Prologue

December 30, 1989

"What!?!"

"Roger please stop yelling. I-"

"You what? You forgot to tell me?"

"I was dying! What did you want me to do?"

"I don't know, Mimi. Maybe tell me that you're carrying my-"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Why? So you can lie to more people about it?"

"I didn't lie!"

"Omission is still lying as Mark is so fond of telling me."

"Well I'm telling you now. I'm pregnant. With your child."

"Are you sure it's not Benny's?"

"I've never fucked Benny you asshole. This is your responsibility!"

"What do you want from me, Mimi?"

"I want you to help me!"

"Alright. Fine. Do you want me to make the appointment?"

"…which appointment?"

"I'll ask Maureen. If anyone would know about these kinda things, it her."

"What kind of things, Roger? You can't be talking about…"

"Mimi. We can't keep it."

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you? We're HIV fucking positive."

"There's a chance-"

"Fuck the chances, Mimi! I won't…"

"You won't what? You won't do this with me?"

"I…can't. I can't watch my kid die because of us being fuckheads. I love you but… There's no guarantee you'll make it through this."

"At least I'm willing to try."

"Well I'm not."

December 31, 1989

Mark looked up from where he was watching Proof Positive for the hundredth time as Roger walked in. "Hey, man. Are you okay?"

The musician did not have the glow about him that he'd had in the week it had been since Mimi had miraculously been revived. In fact, he looked like he, or someone else was dying. "Fuck." was all Roger would say. Then for good measure he said it again. "Fuck!"

"Okay I'm going to need a hint or something here, Rog. Where's Mimi?"

"Who the hell knows?"

"What happened?"

"She left."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know, Mark! God damnit!"

"I'm not following, Roger. She's not supposed to be out in the cold right now."

Roger slammed his hands against the metal table. "Well that's her issue isn't it?"

Mark frowned. He knew he was missing something and the only way to figure it out was to pry. "I hate to keep saying this, but I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. What. Happened?"

"She was pregnant." Roger muttered.

"And then she disappeared?"

"No. Then she got pissed that I didn't want the kid and left in the middle of the night."

There was a moment of silence as both of them processed that bit of information. "You've…been looking for her. Right?"

"Where the fuck do you think I've been all day?"

"Okay okay. So, what are you going to do?"

"No fucking clue."

A/N: Alright guys. This is my first Rent story in probably over a year. Hopefully I'll see this one through. To clarify some stuff, Mimi is about 3 months pregnant when she has her miraculous revival in this story. Angel is alive and well, too. It's been awhile since I've done anything in this fandom, so please let me know what you think.