Chapter 3: Life Is Yours To Miss

May 20th 1:33PM

The Davis Home

It was Mimi's day off and she decided to stay home all day and watch the Buffy The Vampire Slayer marathon on TV. Roger was at work and Tori was at school, so Mimi was happy to have the house to herself for once. The dancer had just finished her bowel of popcorn when the door bell rang.

"Hey, Mark. What brings you here?" Mimi asked, smiling at husband's her best friend.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Mark asked.

"Sure."

Mimi let the filmmaker into the house and they both sat on the couch. Mark put his face in his hands and began to cry. Mimi knew why he was crying, so, she let him cry for a moment and rubbed his shoulder for support. When Mark took his hands from his face, she studied him for a moment. Mark's appearance had changed a lot in the last five years. He had a full beard, his face looked thin, and he always looked sick.

"I don't know when the last time I saw you crack a smile, honey." Mimi said, sadly. "I miss seeing it."

"I don't have anything to smile about, Mimi. My son keeps getting beat up at school, my youngest daughter keeps asking where her mommy is, my job wants me to move to L.A, and…."

He couldn't finish his sentence without crying again.

"Is there something else wrong?" Mimi asked.

Mark wiped his blood shot eyes. "When Mickey was alive, we had this communication. It was strange, because I never had it with anyone else. I could feel when she was upset or hurt. I would know she was going to tell good news or bad news before she could even open her mouth."

"She had that same connection with you.." Mimi said, looking down at the floor, trying not to cry.

"Mimi, I know this might sound crazy and I know you are going to want to put me in a nut house after you hear this, but…I think Mickey is still alive."

The Life Café

Collins came out of the office and noticed Roger was struggling with his guitar.

"Fuck!" Roger said, taking his hand off the neck of the guitar and using the other hand to rub it.

"Something wrong with your hand, Rog?" Collins asked.

"No…"

"You look like-"

"Collins, I'm fine! Go check on the customers." Roger snapped.

"Whoa man! Need some tampons?"

Roger glared at Collins.

"I don't need fucking tampons." Roger mumbled.

"Relax, man, I'm just messing with you. Have you been to the doctor?"

"For what? There's nothing wrong with me."

"Roger, lately I've been watching you play that thing, non stop." Collins said.

"So, you're spying on me?"

"Only because you're getting old."

"You're a little older than me."

"Really?" Collins asked jokingly. "Listen, I'm going to go back in the kitchen. Take a break and go home for a while, ok?"

"Ok.." Roger said. Before Collins left.

Roger was frustrated and scared. For the last few months, he had had a rough time playing guitar, because his fingers would ache or lock up on him as he played. He figured that by the time he was in his 40's his fingers would go out on him, since he had been playing guitar since he was 12 and hand problems were big in his family, but Roger wasn't ready to put his guitar down.

The Rocker set his guitar down , he took his song book out and began to work on the song he had been working on for weeks. As Roger was writing, her heard a certain Diva enter the loft, talking to herself.

"She's such a fucking bitch!"

"It's not good to talk about yourself like that, Maureen." Roger said, not looking up from song book.

"Shut up! I'm in a bad mood."

"Uh oh….she's in a bad mood too."

Collins, who was about to go talk to the Drama Queen, turned and walked back to where he was.

"What happened?" Roger asked, sitting his pen down onto the book.

"Well, lets see! While we were planning on having another child, the women I've been with for 14 years, has an affair with her 19 year old high school drop out secretary, my agent just left me, my 13 year old daughter is lying to me about being pregnant, and I haven't had sex in 6 months!" Maureen ranted.

The Life Café got quite. All of the customers looked at the corner of the stage, where Maureen and Roger were standing.

"Let's go back in my office and talk." Roger suggested.

When they entered the office, Roger sat in his chair and Maureen sat on his desk.

"Here, have a drink." Roger said, pulling out a bottle from his desk drawer.

He poured the drink into a small glass and handed to her.

"She's still seeing her."

"Who?"

"The mailman…"

"What?"

"Candace!" Maureen said, loudly.

" I thought Joanne said that she was done with her?"

"She lied. I saw them shopping together at that new super store." Maureen said taking a sip of her drink. "You know, Roger? Sometimes think she's trying to get me back for sleeping with Benny…"

"Oh come on, Mo. That one night stand is the reason you two have….or had a beautiful, loving family. Sometimes I think she's happy you and Benny slept together. If that didn't happen, she wouldn't have Scott and Elsie."

"She says I'm being a hypocrite."

"No, you're not. There's a difference between having a one night stand and having an affair. You and Benny were drunk when the two of you had sex. Joanne wasn't drunk when she was sleeping around with Candace. She knew what she was doing was wrong." Roger said. "Like when I slept with Mickey…I knew it was wrong…the guilt still haunts me everyday.."

"She knew it was wrong too." Maureen said sadly. "I really miss her. She would know exactly what to do."

"Me too."

Angel came into the office.

"Hey, Angel." They greeted.

"I heard that the two of you were in a bad mood." Angel said sitting in Collins chair.

"I'm fine. Collins is just over reacting." Roger said, with a smile.

"I'm not fine! Angel, Joanne is still seeing Candace."

"Are you serious?" Angel was surprised.

"Yes! They were at that new super store!"

"Maybe they were getting new office supplies?"

"Joanne always orders her office supplies." Maureen began to cry.

"Aww Chica." Angel said getting up to hug her.

Roger walked around his desk and hugged her too.

"I'm sure there's a good reason they were at the store together." Roger said.

The Davis Home

"Mark, I really want to believe that Mickey is alive too, but you and I both know, she's gone. She's been gone for 5 years." Mimi said, standing up.

"There was a great chance of her surviving and you know it!" Mark said, standing up too.

Mimi didn't want Mark to start giving her hope, she didn't want to believe it, because she didn't want to be disappointed. The dancer had had dreams of her sister being alive and would wake up and realize she was still dead.

"We all thought Kate was dead. Remember?" Mark asked

"Yeah, but we thought she drowned. We saw Mickey fade away, Mark."

"Mimi, do you ever get that feeling that Mickey is still alive?"

"…Yes."

"Then help me."

"Help you what?"

"Help me find Mickey."

A/N: I'm not going to be updating for about a week, because I don't know how I'm going to do the next few chapters. I don't want to center this story too much around the Boho kids, so you wont see too much of them in the next few chapters . Please review and tell me what you think :D