Holy crap, it's been like four years since I've updated this thing, so if anyone is still out there reading this, God bless you! If not, and I'm just tossing this out into oblivion, well that's my fault. I do hope you enjoy, and as always, read respond and enjoy!

The chaos following Mimi's confronting Mark then storming out of the building rivaled that of the LA riots…not that Judas had been there personally, but he had seen it on TV and heard about it enough. Stores were looted, people were killed, and entire blocks were reduced to nothing more than ashes. Yeah, that sounded a lot like Mimi's temper right now. He was only glad that he had managed to avoid most of the brunt of her anger, which was more than he had expected. Sure, he hadn't been involved with it. He hadn't told Roger to kiss Mark, nor did he tell Mark to tell Mimi that she wasn't good for her boyfriend or whatever crazy shit he had told her that caused her to rip the balls out of every guy that she'd run into since the whole event.

Sometimes he seriously wishes that he didn't care so god damn much about his friends, he really does. You wouldn't guess it just by looking at hi bad ass exterior, but he is a softie. What always happens is that when his friends are going through any serious amount of drama, he will feel exactly what they are feeling. When his friends are happy, he is happy…so likewise, when his friends are hating their lives and wanting to through furniture through windows, he finds himself unable to stay happy and focused. He can't concentrate, can't think, and he is beginning to wonder what the fuck he had gotten himself into when he started handing out advice to Mark and to Roger. What if something he said led to this fight? What if he is the reason that his friends are at odds with each other? Because even Roger and Mark aren't on very good terms right now; their conversations awkward and forced and often times ended by Roger sulking into his room and playing guitar for the next few hours.

Judas didn't realize it until now how much time he had been spending with the MOD Squad for the past few months. Now that he is stepping back from everyone and taking some time for himself he finds that he has no clue what the fuck to do with his time. Normally he would go see if Mark or Roger was busy, or if all else failed, give Mimi a call just to see if she felt like enjoying his company that day or hated his guts that day. Either way it would usually be amusing. Now he can't bring himself to get near that whole situation; he is trying to calm his nerves and actually regain his ability to eat again, so being around the people who were going through so much shit would sort of be counterproductive. In any case, he is pretty sure that they don't really want his help anyway.

Trudging into his living room, he grabs his guitar en route to the couch, tuning it for a few seconds as he places it in his lap. Playing guitar always helps him, no matter what is wrong with him. escape his life and his thoughts and all of the shit that was going on. His fingers glided effortlessly and fluidly across the strings as he played one of his favorite songs to play when he was trying to calm down. "Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner…sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in. The City of Angels. Lonely as I am, together we cry…" He sings in a voice not nearly as good as Roger's is, but good enough to handle a song like this.

"I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day, take me to the place I love, take me all the way. I don't ever wanna fe-" His singing is cut off by a knock on his door. "Motherfucker." He mutters, running his hand through his hair and very much wanting to rip it out by the roots. He doesn't really have all that many friends, at least not who would randomly stop by his place without telling him that they were coming beforehand. "Who the fuck is visiting me, I'm having a shitty day. Someone shoot me in the face, take my pain away." He sings in the tune of the chorus of Under the Bridge as he walks over to the front door and opens it up, blinking a few times when he sees who is standing there.

"Mimi…what the hell are you doing here?" He asks, knowing full well how rude that sounds, but he is too amazed at the simple fact that she is here to care all that much. Normally he associates Mimi with an emotional endurance trial, like a mix between taking the SATs and watching a five hour comedy/horror/drama movie. He really isn't ever sure whether it's a happy story or an all-out massacre until the very end of their time together. Most of the times it's rather amusing, because while he usually isn't an aggressive or argumentative person by nature, who doesn't enjoy a no holds barred fight with an insane Latina every once in a while? Right now, however, he didn't think he could handle getting curses spat at him in a language he didn't understand.

"Where's your manners, Judy?" She asks with a small smirk on her lips, using the nickname that she gave him soon after they met, one that he doesn't really like all that much. Hell, that's probably the reason she uses it so much, she gets a rise out of bothering him.

"I don't have any manners, I left 'em all behind." Judas says, turning around and walking into his apartment. What he wants to do is politely suggest that she fuck off, but he knows that she isn't going to listen. If she wants to bother him, she's going to, he might as well just come to terms with that. "You know me, I'm just in a New York state of mind."

"Don't get cute with me."

"Can't fight nature, babe."

"Yeah I know…that's why I came here…" Mimi says softly, her voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. It's a tone of voice he's heard plenty of times but one he never thought he would hear coming from Mimi of all people.

Judas is so surprised by this suddenly change in her tone towards him he almost isn't sure that he heard her right. Normally that's the tone of voice that she uses when she's crawling all over Roger, claiming him as her property when Mark is around…so why the hell is she using it with him? "Um…are you feeling alright?"

"Actually, I'm feeling wonderful. Amazing." Mimi says softly in that sultry voice, resting her hands on his chest, licking her lips as she looks up into his eyes, her own chocolate brown filled with want and lust.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks her, voice sputtering just a little bit as he tries to keep himself from feeling as turned on by this as he is. She's getting so close to him, and she has this purr to her voice when she talks and holy shit, her knee is between my thighs! He pushes her lightly away from him and walks away from her, shoving his hands into his pockets to stop the bulge in his jeans from showing. "You can't…you and Roger…you don't even like me."

"Well, Roger hasn't exactly let our relationship stop him from fucking his boytoy…" Mimi retorts coolly, following after Judas and pressing him against the wall, hands at his chest once more. "Besides…who says you have to like someone to have amazing…hot…" She mutters into his ear, biting down gently on his earlobe and tugging. "Steamy, sweaty sex with them?" She breathes that last part into his ear, causing his knees to buckle slightly.

He doesn't know how the hell she knew exactly where to go, which buttons to press to make him weak in the knees and cause his defenses to crumble like a house of cards, or maybe she's just as good as Roger always used to brag about, but he doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to hold her back if she keeps going on like this. "You shouldn't…it's not…" He sputters out as she rolls her tongue around in his ear, her hand grabbing him between his legs. "Roger's my…my best friend and you-" He tries to protest, though his words get cut off when she presses her finger to his lips before placing a small, almost sweet kiss to them.

"Yeah I know, bros before hoes." Mimi says with a roll of her eyes, beginning to sink down to her knees. "But a bro wouldn't be on his knees in front of you about to suck your cock, now would he?" She asks him before pulling his zipper down with her teeth.

"Well." He says, his voice shaking even worse than before as she gets closer and closer to him, his jeans and boxers coming down. "Considering it's Roger, you never kno-oh my god!"

Mark can't remember the last time the loft has been this damn quiet, it's almost eerie. It's insane, because while most of the inhabitants of the loft have gone their separate ways, it's still the HQ, central command sort of place. Whenever there was a grand meeting of all of their friends it always happens at the loft, even if Collins' place is bigger than it. Maybe it's for sentimental reasons, everyone likes to pretend that so much time hasn't gone by, that somehow things weren't nearly as complicated back then as they were now. That's the funny thing about the lives of the boho boys, things hardly ever get less complicated, it's just a different type of complicated.

Aside from working and sleeping, it seems lately that Mark's day is filled with…nothingness. It's funny how he doesn't realize just how lucky he is until certain things are taken away. Roger being around and talking to him and messing with him has always been a given, a part of his everyday life, something that he never thought that he would be without. Now, there's nothing but silence and the loft feels so empty and he was just…alone. It was that same feeling over again that he was completely alone, only this time it wasn't because life was cruel or some horrible, unfortunate circumstance had befallen him and his friends…no, this time it was his fault.

Mark had been praying for something, anything to happen to him, maybe the roof on the loft fall down onto his head, anything to break the silence that had fallen over the loft…so when he hears a knock on the heavy door he actually gets a little excited. Good, someone's coming by. Maybe it's Collins…or Roger. Roger's out at the moment, he might be back. And maybe a miracle will happen and he'll be in a good mood and they'll hug and kiss and make up…then a magical unicorn will come crashing through the window and hand them the cure for AIDS, and Benny will donate all of his money to charity.

Then again…what if it's Mimi. Fuck, he doesn't think that he can deal with another fight. He isn't sure what has been going on between her and Roger but considering the cold shoulder he's been getting from the man lately, he can only assume that they're having more fights. So if it is Mimi, he's definitely not happy about this. Quiet and boredom was definitely preferable to another fight. It was then that Mark decided that it was time for him to stop arguing with himself and actually open up the door, because there was another round of loud knocking. This made him think that it must be Mimi, who else would be pounding the crap out of the door like that?

It's with a shaking hand and a wince on his face at the impending doom that he opens up the door, though when he opens his eyes he sees that it's Mimi at all…but Maureen. He grins at the sight of the diva, letting out a relieved sigh. She hasn't been around for all of this crap so she doesn't know what's going on, therefore he might be able to actually talk to her. "Oh, it's you…I thought it was…well, someone else." He says, leaning against the door way, letting his heart rate return to normal.

"Don't thank your lucky stars just yet, Mark Cohen." Maureen says in a voice cold enough to give him frost bite. She then pushes past him into the loft, her shoulder hitting his making him nearly stumble over onto the floor.

Mark blinks a few times at her less than friendly response, wondering what the hell was going on to make Maureen act this way toward him. "Um…did I miss something? Look, I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now, I'm going through a-"

"Don't you dare give me that shit Mark, you know damn well what you did!" She yells at him, turning around and advancing on him.

In the aftermath of everything that happened between him, Mimi and Roger, he completely forgot what he had done with Bebe…to Bebe. "Oh shit…she told you…"

"Yeah, she told me. She told me that you two fucked. You got her drunk and fucked her!" Maureen spits out at him, having a hard time keeping her temper and volume under control.

"First off, I didn't get her drunk, we were drinking. She's my friend too, if you remember. Actually she was my friend before she was your girlfriend, so us getting together and having drinks isn't a big deal." Mark says, trying to stay calm but beginning to get a little defensive. He knows that he shouldn't be getting angry, he is the one who did wrong, but he's pretty high strung lately so it's difficult for him to stay calm right now. "I didn't mean for it to happen, it just…happened."

"That sort of thing doesn't just happen, you two slept with each other. She cheated on me with you!"

"And I can't even imagine what it feels like to have my girlfriend cheat on me!" Mark yells back at her, snapping suddenly. Here's years of repressed anger suddenly bursting out of him like an alien.

"That's…that's not the same thing!" Maureen retorts, trying not to let his words affect her but nevertheless losing a bit of her righteous anger and bravado.

"Bullshit it's not the same thing! How many did you cheat on me while we were together, huh?"

"Baby…" Maureen says, attempting to show him her best winning, charming smile, though the expression is just a little bit pained. "I mean…come on, it's me. You know how I am. I go out and I party, sometimes I'll sleep with a guy…sometimes I'll sleep with a girl. It's just…who I am. I was there for you in my own way…"

"You've got to be kidding me, that's the worst excuse ever! You couldn't even come up with a decent reason, something that didn't sound like you're the biggest ice bitch in history? You're an actress, at least pretend to care!" Mark blurts out, once again just yelling out at her, the years of repressed emotions bursting out of him like a broken dam.

"I do care about you Mark, why do you think I broke it off with you, I didn't want to cheat on you anymore." She tries to justify. "I mean…come on. It was just a thing, relationships just come and go, I cared about you but we weren't going to get married."

"I loved you! I was in love with you and I did everything for you, and you just let it happen. You let me be your little whipping boy when you were never as serious about it as I was." He says, his voice beginning to drop until he's practically growling through his teeth. "Well, now you know how it feels to be hurt by someone you truly care about. I hope it tastes great."

Mark watches Maureen as she just stands there, staring at him, completely floored. She had never known Mark to unload like that, at least not on her. The fact that he had always kept his thoughts and feelings to himself has always been a bit of a comfort to Maureen, something she had always took advantage of, taken for granted. Anytime there was something wrong with her she could always talk to him, and he would always swallow his feelings in order to help, even though she's wronged him in the past. She never entertained the possibility that it could change, always just thought that she would have him there, never holding what she has done to him against her.

The person she is looking at isn't the same Mark. This is a Mark Cohen who holds her accountable for her actions, instead of just writing it off as Maureen being Maureen and being unable to stay mad at her cute face. The right thing for her to do would be to just swallow up the anger and hurt that his words caused and just apologize…unfortunately, Maureen hasn't changed nearly as much as Mark has.

Folding her arms over her chest, she gets a stern look on her face as she regards him. "Why Mark Cohen, I do believe this is the pot calling the kettle black." She says with an icy tone.

"What are you talking about…"

"Hey, I freely admit to be the first person in this group to do the whole…lying, cheating, sleeping around thing, but you are running up a pretty close second as of late." Maureen says, letting her voice trail off so that she can look at Mark's face, who stares back at her as if he had just been punched in the gut. With the tiniest bit of sick pleasure, she continues. "First you sleep with Roger while he has a girlfriend…and I know that she said it was okay, but we all know that you were enjoying it a whole lot more than you should have been."

"Then you go and sleep with…my girlfriend. You slept with a girl who has a girlfriend, and I don't care how drunk you say you were, you still slept with her." She continues, speaking that last part quickly in case Mark tries to protest…though he finds himself having a hard time stringing words together. "Then you go ahead and sleep with Roger some more even after Mimi tells you not to…and you even go so far as to kiss him right in front of her."

"And here's the kicker." She says with a nice laugh, always the actress and making these little speeches of hers as much like a gripping monologue as she can. "The best part, I bet you don't even feel bad. I did bad things but I always felt bad for them afterward…how does it feel, Mark, to know that you've become worse than me?"

The next few seconds go by in complete silence, and for Mark, feeling like they're going in slow motion. Her words hit him in the face like a tidal wave, almost knocking him onto the floor, unable to decide whether he's more pissed off at her for comparing him to her, or at himself for becoming what he had hated about her for so long. There were so many thoughts going through his head, so many things that he wanted to say, but they were all swirling around in his mind so damn fast that he couldn't articulate them into any thoughts. His head was spinning, so angry and ashamed and frustrated he was starting to feel a little dizzy, he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes to try and bring himself back to earth.

When he puts his glasses back on and his eyes focus yet again, the first thing that he sees is Maureen's smug face, the sight of which angers him all over again. "Out. Get out."

"Mark…come on…" She says softly, a lot less pleased with herself now

"Out now…" His voice is still soft but becoming shakey, as if he's fighting to keep his voice under control.

"I didn't mean-"

"Do I have to say it again?" Mark cuts her off. "I said get the hell out, now! Don't come back!" He yells at her, causing her to scamper out of the loft.

Mark is breathing so heavily he feels like he's going to hyperventilate, staring out of the open door of the loft where Maureen had just stormed out, unable to move for a good minute or so. When he finally comes to, he has just about enough energy to trudge over to the couch and just plop himself down, burying his face in his hands.

Honestly, Judas isn't completely sure how he managed to end up on the floor behind his couch with no clothes on except for a wife beater and one sock. Yeah, he is quite a sight to see right now, on the floor and panting with his hair all mussed up, his limbs unable to move. Basically, he looked like like he got hit by a tornado, which happened to give him a happy ending. He had heard plenty of stories from Roger about how crazy Mimi was in the sack but he never knew that she was like that. He was sure that he had been over exaggerating, there was no way she would do half of the things that he said…well, he was wrong.

For a second there, light headedness takes over and he forgets where Mimi is, where even he is, and the room spins around a bit causing him to close his eyes to try and right himself. When he opens his eyes, he sees Mimi laying face down on his stomach, her back rising and falling with the heavy panting which is the result of the intense and wild sexual act they had just been through together. Without thinking, Judas' hand moves down and rests in her hair, causing Mimi to tense up just a little bit, not really sure what to expect from the man she had just seduced. Even for a few seconds after he began stroking her hair she remains a bit tense, but slowly gives in to the soothing act and relaxes against him once more.

It isn't the sort of thing that either of them were expecting, or what they were used to. Well, Mimi is used to Roger being affectionate with her and everything, but his fingers are familiar, Judas feels different. Not bad, but different. In any case, her boyfriend has been rather distant with her lately, so she was soaking up the attention and affection gladly, trying to tell herself that she's only enjoying the feeling of his fingers and not his company. Judas himself has always been a loner, and living his life from one one night stand to the next usually doesn't afford him the opportunity to cuddle or caress or have any sort of connection of any kind, so it's a pretty new experience for him.

Suddenly, Mimi looks up at him. "So…that was…interesting." She says softly, attempting break the silence that had fallen between them.

"Yeah, I'll say." Judas mumbles softly, beginning to realize that he has just slept with his best friend's girlfriend, causing his fingers to slow down in her hair.

"Well…now that that's over." She says, her voice quick and almost kurt sounding, feeling the tension in the air and not liking it one bit.

She begins to move off of him but Judas speaks up, making her pause in her tracks. "Hey…you don't have to go."

His words cause her to smirk just a little bit, dipping her head to trail kisses along his stomach. "Ready for another go already, rock star?"

Judas chuckles softly as her lips tickle his skin, though he shakes his head, his next words coming out without thinking, or knowing why he is saying them. "I didn't mean for that…I just wanted you to stay…"

"Oh I bet you did…I guess I could stay a little while longer." She murmured softly against his skin, kissing down below his navel, just trying to distract him.

Judas' head falls backward against the floor, eyes closing for a few seconds. He manages to compose himself once more just before her mouth reaches it's final destination, his hand moving through her hair to try and stop her gently. "Hey…I didn't mean it like that." He says, his eyes meeting hers. "I mean…I want you to stay…so we can hang out."

The words are simple enough, but the inflection in his voice betrays a deeper meaning than he meant to let slip, something that Mimi picks up on. Contrary to what some may think, she's not stupid, and the tone in his voice is something she swore she would avoid…and it stirs something in her that she didn't think existed. Part of her wants to stay, and that's what freaks her out the most.

Her decision doesn't require any thought, any debating. All that there is is a short silence before Mimi pushes herself up onto her feet, beginning to gather her clothes from various parts of his living room, leaving Judas lying there, ass naked and at half mast, eyes looking at her with mild shock and intense disappointment. He's honestly never seen anyone get dressed that fast before, and he's starting to think that she somehow mapped out where her clothes went when they were tossed across the room, so now he is wondering how she managed to think about where her clothing was being thrown while still having crazy animal lovin. He would never imply that she didn't have any hidden talents.

"Bye Judas." Mimi says in a sharp, kurt tone before walking out of his apartment.