Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Author: ~Dancing~Through~Life~
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Rent
Pairing: Maureen/Joanne
Chapters: 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or the characters. =(
Summary: A little Christmas fic about how Joanne and Maureen met.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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After quite a while, the talk at the Boho's table had died considerably. Mark wasn't filming anymore. In fact, he wasn't even cuddling his camera anymore; it was sitting on the table in front of him as he stared off into space. Mimi, as Joanne had come to learn was the Spanish girl's name, was dozing on and off against Roger's shoulder, who she had also finally been properly introduced to. Angel had started playing Rock, Paper, Scissors with the man who had gotten up on the table earlier, Collins. Maureen had produced a pen from who-knows-where and was doodling on the table cloth with one hand, while her other arm had come to rest lazily around Joanne's shoulders. Joanne, once again, was having a hard time concentrating on anything, due to the drowsiness she was feeling, and the tingling from where Maureen's arm rested.
"I'm tired," Angel finally announced, looking up from her game with Collins, having won most of the rounds, to Collins's dismay. "Shall we call it a night?"
The rest nodded their consent and slowly began collecting their belongings. Joanne took this opportunity to check the time. Her watch told her that it was after 2:00 in the morning, and that Christmas was officially over. She was a little surprised by this, and wasn't looking forward to a walking home alone this late. Next to her, Maureen signed her doodle with a flourish, and tucked her pen safely away, yawning.
"Do you have anywhere to go?" Mark asked Joanne suddenly, finally paying attention to his surroundings. Joanne nodded, thinking disappointedly of her lonely little apartment.
"The question is, are you going home to anybody?" Collins inquired, making Joanne suddenly feel as though she were the subject of an interview. She tried to tell herself that this was the reason she was blushing, and not because Maureen had just wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Well, no," she admitted, her heart sinking at the thought. She was going home, to an empty apartment, leaving the rowdy Bohos behind. It made her feel depressed. After spending the evening with such a rowdy crowd, her apartment seemed very bland and disheartening.
"Then you're coming with us," Maureen announced loudly, startling Joanne and making her jump.
She looked around to see that Maureen had an extremely defiant look on her face.
"I-I can't. I have to...my cat..." she stuttered lamely, unable to think of a better excuse to get the Bohos off her back.
"That's silly, a cat can take care of itself. If it gets hungry, it'll tear open the food bag. If it's thirsty, it'll drink out of the toilet. And if it's bored, it'll tear up the furniture. Problem solved," Maureen gave her a wicked grin. "Come on, you know you don't want to go home to no one but a cat on Christmas." She gave Joanne a pout that sent those now familiar tingles through her again.
When Joanne didn't move, Maureen stepped forward, and pushed her. Joanne stumbled and headed for the door; Maureen was surprisingly strong.
"I guess that's that," Collins remarked, watching amusedly as Maureen guided a protesting Joanne out of the Life Café. He felt a little sorry for her; Maureen could be overbearing when she wanted something, and Collins could tell that Maureen had taken an immediate liking to Joanne. He didn't quite understand why. The two seemed like they were complete opposites. But then again, he thought. They do say that opposites attract.
The group headed out into the cold, and everyone turned in the opposite direction of Joanne's home. She paused for a moment, hopping from one foot to another, trying to decide whether to go with them or to go home, but Maureen grabbed her arm and continued on, leading Joanne to what she was sure was her impending doom.
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