hey guys! sorry it has taken me so long to start writing again...as many of you know i haven't had internet until recently. hopefully this isn't too bad, i'm a little out of practice and i wrote this kinda late. but hey i got it updated fairly soon and hopefully i continue being able to update quickly. still not really sure where i'm taking this story but i'm sure you guys will help me out with some suggestions (more than just get maureen back together with joanne please). hope you enjoy!

(Joanne's POV)

As I watched Maureen disappear behind the elevator doors I wanted so badly to grab hold of the door, stopping it from shutting completely. But for some reason my body never moved; I just stood there as I heard Maureen screaming that she loved me and wasn't giving up on us…part of my prays that she doesn't give up on us. I do her love her, there's no doubt about that; but I love Kristin too. Maureen had quit on us the first time not me; Kristin wasn't quitting on us, she was willing to try…that's more than Maureen was willing to do…back when we broke up. This Maureen though, she's different. But in a good way…maybe it's true distance does make the heart grow fonder.

(Maureen's POV)

I raced down the stairs; not something I typically would do, but I was hoping to reach the ground floor before Joanne and stop her. I can't let her leave New York, not again.

By the time I reached the bottom floor I was breathless and my heart was pounding in my throat; easily the most exercise I've done in years. Frantically I raced for the elevator doors trying to see if I was in time. Impatiently I waited for doors to open. I'm positive the old couple standing beside me was getting very annoyed by my tapping foot on the floor, but who the hell cares.

The elevator dinged signaling its arrival. I held my breath, praying with every piece of me that Joanne would step out. Slowly the doors opened; an empty elevator shown before me. My heart sunk.

"Here you go Ms. Jefferson, have a nice flight," I faintly made out someone saying from behind me. As I quickly turned around I saw Joanne walking out the main doors; a cab driver waiting to place her luggage in the trunk.

I raced through the crowded lobby; I think I knocked some lady down and spilled some man's drink…I'm not really sure.

"Joanne, wait," I just kept screaming, hoping that she'd hear me and not get inside that cab. "Joanne!" I let out one final plea as I pushed my way through the front door and watched Joanne's cab pull out into traffic.

"Shit!" I was quickly hailing my own cab, heading to the only place I knew that would be of some benefit to me at the moment.

(Joanne's POV)

"Which airline ma'am?" the cab driver asked me in the typical English-ish language cab drivers are known for.

"United please," I politely responded, settling back down in the back seat, staring out onto the busy New York City streets as we quickly made our way to the airport.

Two scenes kept replaying in my mind: hearing Kristin's voice once she had figured out that I had cheated on her and Maureen standing on the other side of that elevator door screaming she loved me. I love them both; I don't know what to do. My mind tells me without doubt that I should choose Kristin…my heart on the other hand isn't so sure. Kristin and I are great together…I do love her, she makes me so happy. And then there's Maureen who…know quit Joanne, you are going back to Chicago, you are going to work this out with Kristin.

"That'll be $30 with the toll ma'am," the cab drivers voice brought me back into reality, realizing that I was at the airport.

"Oh here, keep the change," I was quickly getting out and gathering my luggage from the trunk and rushing inside to check in and hopefully make my flight.

(Maureen's POV)

"Mark, Mark. Let me in!" I screamed as I pounded on his door.

"What is it?" he frantically asked as the door swung open. I could tell he was a little perturbed, yet he seemed a little concerned…I hoped.

"I need your help," I proclaimed as I rushed into their apartment heading straight for the phone book.

"What is going on?" a look of complete confusion had now masked the anger and concern.

"I need your credit card," I told him, not taking my eyes off of the phone book pages as I flipped through them trying to find airline numbers.

"Umm, may I ask why?"

"Here," I screamed finding the listings of several airline companies, "please Mark. Joanne left she went back to Chicago to try and work it out with Kristin."

"So," he shrugged.

"I have to stop her, she belongs with me, not Kristin."

"Maureen in kind of seems to me that Joanne has chosen Kristin, maybe you are just going to have to deal with that."

"No, I won't," I assertively responded. "I love her and I know she loves me. She will choose me Mark, she loves me and she belongs with me; she knows that."

"I wish I could believe you Maureen. But when Kristin found out about the two of you Joanne could have easily just chosen you then and let Kristin go, but she didn't; she rushed out of her and apparently has caught the quickest flight back there to be with her."

Hearing Mark talk like this almost wanted to make me cry. He was making a good point and he was always a big believer in people who belong together being together; obviously he no longer thought Joanne and I belonged together.

"Mark, please," I was begging. "I'll pay you back as soon as possible. I just need to get to Chicago, I have to talk to her…no interruptions this time." My eyes were pleading with him, "I love her Mark," I softly added.

"Fine, here you go," he reached out his credit card to me, "Maureen just please understand that Joanne may not choose you."

"She will Mark, I know she will." I leaned over and kissed his cheek and then quickly began dialing numbers trying to find the earliest flight to Chicago.

(Joanne's POV)

"We are now boarding all passengers for Flight 3922 to Chicago at gate B-32," I heard a lady over the loud speaker pronounce. I was waiting until now to board my flight; a small part of me hoping that I'd see Maureen rushing down the corridor coming to stop me, but no luck she wasn't coming. If she would have come, I might have actually stayed.

(Maureen's POV)

"Have a nice flight ma'am," the security guard said as I walked past him after clearing through security.

"Flight 2091 to Chicago, gate B-35, departing at 12:45 pm," I read aloud from my ticket. A part of me was hoping that this would be the same flight Joanne was on, but I highly doubted it. By what she had said at the hotel her flight should be leaving about midnight.

"Final boarding call for Flight 3922 to Chicago boarding at gate B-32," a woman's voice said over the loud speaker.

"Excuse me," a man said as he ran into me, "late for my flight," he continued on as she kept on running pointing up to a sign that read "Gate B-32." I just nodded to him and he waved, turned around and ran right into someone else.

I chuckled as I watched the frantic young man help the older lady collect her belongings that he'd just knocked out of her hands. I looked over to his gate and caught a glimpse of a young lady entering the terminal gate; I could swear she looked just like Joanne, but it couldn't be possible could it.

I quickly made my way to the terminal gate, seeing if I could see her still. No luck though, she had already disappeared.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I politely addressed the lady boarding people, "could you tell me if there is a Joanne Jefferson on this flight?"

"Sorry Miss, that's confidential information."

"Oh yes of course. Well then is there any way I could get on this flight to Chicago, mine doesn't leave for almost another hour?"

"Sorry Miss all booked up on this one," she shrugged and went back to punching on her computer.

"Thanks anyway," I politely responded as I walked away from the counter, taking one more glance through the terminal gate hoping to see if anyone was there before I headed off to my gate.

I reached my gate and quietly took a seat by the window, watching all the planes taking off. I started wondering if Joanne was on any of them or if she was thinking of me.

so what did you think? hope it wasn't too bad. please review. and if any of you have any suggestions for a oneshot topic let me know...been wanting to take a stab at one but haven't come up with any ideas. thanks for reading!