A/N! I have no idea where I'm going with this, to be honest. I just wanted to write something along the lines of Maureen having a secret, Joanne wanting to know... blah blah blah, you get it. So, updating this will be kind of slow, but if I get a real good idea, then it'll be mega fast. ) Okay? Alright. Also, this is a couple years after RENT happened. Everyone's in their real late twenties, or early thirties.

I don't own, I rent, alright? Kay. Now read!

Reviews are nice! Just no evil ones. Thanks.

"She looks just like you," Mark whispered, pushing some hair out of Maureen's eyes. He looked down at the baby, their baby. "Let's just hope she's not like you. The world definitely can't handle two Maureen Johnson's," he added, chuckling when he received a glare from his girlfriend. He leaned down, giving Maureen a kiss, and then the baby. "I'll be back. I'm going to go tell the guys they can come in now." And he left, leaving Maureen and the baby alone together.

Maureen closed her eyes, hearing the door shut. How can he act like he isn't hurt by this, she thought. She opened her eyes, seeing the baby in her arms slowly fall asleep. "Alexandra Grace Johnson," she whispered, her finger grazing the baby's forehead. "I wish I could keep you. But there is no way a seventeen year old and an eighteen year old can take care of you, especially when they're me and Mark." She sighed, holding the tears in. "But, I'm going to make sure you are with the perfect family. I will make sure of that, baby girl," she added, one tear making its way down her freckly cheek.

Roger made his way in, a smile instantly creeping along his face once he saw the little baby. "Awww, she's really cute!" Everyone stopped moving and looked at Roger. "…did I just say cute? That's weird. But seriously, she's really… um… pretty…" he trailed off, trying to stay away from the word cute.

"She looks like Maureen," Collins said and walked over to the bed, sitting on the end and taking Maureen's hand. "Did it hurt?"

Maureen nodded quickly. "It felt like a damn truck was riding its way out of my vagina. And right now, it feel like someone keeps punching me in the vagina," she claimed, looking back over at Mark, who's eyes were glazed over with tears. There we go. That's what I want him to be like, not all strong and macho, her mind said.

The room went silent, and everyone knew why. They didn't want to talk about, touch, or look at the baby. None of them wanted to bond with it or anything. Why get so close to something that was going to be taken away within a matter of weeks?

"You know, Mo," Collins spoke up. "I know this is hard, but Honeybear, wake up," he said.

Maureen stitched her brow together, shaking her head. "Wait, what? Honeybear?"

"Honeybear, wake up," Joanne whispered, shaking the drama queen a little bit. "Mo, wake up. You're crying and talking rather loudly in your sleep."

Maureen's eyes shot open, and she quickly sat up. She looked around, seeing no white, no doctors, no friends, and no baby. She looked over at Joanne with a sigh. "Sorry I woke you up, Pookie," she apologized. "Go back to bed."

Joanne skeptically looked Maureen over. "Okay…" she started and laid down, cuddling up with the blankets. She closed her eyes, but immediately opened them again. "Wait, one question…"

"Hm?" Maureen hummed before laying back down.

"Who's Alexandra?" Joanne asked. The only reason she had known the name, was because Maureen doesn't keep her mouth shut, even if she is sleeping.

Maureen's heart sunk. This was something she didn't want Joanne to know about. "Alexandra?" she questioned, playing dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"You kept saying something about an Alexandra…"

Maureen looked down at her blanket, shaking her head. "Nope, I don't know an Alexandra, Pookie. Maybe it was just your name, and you added an 'andra' at the end." That made no sense, but Joanne seemed to buy it since she just shrugged and cuddled up with Maureen again. She fell asleep right away, but Maureen? She couldn't fall asleep. She knew if she did, the flashbacks would happen all over again. And she didn't want that. So, she stayed up for a couple hours, holding onto Joanne.

Little did she know, tomorrow, she was going to relive those flashbacks, whether she liked it or not.