Fic: The Story Never Ends
Title: The Story Never Ends
Chapter: 5/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 1,510
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: The bohemians continue their lives as they attempt to help out a new friend. However, in doing so, they end up getting seriously involved in a string of mass rapings and murders that has erupted in the city.
Notes: The first RENT fic I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? It's obvious I own nothing.
I just want to clarify that swear words are censored out in this story only because I personally don't feel confortable writing the words out. (I need to make that clear, due to some flames I recieved in the past that consisted of the flamer insulting me for trying to make the story more acceptabe to readers by sensoring swear words.)
Also, I'd really like reviews and comments for my story. I really enjoy feedback, and am always sad when no one tells me what they think.
P.S. I appologise if Emily is coming off as a M.S. at this point. Her character development is coming in the following chapters.
Mark, Roger, and Mimi sat waiting in the loft. Collins, Maureen, and Joanne were supposed to be stopping by any minute in order for the six of them to spend an evening at the Life, a practice that had became a sacred tradition for them all. However, they all were about five minutes late.
“Seriously, where are those guys?” Mark asked, beginning to pace.
“Easy, Mark,” Roger looked up from the couch where he was sitting with Mimi perched on his lap. “You know how girls are.” This earned him a sharp slap over the head from Mimi. “Ow! I was just kidding, baby!” Mimi grinned before leaning in to kiss him.
“Well, if they don’t get here soon, there might not be enough seats at the Life for six people.” Mark pointed out.
“Seven.” Mimi corrected. “Seven people.”
“Come again, Meems?” Roger looked over at his girlfriend.
“I stopped by at The Center earlier.” Mimi smiled. “I thought it would be nice to invite Emily to join us tonight, as a thank you for helping Mark when he almost got himself killed last week.” Roger couldn’t help but grin at this. Typical Mimi. She was always the one to reach out to new people, determined to make as many friends as possible.
Seconds later, Maureen and Joanne finally entered the loft, the former practically bouncing out of her skin abut something.
“Guys, this is really amazing!” She squealed. "I saw a special on TV last night about learning magic tricks at home! I need you to help me test out the first trick I learned!”
“Maureen, I told you. You can’t just master a trick like this in less then a day.” Joanne sighed, ever the rationalist.
“Oh, come on, don’t be a spoilsport.” Maureen pouted before turning back to the others. “Say you’ll be my volunteers! pleasepleasepleaseplease….?”
“Okay, okay!” Mark cried, if nothing but to calm her down. “What kind of trick?”
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“Wonderful trick, Maureen.” Roger scowled twenty minutes later. All five of them were handcuffed together. Maureen was trying one last time to wiggle her hand out of her handcuff, but to no avail.
“Guys I’m so sorry!” Maureen apologized as she finally gave up. “I could have sworn these were the right handcuffs!” At that moment, the phone started to ring. However, since they were also inconveniently handcuffed to the lamp as well, none of them could reach the phone.
“SPPEEEEAAAAAK!”
“Um, hey guys. It’s Collins. Listen, do you think you guys could, uh, come down to the police station for me? I’m in a little bit of trouble. I… kinda need you guys to bail me out of jail here. Please don’t ask questions; I’ll explain everything when I get out of here. Thanks.”
“Nice job, Maureen,” Roger growled again. “Next time, bring the da-n keys, okay?”
“Merciful heavens!” The friends all looked over to the window to see Emily standing on the windowsill, staring at them all, stunned. “What… did you guys do?”
“Emily?” Mark blinked. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, Mimi came to The Center this afternoon. Asked if I wanted to join you on your trip to the Life Café tonight. I figured it was that or a TV dinner. I would have been here sooner, but Rupert and Jerry thought it would be… amusing to set a bunch of frogs loose in the building. It took ages to round them all up. Now your turn. What the heck happened to you guys?”
“Maureen,” Roger grumbled, pointing to the drama queen, “got the wonderful idea of getting into magic tricks.”
“Oh!” Emily nodded in dawning understanding. “You mean the thing, with the handcuffs, and the cloth, the hand waving, and the trick latch thing?”
“Yes.” Joanne sighed. “Except someone mixed up the trick handcuffs with real ones.”
“I said I was sorry!” Maureen huffed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Emily, listen.” Mark began. “Could you, by any chance, go and try to find a locksmith to come over and help us out?”
“Don’t have to.” Emily smiled, as she reached up into her hair, and removed a bobby pin. She bent down next to the bound-together group, and inserted the bobby pin into one of the handcuff locks, twisting the small length of wire around. Seconds later, the handcuff opened with a click.”
“How’d you do that?” Joanne asked, clearly impressed.
“Lucky for you guys,” Emily stated, moving on to another lock, “I happen to have a bit of experience with handcuffs.” Suddenly, Emily froze, and began to chuckle, a definite blush appearing in her cheeks, apparently realizing that her words could easily be taken the wrong way. “I don’t mean like that.” She laughed nervously. “I mean, my brother, Zack; he was a cop, you see? So, naturally, he worked with handcuffs all the time. He insisted in teaching me everything that could help me get out of every sticky situation imaginable, and even some that were unimaginable. Picking locks was one of his first lessons.” As Emily finished her narrative, she managed to open the final handcuff. Rubbing his wrists in an attempt to get the circulation back into his hands, Mark introduced Emily to Maureen and Joanne.
“Mark, come on!” Mimi stated. “Collins is still waiting for us!”
“Oh, right!” Mark nodded. “Emily, do you mind waiting here for a bit? Our friend called up before you got here. We gotta help bail him out of jail.”
“Oh. Sure, no problem, but, how’d he get into jail in the first place, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“With Collins, you never can be sure. We’ll be back soon.” Mark shrugged as he left with the others. Once they were gone, Emily began to look around the loft with an appraising eye.
“Hmm. Spacious.” Emily commented, before glancing over at the stove, with a raised eyebrow. A smile slowly crept onto her face.
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“You were stealing animals?” Joanne muttered incredulously as the six friends walked up the street to the Life, as Collins filled them all in on his latest escapade. It had taken almost an hour and a half to get past all the legal work, but finally, mostly thanks to Joanne, they had managed to get Collins released.
“It was an animal testing facility.” Collins defended. “It wasn’t stealing. It was liberating.”
“Man, why didn’t you invite us along?” Roger playfully scolded.
“Next time, Rog. Promise.”
“Oh, come on!” Maureen pouted as they reached the Life. The café was completely deserted, and the door was locked tight. “I can’t believe they’re closed! I’m hungry!”
“Well, I guess it’s cold leftover pizza tonight,” Mimi sighed.
“Just one question, guys.” Collins began. “What took you so long to get down there to bail me out?” As the bohemians begab to fill the anarchist in on Maureen’s failed magic trick, Mark suddenly went as stiff as a board, a horrified look on his face.
“OH, NO!” He cried.
“Mark, what happened?”
“Emily! I just remembered we left her alone in the loft this whole time!”
“Aw, sh-t!” Roger hissed, as they began to race back home. As they finally reached the large sliding door that lead to the loft, however, they were greeted by a strong garlicky smell that was wafting its way out through the small cracks between the door and the wall. After sharing a confused look, they opened the door, just in time to see Emily place a serving tray of fresh-baked breadsticks on the center of the large metal table.
“Oh, good! Perfect timing!” She grinned upon seeing them. “Dinner is served!”
“Emily, what’s this?” Maureen gaped, as the bohemians stared at the seven plates arranged neatly around the table, each containing a light orange mound of something that looked like it came from a fancy Italian restaurant.
“Well,” Emily shrugged. “I thought that, since you were using your money to help bail your friend out of jail, you might not have enough left over to buy a substantial meal. So, I thought I’d help out by making you something instead.
“You can cook?”
“Don’t insult me! I happen to be part Italian. Cooking’s in our blood. Besides, when you take care of children twenty-four-seven, knowing how to cook is a required skill.”
“Wow, that smells good.” Collins noted, eyeing the dish. “What is it?”
“One of my specialties. Three cheese tortellini in rosé vodka sauce, with sautéed mushrooms and fresh-baked breadsticks.” The others all had to fight back a laugh. They knew Emily had Collins at ‘vodka sauce’. “It’s a big hit at The Center.” Emily continued. “All the children love it. And I figured, if they love it, then maybe you’d enjoy it, too. None of you are allergic to dairy, I hope.” Emily suddenly frowned, as if fearing that someone was.
“Oh, no, no one has food allergies here.” Mark assured her.
“Good, because one of the ingredients is heavy cream. Well, come on, then, dig in. It’s best when eaten warm.”
No one needed to be told twice.
Chapter: 5/25
Character/Pairings: Canon pairings
Word Count: 1,510
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: The bohemians continue their lives as they attempt to help out a new friend. However, in doing so, they end up getting seriously involved in a string of mass rapings and murders that has erupted in the city.
Notes: The first RENT fic I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? It's obvious I own nothing.
I just want to clarify that swear words are censored out in this story only because I personally don't feel confortable writing the words out. (I need to make that clear, due to some flames I recieved in the past that consisted of the flamer insulting me for trying to make the story more acceptabe to readers by sensoring swear words.)
Also, I'd really like reviews and comments for my story. I really enjoy feedback, and am always sad when no one tells me what they think.
P.S. I appologise if Emily is coming off as a M.S. at this point. Her character development is coming in the following chapters.
Mark, Roger, and Mimi sat waiting in the loft. Collins, Maureen, and Joanne were supposed to be stopping by any minute in order for the six of them to spend an evening at the Life, a practice that had became a sacred tradition for them all. However, they all were about five minutes late.
“Seriously, where are those guys?” Mark asked, beginning to pace.
“Easy, Mark,” Roger looked up from the couch where he was sitting with Mimi perched on his lap. “You know how girls are.” This earned him a sharp slap over the head from Mimi. “Ow! I was just kidding, baby!” Mimi grinned before leaning in to kiss him.
“Well, if they don’t get here soon, there might not be enough seats at the Life for six people.” Mark pointed out.
“Seven.” Mimi corrected. “Seven people.”
“Come again, Meems?” Roger looked over at his girlfriend.
“I stopped by at The Center earlier.” Mimi smiled. “I thought it would be nice to invite Emily to join us tonight, as a thank you for helping Mark when he almost got himself killed last week.” Roger couldn’t help but grin at this. Typical Mimi. She was always the one to reach out to new people, determined to make as many friends as possible.
Seconds later, Maureen and Joanne finally entered the loft, the former practically bouncing out of her skin abut something.
“Guys, this is really amazing!” She squealed. "I saw a special on TV last night about learning magic tricks at home! I need you to help me test out the first trick I learned!”
“Maureen, I told you. You can’t just master a trick like this in less then a day.” Joanne sighed, ever the rationalist.
“Oh, come on, don’t be a spoilsport.” Maureen pouted before turning back to the others. “Say you’ll be my volunteers! pleasepleasepleaseplease….?”
“Okay, okay!” Mark cried, if nothing but to calm her down. “What kind of trick?”
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“Wonderful trick, Maureen.” Roger scowled twenty minutes later. All five of them were handcuffed together. Maureen was trying one last time to wiggle her hand out of her handcuff, but to no avail.
“Guys I’m so sorry!” Maureen apologized as she finally gave up. “I could have sworn these were the right handcuffs!” At that moment, the phone started to ring. However, since they were also inconveniently handcuffed to the lamp as well, none of them could reach the phone.
“SPPEEEEAAAAAK!”
“Um, hey guys. It’s Collins. Listen, do you think you guys could, uh, come down to the police station for me? I’m in a little bit of trouble. I… kinda need you guys to bail me out of jail here. Please don’t ask questions; I’ll explain everything when I get out of here. Thanks.”
“Nice job, Maureen,” Roger growled again. “Next time, bring the da-n keys, okay?”
“Merciful heavens!” The friends all looked over to the window to see Emily standing on the windowsill, staring at them all, stunned. “What… did you guys do?”
“Emily?” Mark blinked. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, Mimi came to The Center this afternoon. Asked if I wanted to join you on your trip to the Life Café tonight. I figured it was that or a TV dinner. I would have been here sooner, but Rupert and Jerry thought it would be… amusing to set a bunch of frogs loose in the building. It took ages to round them all up. Now your turn. What the heck happened to you guys?”
“Maureen,” Roger grumbled, pointing to the drama queen, “got the wonderful idea of getting into magic tricks.”
“Oh!” Emily nodded in dawning understanding. “You mean the thing, with the handcuffs, and the cloth, the hand waving, and the trick latch thing?”
“Yes.” Joanne sighed. “Except someone mixed up the trick handcuffs with real ones.”
“I said I was sorry!” Maureen huffed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Emily, listen.” Mark began. “Could you, by any chance, go and try to find a locksmith to come over and help us out?”
“Don’t have to.” Emily smiled, as she reached up into her hair, and removed a bobby pin. She bent down next to the bound-together group, and inserted the bobby pin into one of the handcuff locks, twisting the small length of wire around. Seconds later, the handcuff opened with a click.”
“How’d you do that?” Joanne asked, clearly impressed.
“Lucky for you guys,” Emily stated, moving on to another lock, “I happen to have a bit of experience with handcuffs.” Suddenly, Emily froze, and began to chuckle, a definite blush appearing in her cheeks, apparently realizing that her words could easily be taken the wrong way. “I don’t mean like that.” She laughed nervously. “I mean, my brother, Zack; he was a cop, you see? So, naturally, he worked with handcuffs all the time. He insisted in teaching me everything that could help me get out of every sticky situation imaginable, and even some that were unimaginable. Picking locks was one of his first lessons.” As Emily finished her narrative, she managed to open the final handcuff. Rubbing his wrists in an attempt to get the circulation back into his hands, Mark introduced Emily to Maureen and Joanne.
“Mark, come on!” Mimi stated. “Collins is still waiting for us!”
“Oh, right!” Mark nodded. “Emily, do you mind waiting here for a bit? Our friend called up before you got here. We gotta help bail him out of jail.”
“Oh. Sure, no problem, but, how’d he get into jail in the first place, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“With Collins, you never can be sure. We’ll be back soon.” Mark shrugged as he left with the others. Once they were gone, Emily began to look around the loft with an appraising eye.
“Hmm. Spacious.” Emily commented, before glancing over at the stove, with a raised eyebrow. A smile slowly crept onto her face.
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“You were stealing animals?” Joanne muttered incredulously as the six friends walked up the street to the Life, as Collins filled them all in on his latest escapade. It had taken almost an hour and a half to get past all the legal work, but finally, mostly thanks to Joanne, they had managed to get Collins released.
“It was an animal testing facility.” Collins defended. “It wasn’t stealing. It was liberating.”
“Man, why didn’t you invite us along?” Roger playfully scolded.
“Next time, Rog. Promise.”
“Oh, come on!” Maureen pouted as they reached the Life. The café was completely deserted, and the door was locked tight. “I can’t believe they’re closed! I’m hungry!”
“Well, I guess it’s cold leftover pizza tonight,” Mimi sighed.
“Just one question, guys.” Collins began. “What took you so long to get down there to bail me out?” As the bohemians begab to fill the anarchist in on Maureen’s failed magic trick, Mark suddenly went as stiff as a board, a horrified look on his face.
“OH, NO!” He cried.
“Mark, what happened?”
“Emily! I just remembered we left her alone in the loft this whole time!”
“Aw, sh-t!” Roger hissed, as they began to race back home. As they finally reached the large sliding door that lead to the loft, however, they were greeted by a strong garlicky smell that was wafting its way out through the small cracks between the door and the wall. After sharing a confused look, they opened the door, just in time to see Emily place a serving tray of fresh-baked breadsticks on the center of the large metal table.
“Oh, good! Perfect timing!” She grinned upon seeing them. “Dinner is served!”
“Emily, what’s this?” Maureen gaped, as the bohemians stared at the seven plates arranged neatly around the table, each containing a light orange mound of something that looked like it came from a fancy Italian restaurant.
“Well,” Emily shrugged. “I thought that, since you were using your money to help bail your friend out of jail, you might not have enough left over to buy a substantial meal. So, I thought I’d help out by making you something instead.
“You can cook?”
“Don’t insult me! I happen to be part Italian. Cooking’s in our blood. Besides, when you take care of children twenty-four-seven, knowing how to cook is a required skill.”
“Wow, that smells good.” Collins noted, eyeing the dish. “What is it?”
“One of my specialties. Three cheese tortellini in rosé vodka sauce, with sautéed mushrooms and fresh-baked breadsticks.” The others all had to fight back a laugh. They knew Emily had Collins at ‘vodka sauce’. “It’s a big hit at The Center.” Emily continued. “All the children love it. And I figured, if they love it, then maybe you’d enjoy it, too. None of you are allergic to dairy, I hope.” Emily suddenly frowned, as if fearing that someone was.
“Oh, no, no one has food allergies here.” Mark assured her.
“Good, because one of the ingredients is heavy cream. Well, come on, then, dig in. It’s best when eaten warm.”
No one needed to be told twice.