Ereganto: Okay, my second lil input. Just so ya'll know, none of these are related...I'll let you know if and when they are...so, yeah. Thanx to my one, lone reviewer...I greatly appreciated it! Happy New Year, and good luck to everybody in 2007 (hah...007, year of the BOND!!! bwahaha!)

Okay, so, this is my Joanne drabble/one shot...depends on how you want to decipher which is which.

I walked in the door of my apartment one mild New York evening, thinking how lucky I was to have a beautiful girl on such a beautiful night. I whistled a short tune as I made my way to the living room to drop off my briefcase, heels clicking on the wooden floor. My whistling came to an abrupt end as I entered that (the living) room and stumbled upon a devastating sight.

There, on my white pleather couch, was some man with his hand up my Maureen's shirt and his tounge halfway down her throat. My briefcase thudded to the floor and the two swiftly broke apart.

"Pookie! I wasn't expecting you home so soon," she said with an apologetic grin. I turned and walked out, stunned that i had just caught my girlfriend cheating on me with some guy that she'd probably met at a bar last week. I went back out the front door, one hand on my forehead, ignoring Maureen's calls as i reentered the bust streets of the city. I had no idea where I was going, nor did i care. I was still shocked, but anger was slowly setting in.

"Joanne? What are you doing out here? Where's-" a certain blond haired, blue eyed, Jewish film maker broke me out of my thoughts. My head jerked up as he spoke, and for some reason, I couldn't stop the tears that welled up in my eyes. "Oh no. She-?" Mark half asked, and I nodded as i bit my lower lip. He understood perfectly. He smiled sympathetically and ushered me into the rundown building he, Roger, and Mimi called 'home.'

"I...I caught her with some guy on my sofa," I stammered as a lone tear fell down my cheek. Mark led me up the stairs, into the loft-where he removed my jacket for me wordlessly-and sat me down on the duct taped couch while he went to make some tea. I put my head in my hands and elbows on my knees as I tried to compose myself, but the feeling of betrayal and hurt was so strong more tears began to fall. I wasn't even aware of Mark's return until he sat next to me and placed a hand on my back in a comforting gesture. His blue eyes were full of painful understanding and a hint of sympathy drowned out by something else.

"Why?" I choked out, desperate for an answer from my lovers' ex. He shrugged silently with a ghost of a smile before sighing. His hand withdrew and his brows furrowed above his black frames in thought.

"Maybe...maybe it's because she's scared. The only thing Mo's ever committed to anything in her entire life is her acting. Or, maybe she feels that, since people have an 'expiration date' so to speak, she should get everything out of her life that she can. Jo, there are hundreds of reasons, but I think that if she can't see what she's risking to lose and how beautiful it is, then it's her loss. If she can't realize that you were probably the best thing that happened to her-and us-then she doesn't deserve you," he replied softly, his big blue eyes meeting mine again. I noticed his ears were slightly pink and I smiled a watery smile.

"Thank you, Mark," I whispered as I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him, which I'm pretty sure shocked both of us, and buried my face in his shoulder. "Thank you for understanding," I whispered and his arms slowly wrapped around me as I finally began to cry.

Ereganto: ta da? I hope that you all enjoyed it...it was fun to write...kind of...

I can just see Maureen doing something like this, and Joanne go running to the loft where Mark comforts her because he's been through it all before, so...yeah. Now all that's left is you pushing that pretty violet button over there...that one...the one that says 'GO.' I know you want to!!!!