**yay, a RENT/N2N crossover! I came up with this synopsis not too long ago and wanted to wait before writing it, but I don't think I can wait much longer. Every time I try to get my mind off of it, it keeps whirring back. So, this is kind of a weird chapter, and it probably won't be a very long story either, but okay. Tell me what you think please**

Cold, alone, tired, hungry, homeless… any of those words could describe Diana. After moving out and leaving her past behind, she went to live in New York City, only to be booted out of her apartment by that mean Benjamin Coffin III cuz she couldn't pay last year's rent. Her job searches ended in epic failure and the rent of other apartments was too much for her. Now here she was, lying in a dark alley in the middle of December, praying for help.

"Honey, are you okay?" a voice said.

Diana, dizzy with hunger, shook her head, not even bothering to look at the person. "Nothing has been okay since I left my family 3 years ago."

"I'm Angel. Angel Dumott Schunard."

Diana glanced up and saw who she assumed was a woman trying to be friendly yet concerned. "Nice to meet you, Angel. My name is Diana Goodman."

"Hey, did you want anything?"

"No, not really."

"Well, it's no problem. I scored lucky today and earned myself $1000."

"That's cool."

"Okay, well I gotta go. I have a Life Support meeting to go to in a little bit."

"Life Support? What's that?"

"It's an organization for people with AIDS. People like me."

"You have AIDS? Oh wow. Gosh, I'm sorry. I wish I could come, but I don't have AIDS."

"Well, it's not just for people with AIDS, ya know. My friends Mark and Roger come along sometimes, but they don't have AIDS. Did you wanna come?"

Diana thought for a moment, then smiled. "Sure. Um, Angel?"


"Thank you."

"It's not a problem."

After awhile, Diana and Angel arrived at the community center where they hold Life Support. They joined the people gathered in the circle. Diana looked around and froze, seeing someone she swore she knew. The long, dark curls, those brown eyes, the boy next to her… "Psst, Angel. Who's that?" she whispered.

Angel, who was talking to Collins, looked at Diana."Who's who?"

"That girl over there with the curly hair."

"I… I think she's new. She started coming a few weeks ago. She came cuz she's depressed about something and her boyfriend comes with her to make her feel better. All she says is 'life is hard for me', 'I hate my life', and, last week, she said, 'why won't she just come home already?'."

"What's her name?"

"I don't know. She and her boyfriend change their names every time. Maybe this week they'll tell the truth."

"Okay, let's begin," a guy said. "I see we have some new faces, so let's start by introducing ourselves."






Diana looked around, then realized she was next. "Oh, um, I'm Diana. Diana M. Goodman."

"Hi, I'm Angel," Angel smiled as he took his wig off, causing Diana to scar a little.

"Tom… Collins."



"I'm Paul," the leader of Life Support said. "So…"

"What about us?" the girl with curls shouted.

"You guys change your names all the time."

"We'll tell the truth now."

"Okay, let's hear it."


"I'm Henry," the guy said.

"And my name is Natalie."

Diana gasped in shock. "Oh my god…" she muttered

"What is it?" Angel asked, looking confused.

"Natalie… she's my daughter!"


"Yeah... but what the hell is Natalie doing in New York?"