Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or any of the characters.
I would also like to point out that each of my chapters are a different song title, and I don't own any of those either. (ex: Chapter 1: It's All Coming Back is Celine Dion : Chapter 2: The Truth is Good Charlotte: Chapter 3: Love is Leaving BB Mak)
Author's Note: Hey, another chapter, cool. Just wanted to say some things before I start. This fic, although the underlying story is about Mark and Maureen will not be about those two hooking up. In my mind it is always Joanne and Maureen (except for this one day when I had one to many soda's and started thinking about how cute Joanne and Mark would be, but that is an entirely different story.) So this is a Joanne/Maureen, not Mark/Maureen. I hope I've made that clear. Now for a chapter. And this may be a short chapter, but oh well, at least I finally am updating.
"Maureen!" Mark called as he chased the girl from the resteraunt. He had been hoping that he could get some alone time with her so that they could talk about what was going on, about how big of a life change this would really be. "Maureen, wait!"
Maureen stopped, with a bit of her diva-like grace still intact. Mark managed to catch up to her and grabbed her on the shoulder.
"Maureen, we need to talk about this..."
"What is there to talk about!" She said, losing it. "If it weren't for you none of this would've happened!"
Mark took offense instantly at that statement. Both parties involved in the conversation knew that statement was a lie. No amount of alcohol would ever give Mark the courage, or the stupidity, to have done something like that. Especially after what he knew could happen...
"Maureen..." he said, a lot harsher than he meant to sound.
"No! No, none of your power talks, none of your excuses, none of this! I'm not in the mood right now," Maureen attempted walking away, leaving the stunned Mark speechless where he stood.
"Oh, that's just great Maureen. You're not in the mood now, you won't be in the mood tomorrow. Next thing we know it'll be nine months later and you won't be in the mood to go to the hospital, or you won't be in the mood to discuss names, or you won't be in the mood to baby shop..."
"Shut UP!" The girl screamed, holding her ears. She looked just like a child, Mark couldn't help but think of the phrase 'Babies Having Babies' as he watched her display.
"I can't believe you," he whispered, before turning to walk away. He stopped when he heard a voice.
"You think that I'm being immature, but that's because I actually have something to lose in this!" She yelled. "And what about you?"
Mark wanted to turn around to go make one last pathetic attempt at comforting the girl, but his pride wouldn't let him.
"Just go talk to Joanne, she needs you more than you need her right now."
"Man, a kid," Collins said. He was still sitting with Roger at their table in the Life Cafe, an ironic name for the place where he learned Maureen's big news. "Just last week she was dancing half-naked in Central Park for a protest, and now. Damn."
"My thoughts exactly," Roger grumbled. "I can't believe he didn't tell me what happened. I thought we were best friends. I thought we told each other everything."
"Do you tell him everything about you and Mimi?" Collins asked. Roger looked down at the table and whispered no. "Do you always tell him whenever you start feeling sicker?" Roger whispered no again. "And why is that?"
"I guess cause I'm embarrassed, I don't know." Roger said, finally putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
"And you don't think that what happened with those two was embarrassing for them?" Roger went silent again, busying himself with a sip of the beer he had purchased earlier.
"I guess that makes sense, I really would've liked to know though."
"Understandably, but come on Roger, every group has to have some secrets. Makes things more interesting." Collins leaned back in his chair, picking up the now half-full (for he did enjoy some optimism sometimes) wine glass. "But a kid, damn."
"Feel better?" Mimi said when Joanne's sobs slowed to a halt.
"I guess. I just can't believe her...well...actually I can." Joanne stood and distracted herself with her frizzy hair in the mirror. "That's probably why this hurts so bad, because that is something that I know Maureen would do. I don't know what to think anymore."
"It'll be alright, I'm sure Maureen is just as worried as you are about this, try and comfort her." Mimi said, still unsure of how exactly she could comfort the girl. But more importantly, how she could get her to stay with Maureen.
"I don't think our relationship can handle this..." Joanne started, Mimi jumped from the bed to her side.
"Joanne, listen to yourself. This is a little thing, don't let it come between you two..." But in Mimi's mind she was really more worried about what Maureen would do to herself if Joanne dumped her now.
"But Mark and Maureen have a history, what if things like this keep happening, what if Maureen thinks the baby should be with its father."
"Mark wouldn't do that to you." Mimi honestly stated. Joanne began moving around the knickknacks she kept on top of her dresser, not responding. "And Maureen loves you, that's why she kept this secret."
"Is that what you believe?" Joanne asked anxiously. Mimi nodded slowly, with the hint of a smile on her face. Joanne studied the look, as if trying to find the right response. "Then you are a damn fool."
Joanne stormed from the room leaving a stunned Mimi behind. Outside of the apartment a distraught Maureen was entering the code to get in, just as an angry Joanne was leaving from the other side.