Title: The Search for Mumu
Author: Brittany
Feedback: Is love
Pairing: Mimi/Roger, Mark
Word Count: 501 words
Rating: PG to PG-13
Genre: Romance/Adventure I 'pose
Summary: Mimi looses something very near and dear
Notes: Blah…de blah. Yay Mark! That is all.
Special Thanks: elvensorceress, who is just cool like that
Spoilers: None, unless you didn't know that Mark's weird
Warnings: They say 'hell'. Is that bad? There's also burning wiggly-eyes
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, but I do own Mumu!

AVAVAVA

"Roger…Roger get UP!"

The groggy musician groaned and rolled over as a frantic Mimi tore apart his room. She huffed as he turned away, and threw a pillow at his head.

"Roger help me…please!" With a sigh Roger cracked opened one eye and then the other.

"'choownt?" He mumbled, face still pressed within his own pillow. Mimi sniffled and rubbed at her eyes as they teared up.

"I can't find my Mumu!" She fell onto the bed and bawled as though it was the end of the world. Roger, of course, was confused.

"What the hell is a Mumu?"

"My Cat! My beautiful baby cat, which I've had since…well…forever!"

Roger furrowed his brow, thinking. Mimi didn't have a cat. Unless…

"You mean that ball of yarn that you knotted up and super glued those wiggly eyes on?"

This earned him a sharp hit to the back of the head. "You're so mean! I poured all of my second grade heart and soul into making that cat!"

Roger winced and rubbed the back of his head, sitting up and sighing as Mimi sat dejectedly at the foot of his…their bed. She was in the middle of moving into his and Mark's apartment, and had probably put 'Mumu' in the wrong box.

"C'mon, I'll help you look," Roger gave in, rolling out of bed and pulling on the closest pair of pants. Mimi grinned, hopping up and dancing about, then grabbed Roger's hand and pulled him out the door.

"I'm sure I just left her somewhere in my apartment. It shouldn't take long to find her!" Mimi happily chirped. They disappeared downstairs to begin looking.

VAVAVAV

It must've been hours later when they finally gave up, collapsing on Mimi's couch among overturned boxes and scattered papers.

Mimi sighed, wrapped in Roger's arms and leaning back against his chest.

"I guess I'll never have my Mumu again…"

Roger's arms tightened around her, and he rested his chin on her head. "Well, you have a Roger…whose feeling very overworked, by the way."

Mimi grinned, "Then I guess we'll have to give him a reward…"

Needless to say, the mystery of Mumu's disappearance was soon forgotten.

AVAVAVA

Back at the loft Mark was sitting on his bed, locked in a staring contest with our very wiggly friend. It was very scary, the wiggly-eyed yarn…thing…, and Mark wondered how to rid himself of it. His past attempts to drop it in the trash and off the balcony had been unsuccessful, and somehow the yarnball found its way back into the loft.

"Curse you yarn-thing!" He growled at it, picking it up gingerly and dropping it in the middle of the loft's floor, "It shall be the fire treatment for you!"

Not sure how to light it on fire without burning down the building, he lit it with a spare match and threw it over the edge of the balcony, where it fell to a burning death and would (he hoped) never be heard of again.

Mimi would get over it.