A/N: Ok, this is a sad chapter, and its going to have a lot more action from now on since its seems people are getting bored. Reviews are super awesome and I won't write unless I get some feedback. Enjoy!

Mimi was just getting off her shift at the Life Café and was heading home to meet up with the gang. It was a particularly cold day and Mimi was buddle up tight in her foe leopard jacket. She was just heading down avenue A when she noticed a shadow standing on the corner.

" Hello, Marquez." Said an icy voice. Mimi felt a shiver run through her body out of fear. The Man came out of the shadows in his heavy jacket, grinning widely. " I've missed your visits." He said. Mimi stared at the ground and continued to walk. The Man cut in front of her, blocking her path. " Come on, you know I've got the stuff you crave."

" N-no. I'm not interested." Mimi stated. The Man raised his eyebrow.

" Now, you know as much as I do that you need this stuff." The Man said to her. " Remember the thrill of the ride, the feeling that made you feel like you could do anything. The stuff that made your worthless, pathetic life worth living." Mimi's face tightens at the words The Man said.

" Look here. I may be living in a loft with hardly and electircity or water, I may be HIV positive, but my life is so much better since I quit and I don't plan to take a hit ever again. Goodbye!" Mimi said turning her back on him and heading towards the apartments. Behind her, she could hear the man chuckling lightly to himself.

" You'll be back, Marquez. Sooner or later, you'll be back." He yelled at her, as he slipped silently into the shadows of the night.

Mimi reached for her keys out of her jacket pocket and put them into the keyhole. She walked up the top apartment and opened it up to see Jackie on Rogers back, fiercely pulling his hair. Mimi walked in staring at Roger and Jackie.

" What are you two doing?" she asked wide-eyed. Roger screamed out in agony, as Jackie pulled harder at his hair.

" Roger took my smokes! And he wont give them back!" Jackie snarled, trying to reach out for the smokes that were in Roger's hand. Roger however, kept the cigarettes away from Jackie's reach, still yelling in pain.

" She's getting way too attached to these things! She's going to get cancer if she keeps on going like this!" Roger screamed. Just when things were starting to get out of hand, Collins and Mark walked through the door. Collins quickly ran over to Roger and dragged Jackie off his back. Roger rubbed his head where Jackie had pulled his hair, while Collins kept her in a tight lock in his arms.

" What the hells going on?" Collins asked.

" I took Jackie's cigarettes away because she smokes them every 10 minutes. She's going to get fricken cancer if she doesn't lay off them." Roger stated sourly. Jackie stuck her tongue out her brother, still struggling to get out of Collins grasp.

" Maybe we should start getting Jackie off of cigarettes." Collins stated. Jackie imdently stopped struggling.

" What? No, you can't do that!" Jackie screamed at Collins.

" Well, I think that Collins is right." Roger said to Jackie. Mimi and Mark nodded.

"Yea, a 14 year old girl shouldn't be smoking anyways." Mimi said. Jackie pushed her way out of Collins grasp and walked to the middle of the loft.

" I don't have to do anything that you say! Just because your older, doesn't mean you're the boss of me! All of you think you know what's best for me? Well I don't because…because…" Jackie said, trying to find the right words. " Because none of you are doctors!" Roger, Collins, Mark and Mimi looked at each other with there eyebrows raised and then looked at Jackie. Jackie gave each of them a dirty look and marched into Roger's room, slamming the door loudly behind her.

" Boy, this isn't going to be easy." Collins said. Roger shook his head slowly and let out a deep breath.

" Here, let me go talk to her." Mimi said, putting her hand on Roger's shoulder. She headed towards the room and quietly opened the door. Inside, Jackie was sitting on the bed with her right sleeve rolled up. Jackie didn't notice Mimi standing there as she smoothly ran her fingers across her badly scared arm. Mimi remembered Roger's story from a couple nights before. She opened the door all of the way and reviled herself. Jackie looked up startled and quickly rolled her sleeve back down over her arm.

" What do you want?" she mumbled. Mimi walked in, closing the door behind her.

" I just wanted to see if you were alright." Mimi answered. Jackie's gaze wandered too the floor.

" I'm fine." She mumbled again. Mimi came over to Jackie and sat next to her on the bed.

" Are you sure?" Mimi asked. Jackie got up from the bed.

" Yes! I'm fine! Can't I just yell at people for no reason, just because I want to?" Jackie asked in an angry voice.

" Sure, I do it all the time." Mimi said in a calm tone. Jackie turned around and looked at the wall, refusing to stare at Mimi. Mimi smiled.

" Your more like your brother then you know." Mimi said, trying to be nice to Jackie. Jackie whipped around and stared at Mimi.

" I'm nothing like my brother! I didn't ruin my life by doing drugs and getting HIV! The only thing I do is smoke cigarettes and now you guys are going to make me stop!" Jackie screamed at Mimi. " I may look like Roger but I'm nothing like him!" Mimi stared wide-eyed at Jackie for a moment or two. Her eyes blazed with a fierce glare that scared Mimi. Jackie's stare left Mimi's eyes and found there way back to floor. Mimi knew that it wasn't quitting smoking that were bothering Jackie, it was something else. Jackie, like her brother, was very good at lying and could stare right into someone's eyes and lie without hesitation. Mimi got up and headed towards the door. She turned around before heading out of the room and saw Jackie sit back on the bed. She let out a deep breath and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Collins, Mark and Roger were sitting on the couch talking to each other when Mimi came out. Roger looked up at Mimi.

" So?" Roger asked. Mimi shook her head at sat between Roger and Collins.

" Something is up with Jackie. I mean, I don't think its just quitting smoking that's bothering her. She was so…angry." Mimi said. " She even started yelling at me."

" Yea, we heard screaming but we couldn't tell what she was saying." Mark said to Mimi. " Why was she yelling?"

" She started yelling at me when I mentioned that she acts like Roger." Roger looked at Mimi with a confused expression.

" Why dose it have to be my sister that has so many problems?" Roger asked, leaning his head back on the couch.

" Well I don't know but we need to start getting her off a cigarettes as soon as possible." Collins said.

" Alright, what do we do?" Roger asked.

The next day was Monday and Jackie was on spring break, so she didn't have school. Roger, Collins, Mimi, and Mark all decided that Jackie should be locked in the loft until her craving for cigarettes settled. Collins told them that at least one person would have to be with Jackie while she was in the loft. Right now, Mark, Collins and Roger were in the loft with her. It was about 9:00am and everyone was up and eating breakfast. Jackie was on the old couch while repeatedly taping her nails against the low coffee table in front of her. No one had talked to her since last night when they told her about the argument the planned. Mark finished his breakfast and was playing around with his camera.

" So Mark, what's the new film about?" Collins asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Mark looked up from his camera and grinned.

" You're just going to have to wait until I'm done." Mark replied looking down at his camera again. Roger rolled his eyes and continued to work on his latest music piece.

" Hey Jackie, you want something to eat?" Collins asked. Jackie shook her head without looking at him and started to bite her fingernails for entertainment. Collins shrugged his shoulders and started to read the newspaper. After about 15 minutes or so, Roger got up.

" Well, I have to get going. I have band practice at 9:40." Roger said putting on his jacket. He turned to Mark and lowered his voice. " You sure you'll be ok with Jackie?" Roger asked. Mark smirked.

" Roger, I can handle myself, and Jackie. Go on and don't worry about anything." Mark said. Roger was still unconvinced but knew he had to get going. He grabbed his guitar and headed toward the door.

" Ok, I'll be back around 1:00." Roger told Mark. " C ya Mark, bye Jackie." Roger said. Jackie didn't look at Roger, but instead repositioned herself so she was facing the opposite wall. Roger was about to say something, but stopped himself and left the loft. Mark stopped playing with his camera and looked up at Jackie. She was tapping her fingers to a constant beat on the beat up couch. Mark gently put his camera down and headed towards Jackie. He sat on one of the armchairs that was facing Jackie face. Jackie didn't make eye contact with Mark; her bright green eyes were instead staring at the ground.

" You ok?" Mark asked. Jackie shook her head, still staring at the ground. Mark nodded to himself, happy that Jackie answered his question. He let out a deep breath. " You want to, I don't know, talk about it maybe?" Mark asked, trying not to sound too much like a parent. Jackie didn't answer for a minute or two, but then nodded her head.

" It-its Mel." Jackie said. Mark tilted his head to the side a bit.

" What happened? Did she get beat up or picked on?" Mark asked, trying to get answers. Jackie shook her head fiercely as she closed her eyes tight. When she opened them, tears were flooding in her eyes, staring at Mark's deep blue eyes.

" She's sick." Jackie said in a raspy voice. " She has Leukemia."

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