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
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Maureen plopped down in one of the chairs, dragging Joanne down with her. The arm that she had had around Joanne's shoulders brushed across her hips and back before retreating back to it's owner, making Joanne shudder involuntarily at the sensation, though she really had no idea why she was feeling this way. She didn't even know Maureen, but she liked being so close to the woman, feeling oddly warm in her presence.
"Are you cold?" Maureen asked her, ironically. Joanne silently cursed the fact that Maureen had suddenly become observant at the worst moment possible.
She shook her head, and Maureen shrugged, turning back to her friends. Joanne soon discovered that Maureen was very animated in her usual conversations, not just when she was standing on a table making a speech. Because of this, their shoulders would occasionally brush, and Joanne was having a hard time ignoring the tingly, warm sensations that radiated out from the spot.
"Marky!" Maureen suddenly cooed across the table at the man with the scarf. Joanne snapped out of her daze to pay attention to what was going on. "You're gonna waste away behind that camera you know." She had a mock serious expression on her face, but Joanne could tell from her eyes that this was something she told Mark all the time, playfully.
Mark turned his camera on Maureen, obviously intending to film her admonishment, but instead, she reached across the table and stole it. He made a grab for it, but was a second too late, as Maureen snatched it and was up on the table once again. People all along the table moved glasses and plates to make room for her, laughing and egging her on all the while.
Through she was missing the feeling of Maureen sitting next to her, Joanne was highly amused as she filmed the empty booths, the table, her friends close up and upside down, and finally, the ceiling.
"You're going to break it!" Mark whined, clambering up onto the table after her. He tried to take the camera, but Maureen did an odd little pirouette out of his grasp and stopped, facing him.
"Hi Marky! Say hi Mark!" she called out to him, still evading his grasp. The slowly made their way down the length of the table, Mark whining and frantically swiping at his camera, and Maureen dodging him every time, looking through the eyepiece and not where she was going. Finally, dodging him one last time and ending up a little too close to the edge of the table, Maureen tumbled off and out of sight with a shriek of surprise.
Joanne and the Bohos jumped up and ran to where Maureen was lying on the floor, laughing. The camera was unharmed, still in her grasp and perfectly safe, having landed on top of her rather than underneath. Mark, however, was as pale and shaky as if he had seen a ghost.
"Maureen!" he cried, taking the camera from her quickly. "Don't ever do that again! My poor camera." He headed back to his seat, hugging his camera, and actually cooing to it. Joanne suppressed a laugh, feeling that the time was inappropriate, though funny.
After a few minutes, Maureen had made it back to her seat, and everyone seemed back to normal again. That is, except Mark, who was still hugging his camera possessively and jumping if anyone touched him or spoke to him. Maureen was a bit subdued after her fall, but it didn't last long. Soon she was back to talking again, though she winced when she had to shift in her chair.
"So how do you know Maureen?" a young, Spanish looking woman sitting across from Joanne asked, taking her a bit by surprise.
"Um," Joanne managed, after swallowing some of her cocoa. "I don't actually." She grinned sheepishly, feeling suddenly as though she were intruding on the group.
"Oh, don't worry Sugar," someone a few seats down said, reaching across people to pat her hand. Joanne followed the arm to see someone she hadn't noticed earlier, a cross-dresser. She wasn't terribly surprised after what she had seen of the group so far, though it wasn't something she saw often. "That's Maureen for you, it's normal. If she acted any differently, we would be afraid she was sick. I'm Angel by the way."
Maureen stuck her tongue out, having heard what Angel had said, but the cross-dresser just smiled back. Joanne, however, was wondering what she had managed to get herself into.
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