins and Joanne and Sara were all looking after her and Grace, but sometimes she missed her mother and she wished that she could just open her eyes and get up out of the room for awhile. Maureen's messy curly hair was tied up behind her and she sighed as she stared at the cars passing by. Maureen didn't even bother to lift her hand up to push her bangs out of her face when they fell into her eyes. She only moved when she heard Natasha stand up and walk out the door. She hadn't noticed her daughter there and she didn't realize until that moment that she had been totally ignoring her and keeping to herself lately and she hated that. She didn't want to be the horrible mother that gave up everything to be with the love of her life instead of with her daughter who had always been there. Maureen stood up, kissed Marks' cheek gently and then walked out the door behind Natasha. She found her sitting in the waiting room chairs by herself. Maureen took a seat next to her and they sat in silence for a few moments.
"Hey Nati, what's up?" Maureen questioned and wrapped her arm around Natasha's shoulder who didn't respond to her touch. "Nati… Are you alright?"
"I guess." She mumbled and then looked away from her mother, "I'm just not feeling too great."
"Is there anything I can do Nati?" Her words were hushed, as she looked around the waiting room at all the eyes on her. She knew that they were judging her as a mother and a person and she didn't know why she cared so much. She just thought that she was sensitive to the topic of Mark and dying and all those things that she hated so much.
"No, nothing. Just ignore me like you have all week."
So that was what this was about.
"Nati… I haven't been ignoring you… Have I?"
"Yes you have mom! And I don't know why, but it's making me mad and I don't know what to do anymore! What am I suppose to do when my fathers in a coma again and you're ignoring me and all I have to talk to is Mimi and Roger… And those people, but I miss just talking to you and…" She couldn't finish, it was too painful. Maureen nodded like she understood, but Natasha knew clearly that her mother had no idea what she was talking about. Mimi walked into the waiting room with Angel trailing behind her.
"Natasha… This is a hard time for me and it would be nice if you-"
Natasha cut in, "I know, I know mom, it would be nice if I just stayed out of the problem and only came when I needed too. I'll… I'll just go back to the loft with Mimi and Angel and I'll… I'll just see you there or something." Natasha said and pushed her legs down off of the chair and walked over to Angel and Mimi. She grabbed Angel's hand and pulled her outside while Mimi stayed to watch Maureen bury her hands into her face.
"I'm such a horrible mother Mimi." Maureen whispered when Mimi was close enough to hear her.
"Mo, you're not a bad mother, you're not a bad mother at all."
"Then why does Natasha hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you Mo; she's just worked up because of Mark… You know how it is… It hits them just as hard as it hits you. One day he's here and the next day he's gone." Mimi placed her purse down and smiled sadly at Maureen. "I think that things will get better Mo."
"Natasha… Oh god, I have taken Natasha for granted and now she'll never like me like she did before. This is my entire fault, if I hadn't told her about her father in the first place we wouldn't be in this position, but no I had to open my big mouth and tell her! God, what a mistake and if I could turn back time, I would change everything so that we would all be happy and peaceful. What should I do Meems?"
"Babe, don't worry about it, you're going to be fine. Everything is going to work out in the end. Mark will wake up, Natasha loves you unconditionally and so does Grace, and everything else will just fall into place." Mimi looked out the window and smiled. "Don't worry Mo."
"I have to worry, I'm always worried. Is there one thing that I'm not worried about?" Mimi placed a hand on Maureen's shoulder.
"Everything is going to be fine Mo, trust me."
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Maureen was sure that she saw Mark flinch in his state. She saw him twitch a little bit and she shot towards his bed-side. If he woke up she would want to be the first person that he saw. Of course, he didn't open her eyes, but she had wished that he did and that he would tell her that he was alive and that he loved her and that he remembered her because she felt that way about him. She loved him even though he couldn't remember her and even if he never woke up she would still love him. She hated how she had neglected Natasha who had been there through everything and how she had ignored Grace also. She didn't mean too, but it was just something that happened that she couldn't control and wasn't sure that she wanted too. Mark had been there first so for some reason she felt it was her job to be there for him… Why was it that Mark came first in front of her children? She would never have an answer for that and she knew that she never wanted too. She just wanted her thoughts to linger for a second before she could relax and go back to day-dreaming about Mark waking up. Her thoughts swarmed in her head for awhile before she picked up her magazine and leaned back her chair. It had been two or three weeks, she wasn't keeping count anymore, and Mark was still not awake. She now predicted that it would take him at least five years to wake up, but how was she to know? That's what she hated; she would never know the exact date and all that stuff that she hated. But when he did wake up, she was sure that she would be there and she would be there for him and she would be the first thing that he would see when he woke up and then… Then, they would live happily ever after.
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Elsewhere
Mark stumbled out of his room that he had been staying in. He rubbed his hand to his head and walked past the friends that he had made here. They were all there for a reason too. They had all been summoned here for years and still none of them could figure out what they were doing here. He had no idea either. He hadn't look at Maureen or Natasha or anybody yet, he was saving it for when his thoughts could be collected and he could straighten himself out. It had been two or three weeks or longer then that and he still didn't know what to do. He thought that it would have been easy to get out of this place, but it was positive that he couldn't figure out what he was doing here. He couldn't remember and nobody understood that.
"Markie?" Her voice was soft and he knew that voice from anywhere. He knew who was talking to him. He ran towards one of the rooms and saw that from the window of this place he could see straight to the earth. He saw Maureen. She looked beautiful with her messy hair placed up on her head and she had on jeans and an over-sized sweat-shirt.
"Darling, I know you can't hear me, but I just want you to know that I will always love you and that I will wait for you." He looked at who she was talking too and he realized that she was talking to him, or at least she was talking to his body. He looked around to see if anybody else was hearing this and of course they weren't. "Baby, please come back to me." She muttered the last part before walking out the door and closing it behind her.
"Mark?" This voice wasn't Maureen's. He turned around and saw one of his friends name Jewel standing there. "Are you alright? I think I heard a voice, but it must have been just yours." She looked at him and smiled.
"Yes, I'm alright, just a little bit shaky. I don't feel like myself today."
"Oh, I see. Well I hope you feel better… Are you coming down for breakfast or are you going to freshen up first? Doesn't matter, but I just wanted to know before I leave." Jewel was a nice girl who had been here for years and still didn't want to make her decision because if it was wrong she would have to stay here forever. All she knew was that her body was in a coma somewhere and that was all. He nodded to her for her to go and she turned around and walked out of the room.
"I'll see you later Mark." She said before trotting down the stairs by herself. He didn't understand why he was here and maybe he never would, but he was getting faint memories back in his head and he knew that this was a good sign. He couldn't wait to think some more. He saw memories of him and Maureen walking down a side-walk towards a club named the Cat Scratch Club and there was that girl named Mimi performing and they were sitting with all their friends and they were having so much fun. He was amazed that he could remember this at all. Then there was a memory about him proposing to Maureen on a roof-top but then they never got married because he left. Oh god, how could he have done that? He walked towards his room and grabbed a pen and paper. He wanted to savor these memories forever. He jotted down a couple notes until he was ready. He was ready to go to the head guy and say what he was doing here because he remembered, he remember everything.
End of Chapter 26
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