Who's Felicity?
Chapter 1:

After a long evening at the Life Café, Mark, Roger, Mimi, Angel, and Collins were all going back to the loft for some drinks before heading home for the night. Mark went to put his jacket and scarf in his room while Roger checked the messages.

"Hey Mark!" Roger called. "Some chick called for you!" Confused, Mark returned to the front room.

"A girl? Did she say what she wanted?" he asked. Roger shrugged.

"I dunno. All I heard was she was calling for you, so I stopped the tape." Mark rolled his eyes.

"Some secretary you are," he muttered as he pressed the rewind button on the answering machine.

"Hi, this is Felicity Carlisle, calling for Mark Cohen," a young female voice said. "This may sound a little weird, but I've been looking for my biological parents, and I was given your number. If you could please call me back at-" Mark stopped the tape. Roger and Collins looked shocked while Mimi and Angel looked confused.

"Go get Maureen!" Roger exclaimed shoving Mark towards the door.

Maureen and Joanne were slowly walking down the steps of the building to their apartment on the first floor. Joanne was trying to get the details on one of the many epic fights between Mark and Maureen. This fight in particular had taken place right before everyone had gone down to the Life. Every fight was more or less the same. Mark would pull Maureen off to the side, and talk to her in a low voice. After a minute or so, the two voices would rise to a screaming match. Mark would say something about it not being fair, and that Maureen couldn't lie like this forever. Maureen would turn around and say that the past was the past, and it didn't matter anymore. Joanne had learned early on that she shouldn't badger Maureen about the topic of the fights (which Roger and Collins only knew), but she hated being out of the loop.

"Pookie," Maureen said, stopping on the steps. "Listen to me. I'd tell you if anything was wrong with me. This is something I'd rather not talk about." She took Joanne's hands in her own, and gave her a kiss. "Trust me; I don't want to talk about it."

"Maureen! Maureen!" Mark called as he bound down the metal stairs loudly after Maureen and Joanne. "You gotta come back up to the loft," he said as he caught his breath. "There's a message on our answering machine you need to hear." Maureen looked puzzled.

"A message, what about?" Joanne asked. Mark ignored Joanne's question, frustrating the lawyer.

"Just come on!" He grabbed Maureen's hand, and pulled her back up to the loft. Sighing, Joanne trailed after the two.

Mark played back the message for Maureen to hear. The color immediately drained from the diva's face. Mimi, Angel, and Joanne were all very confused.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going one?" Joanne demanded loudly. Maureen chewed on her bottom lip. her most best kept secret was about to longer be a secret.

"Umm, Pookie, can I talk to you in the other room, please?" She asked. Maureen took Joanne's hand, and led her to an empty bedroom; closing the door behind them. Mark sat down on the couch, and put his head in his hands. Collins chuckled.

"You both as so busted," he said.

"Maureen, what is this about?" Joanne asked as Maureen closed the bedroom door. Maureen began to pace, carefully choosing her words.

"Jo, I'm about to tell you something important about me and Mark." Joanne opened her mouth. "No, we're not together, but this is about when we were together. When Mark and I dated, we were umm…very close." Joanne nodded. She knew Maureen, and had figured as much. Maureen closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Maureen just tell me; you're scaring me," Joanne said in a slightly shaky voice.

"Joanne…Mark and I had a baby together 13 years ago."