Title: Thats Where Love Will Be

Author: Me

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: Patientance is a virtue! I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I have left you guys hanging for so so long. I have had so much shit to deal with this past few months... I miss my readers! I'm sorry.

Hospital Room, Ashlynn's POV

I lifted my head off Leah's lap and looked around the room, frowning. Dad was seeping again, his heart rate monitor beeping steadily, but Mom still hadn't woken up. I rubbed my eyes, still fighting tears. It had been six days since the accident and every day that passed lowered the chance that Mom would ever wake up. I strectched and walked over to Dad's bed.

"Daddy?"

"Mhm."

"Daddy?"

"Mhm." I kissed his forehead. The damge was worse than we had originally thought, and his concussion was very severe. It hurt him to talk to much, caused him migranes. The ligh hurt his eyes so we had to keep it dim in the room. I noticed he was crying as I touched his cheek.

"Daddy whats wrong?" He sniffed nd opened his eyes.

"I miss your mother." I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, turning to look longinly at my mom.

"I know Daddy, I miss her too."

Hospital room, (Eight days later) Leah's POV

Ashlynn looked at me with tears in her eyes. I frowned. Tom had relasped. It was very tryng and he fell back into a coma. Angel still hadn't woken up yet, and Ashlynn was beside herself.

"How's she doing?" Mark, Miguel, Alicia, and Maureen walked into the room. Maureen went straight to Angel, and touched her face, the swelling had gone down and the bruises were starting t yellow. I put my arms around Ashlynn, holding her closer to me.

We all sat around and talked for an hour when Tom's hand twitched, I wrapped mine around his instinively, but other thaan that he showed no sign of life. Ashlynn had moved over to Angel's bed, and was holding her mothers hand tightly. Ashlynns knuckles were white, and she looked horrible. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, she hadn't even bother brushing it the past few days. Her simple outfit looked all wrong on he. She was wearing one of Angel's dresses, and Tom's sweatshirt thrown over it. It was something I had seen her wear so many times, but now it just looked so wrong. Her eyes were surrounded with dark purple circles and her face was pale.

She had even lost weight, refusing to leave even to eat. I frowned, squeezing Tom's hand, mentally begging him to wake up and make everything better. I sighed.

Hospital room, (Three days later), Maureen;s POV

I smiled sadly and put my hand on Angel's shallow cheek. Everyone was so stressed out. Mimi was distraught, but no one was as unhealthy looking as Ash. Mimi had tears o her eyes and she slowly ran a damp towel over Ashlynn's forhead, follwing it with a kiss. I looked at Joanne, who was touching Tom's brow softly. We'd known for a long time that Angel and Tom were the catalyst that held our family together. Without Angel we would never have met Mimi or Joanne. Without Collins, Angel, Mimi and Joanne, never would have met Mark, Roger or I. Without them we never would have met Ashlynn, our Leah, or Alicia or Miguel. everyone would have been miserable without their soulmates.

What we didnt know was that without them we would slowly fall apart.

Hospital Room ICU, (Five days later), Mimi's POV

I frowned as I stood outside the door that would lead me into my best friends room, clutching a small, handmade pillow in my arms.

With still word on weather or not Angel would ever make a recovery, I had started carrying the frendship pillow around with me. I read and re-read the words handstiched lovingly nto the soft blue fabric. When all else fails, ask Angel.

The only thing was, everything was failing, and I had no way to ask my bestfriend. So I watched, silent tears pourng off my face, as Angel fought for her life.

Hospital room ICU, (Two days later), Mark's POV

I watched from my chair as Mimi starightened things in the room, having finally convinced Ashlynn to go home and get a full nights sleep. Miguel had fallen asleep in the hair next to mine, and the silence gave me a chance to sort through my thoughts.

Collins had been one of my closest friends for years. We knew each other in grade school, and unlike most friendships, we found ours was one that would last. Even when Tom met Angel, Roger, Tom, and I remained fast fiends, nothing ever swayed us from that path. I needed him in m life like I needed Miguel. We were a family, and still were, even now. The only problem was that we were having a hard time pulling oursleves together without Angel around to keep us sraight. I frowned as I furrowed my face int my hands.

Even Miguel, who hadn't been around angel as long as I had was having a hard time accepting this. He hadn't shaved, and he looked underweight. In fact, the only one who looked worse that him was Ashlynn. I knew heheld Tom and Angel responsible for meeting me. I slipped my hand into his. I did too, I would still be lost without Miguel. I stood up, dropping Miguel's hand and moving over to wear Angel and Tom were laying. I put my hand ontop of Angel's, after moments winding mne i nto hers.

"We need you Ang, we really do." I smiled hopefully when Angel squeezed my hand.

Hospital Room, (Same day) Miguel's POV

I fornwed at the cafeteria lady as she handed me my coffee and nasty looking sandwich. Why should she be so hapy when my best friend was dying? I took my things from her without wishing her a good day. I hurried up the halway, holding three cups of scalding coffee and the sandwiches. I was so afraid to leave, afraid I might miss the last few minutes of Angel or Tom's lives. I sighed and pressed my hand flat against the wall, dropping the sandwiches for me, mark and Ashlynn. (Leah was still at school.) It was so hard to lose two of the only people I had ever cared for.

I knew they were still alive, but it did't seem that way to me anymore.

Catholic Church, (Again that same day), Alicia's POV

I frowned and pulled the wooden rosary tighter around my neck, it had been a gift from Ashlynn and Angel when I grdauated. I was kneeling behind the first pew, one hand on the back of the smooth wood, the other hand clamped around the smooth wood of the small cross. My head was bowed and I think the person sitting three pews behind me could hear me crying. I whispered a quick prayer to God to save my friends, and stood, making to leave when another hispanic member of the congregation grabbed my hand.

"Aya?"

"Si Hermana?" I frowned slightly again. I had been doing alot of that lately.

"Tu no bueno?"

"No." She embraced me and whispered softly in my ear, comforting spanish words. She kissed my cheek and pulled away, grasping the top's of my arm's tightly.

"You no worry about you frien. They will be okay, if you put dem in Papi's hands. He'll make sure they safe, trust in me, know I. It's mas dificia, your frien be sick, or death. Scary, scared very for you frien, I pray for you an you frien." She turned and walked away, whispering a soft, "Te amo." I sunk back to the ground. Wishing everything she said ws true, but also placing Angel and Tom's lives in God's hands.

Hospital, (The next day,) Joanne's POV

I skirted carefully around the nurses station as I made my way down the hallways that smeeled strongly of antispetic that burnt my nose. I fought hard to keep from wincing as I aproached their door.

I pushed the door open and steped in, closing the door quietly behind me. It took me a second to adjust to the quietness and dimness, I instantly thought the worst, but, in another second, I realized everyone was just asleep.

I set my bag down and walked over to Angel, kissing her forehead softly. I picked up her hand and held it on my lap for a few long moments. Seeing Angel this broken, was... scary.

"You okay?" I wiped my nose and face huridly and clutched my backpack closer to me.

"What's it to you anyways?" I looked up to see a very pretty boy in drag standing in front of me holding his hand out and, another girl beside him. The girl helped me to my feet while the boy pulled his hand back, looking h urt.

"I hear Benny Coffin was making fun of you because you were gay, I came to make sure you were all right Chica. You're in my chorus class." I smiled a little bit as the boy wrapped his arms around metightly.

"Are you okay? I'm Mimi." I nodded, recognizing the boy now.

"You're Angel right?" He nodded and pulled me into another hug, I realized, too late, that I was still crying. Angel leaned down so his head wa closer to mine.

"People like us have to stick together Joanne, you'll have someone to love you when you are with me and Mimi, becase we love you."

We love you.

Angel was the first person to ever tell me that she loved me. The thought of losing her was absolutely terrifying. I realized, too late, that I was still crying, and now Angel wasn't here to comfort me. I felt small squeeze on my hand, and looked down to see that Angel had squeezed my hand.

The Loft (The next day) Roger's POV

I ran my hand over Mimi's hair gently, not wanting to wake her up. It was the first day in a long time I'd been able to convince her to get some sleep. She was looking awful, almost as bad as Miguel, Leah, and Ashlynn. I frowned, her cheek bones were more defined and her color was still off. Isabella sat on my la, gurgling happily and puing her own hair. I envied her, it would be nice, peaceful and reassuring, to not know what was going on. Even for a moment.

Everyone was looking at me to be the strong one right now, because we didn't have Collins and Angel. I kissed my daughter softly on the cheek. The phone rang in the living room, and somone quikly picked it up.

I heard a joyous cheering, and then Mark ran into Mimi and I's room, a huge smile on his face.

The hospial, (two days later (thirty one days after the accident)) Ashlynn's POV

I opened the door to Mom and Dad's room, worrying, like I always did, that hey may have passed away when I was at home sleeping. I blinked several time's, gaping at the sight in front of me. Dad and Mom were propped up in bed, eyes open. they didn't look a hundred percent, but they were still awake.

"Oh there she is." Momma smiled at me, and then she whispered softly in spanish, something about how awful I looked, and that broke the spell I was in.

"MOMMY" I flew across the room, dropping the few thing I had been holding. Mom chcukled. it was a rough, rasping sound. She held her arm's open and I threw my self into them, mindul of the sling her left arm was in. "You're awake?! When?!"

"Last night, right after you left. We had the nurse call around, and they couldn't find you. We wanted you to be the first one we saw." I hugged Mom tightly once again and then walked over to Daddy's bed. I hugged him around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"You had me sick with worry old man." Daddy laughed and hugged me hard. It had been a month since their aciddent, and I had been beginnig to loose hope that they would ever recover.

"I'm sorry baby." I punched his shoulder playfully.

"IO'm going to get another coffee, snce you scared the shit out of me and made me drop mine." They both nodded, and I kissed their cheek's in turn. I skipped out of the room, humming tunelessly to myself. I made it out of the hospital doors and halfway down the street when I felt a strong pair of arms around the tops of my shoulders. I tried to shrug them off, but they tightened and the pason pulled my hands into one strong grip and a sickly smelling cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose as I stuggled and screamed, trying to get away.

The last thing I rembered was a horse chuckle in my ear, and thinking that I hadn't even told Mom and Dad that I loved them.