Author's Note: Wow…the last chapter. I can't believe I'm writing it. Sorry, little emotional on account of being sick, tired, and listening to Finale B in hopes of learning every single note Mark sings. So far it's going well. I've got to learn Love Heals, a little Seasons of Love (notes only), Seasons of Love B, some Life Support, some Will I, and about 2 words of La Vie Boheme B. I'm on a roll. Obviously, I know all the words to the songs I just need to work on Mark's part only.

Disclaimer: Wow, the final disclaimer…it's almost as sad as the thought that I don't own…

Thanks to crzyRENThead (Patsy) for the idea of Mark's mom going totally insane over Symphony not being Jewish. She's been a great motivator with reviews and ideas! Drop by her page and read some of her fics, they're better than mine!

Mark's POV (his loft, a few days later)

I looked around the loft taking it all in. It was early morning and Roger wasn't up yet. I sat on the couch, deep in thought.

I had my friends and now a…girlfriend. Life should have been perfect. The only flaw? Today was the day of my mother's monthly call. Yes, she still called. Yes, I hated it. Yes, Roger and Collins made me put it on speaker so they could listen. Although she wouldn't be calling for another few hours I was already nervous. Today, I'd have to tell her about Sym.

I wasn't sure how she'd take it. I mean, she'd probably be happy I'd found someone, and it would get Cindy to stop think I was gay with Roger and that Mimi was a cover up, but Symphony wasn't Jewish. My mom was always very serious about stuff like that. Cindy had never gone out with someone who wasn't Jewish, so I couldn't look there for advice. For brother and sister, Cindy and I had been pretty close, but when I moved out to live with Roger, we grew apart. Now Cindy was married and living in another state.

I got up and walked over to the kitchen, no sense dwelling on that fact now. I got a glass of water and sipped it quietly anticipating the day to come. Roger would be up any minute and within moments of that Mimi would be here with Symphony. Mimi and Roger were like that. It was almost as if they knew exactly what the other was thinking sometimes.

There was a brief knock on the door before Collins and Angel entered hand in hand. "Hey Cohen." Collins said sitting on the couch. Angel sat next to him after insisting on giving me a hug.

"Mark," Roger said coming in from his room. "It's that time of the month again."

Collins grinned. "So it's true; Mark is a girl."

Roger nodded. "How are we going to tell Sym?"

I walked over and hit him lightly. "Shut it, Davis."

The rest of the morning went on fine. Symphony and Mimi came moments later. I kissed Symphony on the cheek without making a fool of myself and Roger acted amazed. Maureen and Joanne came right before ten thirty. At ten forty-five the phone rang.

"Oh God," I groaned beginning to get up. Everyone gathered around the phone.

"Mark! What would you're mother say?" Roger shook his head. "Speaker please."

"Yes, Your Majesty." I muttered, but I did as I was told. "Hi, Mom."

"Oh Mark!" My mother said, and the questions began. "How are things? Are you over Maureen yet? How's Roger holding up? Have you been eating?"

I took a deep breath. "In this order. Yes, yes, great, and someone's making me."

"Roger? Or maybe Angel? Or Collins?"

I blushed and looked away from my friends. "Uh…actually I'm kind of dating someone again…"

"Kind of?" I heard Mimi whisper. Symphony shushed her.

My mother ignored the comment. "Oh Marky! That' s so great! What's she like? Is she cute and polite? Is she smart? Would you like to bring her to Hanukkah?"

To my dismay Roger say, "What makes you so sure it's a her?"

I heard my mother gasp. "What? Mark it had better be or so help me—"
After shooting Roger a glare I replied, "Mom, Mom, it's fine. Roger was only joking. Her name's Symphony. She's beautiful and clever. She's also an aspiring writer." I smiled at Symphony as I said it. She blushed.

I could practically hear my mother bouncing up and down. "Is she there? May I speak with her?"

"Do you have to?" I couldn't keep the disgust from my tone.

"Mark we have to speak sometime! How about it Symphony? Would you like to come?"

Symphony froze. "Well, I-I'd love to, but you, you see…" She trailed off awkwardly.

I stepped in for her. "Um…Mom, the thing is…she's, uh, not Jewish."

My mother gasped. "What? Mark is there something going on? Something I should know? First Maureen, now this? What's going on?"

Maureen put her hands on her hips. "What's wrong with me?"

I looked at my friends for some help. I got none. I looked at Symphony. Her eyes were glistening and Angel had an arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

"Mark." My mother's voice was tight.

I closed my eyes unable to look at Symphony. "I'm fine Mom. We'll talk later."

"Mark? What's wrong?"

"I said we'll talk later." I opened my eyes searching for Symphony. She was gone. "Where is she?" I whispered.

"Mark Cohen!" My mother scolded.

I shook my head. "Mom, I have to go." And I hung up. I looked to Angel. "Where?" Angel nodded to my room.

Roger walked up to me. "Hey man, I'm sorry if I—"

I waved him off. "No, you're fine. I've got to go." I slowly made my way to my room. Inside it was pitch black, but I could make out Symphony lying in my bed the blanket up to her shoulders with her back to me.

I froze in the doorway unsure how to proceed. What was I supposed to say? Oh, sorry Sym, my mother's a crazy bitch, but no one listens to her anyway? Uh no. Usually, I wouldn't have been to blown up about something like this, but it obviously bothered Symphony.

"Sym?" I asked carefully.

She didn't move.

I stepped closer. "Sym, I know you're awake." I walked around to the other side of the bed to see her face and knelt down so she was at eye level. Her lips were in a tight line, her eyes red, and a single tear ran down her bottom cheek. I shook my head and leaned against the bed looking at the wall, unwilling to believe I'd caused this. "I'm so sorry. It's just…" I stopped unsure of how to go on.

I heard the door squeak and Angel walked in silently taking a seat by Symphony's feet.

"I should have known something like this would happen." I said.

"But you're not letting this come between you are you Mark?" Angel asked.

I was so glad she was there. "Of course not. We've gone this far, we're not stopping now, a-are we Sym?"

I looked back at her worried I'd messed up. She sat up slowly so my head was near her knee. I could feel her absently run her hand through my hair. "I hope not, Mark."

Roger's POV (Other room same time)

"Wow, I hope they're okay," Joanne said. Mark and Symphony had been in there for awhile and Angel had just left to offer support.

Mimi sighed and sat beside me on the couch. "Poor Mark, he's finally happy and then…" My beautiful dancer trailed off sniffling slightly. I reached for her hand.

"They'll make it." I comforted her. "Right Collins?"

Collins nodded. "Sym's a fighter and Mark, well, you know Mark. He won't stop either."

"I know Mark's mom," Maureen said. "She's a real character, but I think she'll get over it."

We all sat in silence praying to any god or goddess we could think of that she'd be right.

Author's Note: Okay so the ending's awful, but for the record, I'm sick and if I went farther this chapter would be 12 pages, so I guess there'll be more…assuming you want more!