Well, sorry it's taken me so long to update, I ran out of inspiration for awhile until I watched the Rent: Filmed Live on Broadway…again. Well anyway, hope you like!

After Angel's funeral I moved back in with Joanne, it was perfect besides the fact that even though we made up didn't mean we had our whole Company back, Roger left for Santa Fe doing God knows what, I haven't seen Mimi since the funeral, Collins…well he's still upset about Angel…everyone is actually.

"Mo!" I heard someone yell as the apartment door closed shut.

'My baby is home from work!' I thought, almost screaming out loud, I jumped up from the bed and ran into the living room, Joanne had taken a seat on the couch.

"Pookie, you're home early." I smiled sitting down beside her.

"I know." She said pecking my lips and fixing her paperwork that she brought home, "I wanted to make up for all the lost time."

I gave her a wicked smile, "Not that kind of making up yet, Honeybear. That will happen a little later on." She laughed.

"But Pookie!" I groaned.

"Nope, no butt right now," She laughed again.

"You really can have a dirty mind when you please." I laughed with her getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen.

"Still no sign of Mimi?" She asked as I walk back in with two drinks, handing one to her as I sit back down on the couch.

"No." I answered simply, "What about you, Nothing?"

"Nothing, at all," She replied as I started to kiss and suck on her neck, "Roger still in Santa Fe?"

"Uh-huh," I murmured making my way up her neck, leaving kisses on her jaw line, finally reaching her lips and connecting them with mine.

"Not now, Honeybear." She sighed pulling away, "I still have to finish some work up before we have our fun."

"Fine," I groan, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting.

Joanne was taking forever with her work so I decided to go check up on Mark, they had become "friends", I guess you could say, it kind of freaked me out but whatever, as long as I have my Joanne I'll be fine. I call up to the loft using a payphone close by the window that leads out onto the escape ladder/balcony.

"Hello." A voice whispered, sounding like I just woke them.

"Roger?" I asked, confused.

"Mo!" he laughed, "Need the key?"

"Um, yeah, actually I do." I replied, very confused, when did he get back and why hadn't Mark called and told us?

Roger stepped out on the escape ladder and threw down the key and quickly went back in shivering from the cold wind.

I make my way up to the loft, Mark walking out as I walk in.

"Stay with Roger while I go get a few things for him." He yelled back making his way down the stairs.

I sat down beside Roger on the couch; he started playing Musetta's Waltz on his guitar. Perfect! Now I'm stuck here, listening to this song for the millionth time when I'm supposed to be having my way with Jo. Mark better hurry, he so owes me.

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