Thanks for all the reviews/suggestions from last ch. I know its taken me a bit to get this up, but I've just been busy. And this may not be the best of chs b/c I wrote it rather quickly and late at night so that I could post another ch for you guys so you wouldn't forget about it. Plus, I'm not sure when I'll get to update again...so took advantage of what little free time I had tonight to write this. I haven't even read through it once yet, so I hope it turned out ok. Enjoy!

(Joanne's POV)

I stood there listening to the dial tone ring through my phone. My body wasn't moving; I was completely shocked at what just had happened. Eventually pull the phone down away from my ear, just staring at it; like that was going to bring Kristin back on the other end of the line somehow. My gaze finally looked up to see Maureen standing just inside the room; a complete look of fear had come over her.

"Joanne," she started, barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know."

I just stared at her. I literally could not speak at the moment.

"Joanne?" she questioned, a hint of worry in her voice. "Say something," she continued as she started walking closer to me.

She was now standing directly in front of me, cautiously looking into my eyes. And something in that moment snapped inside of me and I found myself now not able to quit talking.

"No Maureen," I pushed by her, pacing the floor, "don't start. Holy hell what am I going do? Kristin knows about us. I love her I can't lose her. I don't want to lose her. I need her. Fuck Maureen why'd you have to say that for?" I was yelling now, relentlessly pacing the floor. "Why huh?" I looked over at her; she was obviously attempting to hold back some tears. I didn't seem to really care at the moment however. "You haven't changed have you? Still the same old Maureen. Doesn't matter who you hurt as long as you get what you want right?"

"I'm not the one that cheated on my girlfriend. You did that!" she yelled back at me. I froze in my steps; hearing her say that brought me back into reality. She was right, I'd cheated not her.

"You're right Maureen," I nodded; my tone much softer now. "I was the one that fucked up this time."

"Maybe it's for the best that she found out."

I looked up at her; our eyes meeting once again. "I've got to go Maureen. I need to call her back; I have to talk to her."

It was taking every ounce of will power within me not to start crying right now. I held it together long enough to tell Mark and Cara that I was leaving and apologize to them for having to cut the night short. However, once I got into the elevator of their building I completely lost it. I collapsed onto the floor, bawling into my hands; completely terrified of what was coming.

(Maureen's POV)

Joanne stormed out of the room; leaving me alone in the eerie silence of the room. I heard the front door slam shut and soon saw Mark standing in the doorway. Immediately I started crying. Mark rushed over to me, wrapping his arms gently around me as I cried into his shoulder.

"Come on Maureen, you need to sit down," he gently said to me.

But before we even made it out of the room I had composed myself, pushing back any more tears. "No Mark, I'm ok," I proclaimed, pulling away from him, "I just need to go home."

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me or Cara if you need to?" Mark genuinely seemed to care, but I didn't feel like sharing with either of them what a mess everything has turned into.

"I'm fine," I hastily commented as I gathered my things heading for the front door. "Goodnight," I shouted as I rushed through the front door of their apartment.

(Maureen's POV)

I had made it back to my apartment in record time. I hadn't wanted to break down in the middle of New York City, so I made my way through the busy streets as quickly as possible.

When I walked through my door, I immediately collapsed onto my couch, grabbing the nearest pillow squeezing it tightly against me. Tears instantly started flowing, soaking the pillow and smearing mascara down my cheeks. I wanted to grab my phone and call her, tell her how sorry I was, tell her how much I love her, how much I wanted her back in my life; because for the first time I realized that there was a chance that I wasn't getting her back.

How could I have been so blind? Joanne had told me she loved Kristin, I'd even heard her tell Kristin that she loves her; yet in my mind I thought that Joanne would choose me. Was I honestly that self-absorbed that I wasn't seeing what was right in front of my eyes; that Joanne had found someone that makes her happy, that loves her. But could Kristin love Joanne like I love Joanne? I'm so good for Joanne; she's so good for me. We were meant to be together. Kristin is just a replacement for me…wasn't she? But Joanne seemed so upset knowing that Kristin had found out about us. She wouldn't have been quite so upset if she was going to choose me, would she have? I mean she says she loves this other woman…maybe she really does. Maybe I was just 'for old sakes' time. Maybe Joanne never had any intention of making a decision; maybe it was always Kristin. But I want Joanne back; I need her back. I love her so much; damn even after five years I want her back, I don't want anyone else. But wonder if Joanne doesn't want me. I had imagined for the past five years Joanne and me running back into each other, having this wonderful reunion, and never leaving each other's side again. This had been my fantasy for five years now and now I'm scared the last part isn't going to happen. I don't want to loose her, not again. I can't go through loosing her again; not without a fight. Damnit she's my Joanne, not Kristin's. But then again she has been Kristin's Joanne for a while now. Question is does Joanne want to be Kristin's Joanne or my Joanne…she wants to be my Joanne, doesn't she? She has to remember how great it was with us. I have to make her remember. Because I can't take the chance that she's going to fly back to Chicago and be with Kristin. I love her and this time I'm fighting for her.

(Joanne's POV)

"Kristin, its Joanne, please pick up honey, please." I was pleading into our answering machine for Kristin to talk to me. This was now the fifth message I've left; each of them taking up the full amount of time you have to leave a message. "Kristin, I love you. Please honey, pick up the phone. Talk to me." My heart jumped when I heard the receiver from the other end of the line being picked up.

"Joanne," her voice was raw, probably from crying, "what happened?"

I took a deep breath before replying, preparing myself for this conversation. "Between Maureen and me?" I attempted to act innocent, I don't know why though; she already knew something had happened between us.

"Fuck yes between you and that bitch Maureen?" she screamed.

Part of me wanted to defend Maureen; but thankfully I stopped myself before saying anything. I could only imagine if I'd said something to her about calling Maureen a bitch, what other problems that would have caused.

"Ok Kristin, you have to understand," I tried reasoning with her.

"Joanne, I don't have to fuckin' understand anything," she harshly spouted.

"Ok," I started, talking rather slow and cautiously, "Well, last night I went to the cemetery and Maureen ended up showing up there. And we ended up leaving together because it started raining. Well I asked her to come back to the hotel with me so that we could talk. Well after we started talking," I took a deep breath, "we kissed. And then we ended up in bed together." I held my breath, preparing myself for what Kristin would say next.

"Joanne," she was using her lawyer voice, questioning a witness, "was she there when I called?"

I gulped, "yes," I quietly answered.

"So you were in bed, naked, with your ex-girlfriend while you were talking to me?" her voice was now going to pissed off mode. I didn't want to answer her; but my silence provided her with the answer. "Joanne I can't believe you."

"Kristin, I love you." I sounded pitiful, begging her to believe me.

"Joanne, I love you too, but how could you cheat on me?" she sounded defeated.

"I messed up."

"I'd say you messed up big time."

"Kristin please we have to talk about this. My flight leaves tomorrow morning, and then we can sit down and talk about it." I was pleading with her to give me a chance to explain everything to her.

"I don't know Joanne," she sighed.

"Just please talk to me. And then if you want me gone, I'll go." Tears were now rolling down my face.

"Maybe," she coldly responded. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course honey anything," I eagerly answered.

"Do you still love her?"

"I guess a part of me always will," I quietly told her. "But Kristin you have to believe that I love you."

"I'll see you tomorrow Joanne," she softly said as she hung up the phone. I thought about calling her back, but decided against it; not wanting to push my luck.

As I hung my phone up, I heard the doorman calling up to my room.

"Ms. Jefferson, you have a visitor."

"Who is it?" I curiously responded.

"It's a Maureen Johnson."

I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes. I thought about telling him to send her away then I thought no I should at least talk to her, but look what happened the last time she came here to talk. My head was starting to hurt.

"Ms. Jefferson you still there?" the doorman's voice calmly came back through the intercom.

"Oh yes sorry," I apologized, "you can send her up."

What in the hell am I doing?

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