Title: Thats Where Love Will Be

Author: Me and BroadwayBaby4205

Summary: Angel and Tom's daughter must go through the pain and hassle of her freshman year at highschool. She's facing homophobes that bag on her parents, coming out of the closest, friends, and fights, and maybe a helping of true love? Meanwhile: Mark struggles with coming to grips with the fact that he may not be the same person he was when he was dating Muaren. Mimi and Roger prepare to bring a new life into the world, how will the rest of the BoHo's respond? Maureen and Joanne take on the task of rson. Angel/Collins, Mimi/Roger, Mark/OC, MoJo, and of course Ashlynn and Leah.

Rating: T

Fandom: RENT

Disclaimer: I own Ashlynn, Leah, Alicia, Miguel, but no one else. I mean I guess I own the three big guys, but I don't really want to you know? I own Billy too, but I hate him so it dosent count.

Authors notes:Okay, so I have a completely valid excuse for it taking me so long to update! BLAME BROADWAYBABY4205!! It's all her fault!! No, not really. It was worth the wait, really. I promise she did a bang up job. (Please don't kill me Cangel!) And the surprise at he end is way worth it too, even my bwbby-chica dosen't know whats going to happen at the end. She also tried to be a beta, but i dont have very good listening skills, so nothing changed. Also, i cheated a little bit when It came to writing the vows, I found them on a vows website, and the ceremony is a compilation of different unions. I think Civil, and blessed. So there! LOve you all!! Peace!

Inside the sanctuary, Tom's POV.

The music started to play and I couldn't seem to breathe. Ashlynn and Roger walked down the aisle to the slow music playing, arm in arm. The three white roses that we had gotten for the bridesmaids brought together the ensamble quite nicely. Roger smiled at me and winked. Ashlynn looked like she was going to cry. Roger took his place next to me and Ashlynn stood a few feet away from me.

Next came Mark and Mimi. Mimi looked like she was already crying. I shook my head. For just having a baby, Meem's looked good. Mark was looking good but his hands seemed bare without his camera. Miguel and Leah came down after Mimi and Mark, a little akwardly because he was in a wheelchair. She looked just as beutiful as Ash did, and she dutifullly took her place next to Mimi. Next to come down the aisle was Maureen with our ring bearer and flower girl. Isabella looked so cute, and Maureen just looked like shit, pretty shit, but still shit. The pink dress she was wearing barely skimmed her thighs. I shook my head. Only Maureen would wear a strapless dress that was that slutty to a wedding.

The wedding march started o play and my breath caught in my throat. Angel. My Angel. Her dress barely touched the floor, letting me glimpse the conservitive close toed heels. I smiled, a triangular flap of fabric pulled across the would be chest of the dress, it was covered in beads and bunched up on the side. Angel had bought a new wig for the occassion, a long, dark brown. The color of her natural hair, it was in corkscrew curls. I smiled. Her veil was fluttering over her face as she walked.

I forgot how to breathe.

Then she was standing beside me, and Roger was lifting up her veil. I smiled when I saw that she was crying already. We lit the unity candle and faced each other.

"We are gathered here today to witness the union of these two in holy matrimony." The pastor turned to me. "I believe the couple has written their own vows, Thomas?"

"Oh, yeah." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a peice of paper. "Angel, you have filled my world with meaning. You have made me so happy and more fulfilled as a person. Thank you for taking me as I am; loving me, and welcoming me into your heart. I promise to always love you, respect you as an individual, and to be faithful to you forever. Today I choose you to be my partner, and commit myself to you for the rest of my life." I muttered. Angel's eyes were filled with unspillt tears and I reached my hand up to thumb them away before they could fall.

"Angel?"

"Thomas, when I met you I was confused! With the way I lived my life and by how much I loved you. I stand here today, in front of our little family, to give myself to you. Before you, life had no meaning. I was a drifter in search of a home. Now I've found it and I can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you. On this day I pledge to you my love and happiness." I cupped both of her hands in mine.

"Do you, Thomas take Angel to be your partner in all things, to love and trust, care for and cherish?" The pastor looked at me.

"I do."

"Do you, Angel take Thomas to be your partner in all things, to love and trust, care for and cherish?" He looked at Angel, who was letting tears drip freely off her face.

"I do." He smiled at us.

"Will the attendents for the bride and groom please come forth with the rings?" Ashlynn stepped up to Angel and placed a simple gold wedding band into her hand. Roger pressed and indentical band into my right hand.

"Thomas, please repeat after me: I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unity and love."

"Angel, I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unity and love." I smiled into Angel's eyes as I slipped the ring onto her left ring finger.

"Angel, please repeat after me: I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unity and love."

"Thomas, I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unity and love." Angel smiled broadly as she slipped the ring onto my finger.

"I now pronounce you commited partners in the eyes of god, and the state of New York!" The pastor grinned at me. "You may now kiss your bride!" I pulled Angel to me and crushed my lips to hers. She giggled and slipped her arms around my neck. We pulled apart to see Ashlynn and Leah sharing a soft kiss beside of us.

"I present to you all: Thomas and Angel Collins!" Angel and I threw our hands up into the air, still not letting go of each other and the rest cheered.

Everything was a blur as we rushed outside and felt ourselves getting showered with rice from our friends. Ashlynn and Leah came out behind us, hands joined. The four of us made to climb in the limo but Angel stopped us.

"I have to throw my boquet!" I rolled my eyes, but the girls backed up with the rest of the gang and Angel turned around. She chucked the pink roses and then turned away. She laughed out loud as a furiously blushing Mark caught them. Then all of us filed into the limo. Mimi and Alicia carried on a conversation in rapid spanish, but Angel and I just stared into each other's eyes. We didn't even notice as we pulled to a stop in front of the community center.

I realised where we were and laughed. "Time for the reception lover." Angel nodded and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"I love you." I nodded and pressed another kiss to her cheek.

"I love you too." We allowed everyone else to climb out before I helped Angel out of the limosuine.

Community center, Angel's POV

I sighed to myself as Collins spun me around the dance floor which was actually just an area in the community center we had designated for dancing.
I felt as if I was literally floating on a cloud. Nothing I had ever experienced could even begin to compare to not only this moment but this
entire day.

"You're quiet," Collins commented.

"Aren't you observant," I replied, smiling.

"What are you thinking about?" Collins asked.

"Nothing," I vaguely responded, eyeing his frustrated expression.

"Seriously," he persisted.

"Honestly?" I inquired.

"Honestly," he probed in response.

"I know how completely clichéd this is going to sound, but this is by far the greatest night of my life. No question about it. I've never been so
incredibly happy in my life," I admitted.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Collins replied and I felt a slow blush creep over my cheeks.

Dance floor, Mimi's POV

"Hello," Roger smirked, snaking his arms around my waist.

"Hello to you too," I replied, whirling around before planting a kiss on his cheek, "Have you seen Isabella?"

Roger simply motioned in response and I saw Mark and Miguel dancing with her, she was perched precariously on Mark's hip, while he danced along side Miguel. The sight was completely priceless. Especially the Mark dancing part. Not to mention something else was severely wrong with this picture.

"Roger?" I asked.

"Mhm." he responded.

"Where is Maureen?" I asked.

"What do I look like? A fucking compass?" he responded, half jokingly.

"Seriously, Rog. She's not dancing. That means she's most likely dead or having sex in a broom closet right now." I observed.

"And they say Maureen's the drama queen," he grumbled as I rolled my eyes, "She's over there."

He motioned toward the corner of the room and sure enough, there was Maureen, dead asleep on the floor in her pale pink dress.

"And this is why one should never drink before a wedding," I giggled.

"Hypocrite," Roger teased.

"Shut up," I retorted.

"Hey, so there is an upside to Maureen having the greatest hangover known to man," Roger began, his lips curling into a smirk.

I raised my eyebrows in response, anticipating his epiphany.

"The broom closet is available," he pointed out.

I smirked. Screw weddings. The receptions were always the best part.

Off to the side of the dance floor, Ashlynn's POV

"C'mon, Ash, what do you say we go dance with Mark and Miguel?" Leah propositioned.

"I think the speeches start soon", I explained to my girlfriend.

As if on cue, I saw my mother approaching me with my dad in close pursuit.

"Congratulations", I hollered, engulfing both my parents in an enormous hug.

"Thanks, sweetie", mom responded, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my hair.

"So, how does it feel to be married?" I laughed.

"Amazing," she responded, giving my father a knowing smile.

"Is it time for the speeches yet?" I asked.

"Hm, whenever you're ready," she told me.

"I might as well get it over with," I smiled, picking up my water glass and banging a fork against it.

No reaction.

I cleared my throat.

No reaction.

"Hey, people! Over here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

As if on cue, everyone turned there attention to me.

"I would like to propose a toast," I began, "My parents are two of the greatest people I know. They are always there for me and I know that they love me unconditionally. However, their love for each other never ceases to amaze me. They've been together for so long and they've still managed to never fall out of love or lust for that matter." A laugh erupted from the crowd. "So, to Thomas and Angel Collins! May their spark never die!" I finished, raising my glass and a wave of agreement erupted from the crowd before I took a seat next to Leah.

"Great job, honey", mom praised as she approached us yet again.

"Thank you," I replied, smiling.

"Where's Roger? He should probably give his speech now?" she asked.

"Oh, I'll go find him," I offered.

"I'll stay here," Leah told me as I rose to my feet.

I continued walking until I found Joanne.

"Hey, Aunt Jo, have you seen Roger?" I asked.

"He and Mimi went that way a little while ago," she shared, motioning toward the corner of the room.

"Thanks," I thanked before heading in that direction.

They were nowhere do be found, but I saw a door in the corner of the room. Having no idea where it led to or what it was, I swung it open and immediately wished I hadn't.

Broom Closet, Mimi's POV

I moaned as Roger kissed my neck.

"This is a really bad idea", I gasped, "Someone could walk in. Like Ashlynn."

"No one's going to", he coaxed, placing soft kisses along my jaw line while slowly snaking his hand up my thigh to pull my dress over my head.

All of a sudden, the door swung open and before stood Ashlynn.

"Oh my god," she gasped, immediately looking the other direction, "I am so sorry, it's just it was time for Roger's speech and-"

"It's fine," I replied, fixing my dress and running a hand through my messy hair as Roger slid his jacket back on, buttoning up his shirt.

"I guess I should, um, give my speech", Roger announced.

"Okay", I replied, "I should check on Isabella".

Ashlynn POV

What could be more awkward then walking in on your aunt and uncle about to do it? Yeah. Pretty much nothing topped that.

Roger had given his speech and the cake had been cut. I was twirling around the dance floor with Leah and my parents weren't far off spinning as if they were in a dream. I had always wished I could be as in love with someone as they were with each other. I looked at Leah and smiled. I think I finally found it.

Thrid person POV

She swayed gently to the music watching her friends dance and have a good time, her hands were clsped in front of her neck like she was praying, the figure behind her smiled and wrapped a pair of thin arms around her. She gasped slightly but her companion slenced her with a kiss. She smiled.

"Oh it's just you." She whispewred, leaning back into the warm body. "Love you."

"Love you too." A hand reached into a pocket and pulled out a small, black, box. "Marry me Mimi."