Title: If I Had a Million Dollars

Author: MrS. LuCkY SpEnCeR

Category: RENT

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: K+

Summary: During a game of "What would you do if…" Mark asks Roger what he'd do if he was a rich man. One-shot. Mark/Roger fluff.

Disclaimer: Don't own Rent.

Author's Note: My first Mark/Roger. Extreme fluffiness awaits. Please review, please don't flame. Hope you like…

If I Had A Million Dollars

"Okay," Mark started, looking up from Roger's arms on the couch, "What would you do if you had a million dollars?"

Now, this was actually something Roger had considered plenty of times. Being dirt-poor, the guitarist wondered a lot about a more financially comfortable life.

"Well, for one, I'd get the hell out of Alphabet City. I'd take a jet somewhere tropical. I'd buy a big house there. And a pool! I've wanted an in-ground pool since I was a kid. And I'd buy a boat. Not just a boat, Mark. I'd buy a frickin' yacht."

Mark sat up, and moved away from Roger.

"Excuse me, if you will. But where am I in all of this?"

Roger smiled and took the filmmaker's hand in his.

"You'll be right next to me, in the private jet, the mansion, swimming in the pool, and taking turns steering the yacht. I can get you rolls and rolls of film, and a new camera if you wanted. A mountain of Cap'n Crunch! A river of Stoli!"

Mark smiled, blushing.

"What else would you do?" he asked, reclaiming his place between Roger's arms, and laying his head back onto the other man's shoulder.

"Well," his voice got a little quieter, "I'd give a lot of money to AIDS research, and other charities. Like, for kids with diseases and stuff."

"That's my humanitarian." Mark joked.

Roger yawned rather loudly, and ran his fingers through Mark's blonde hair.

"I'd repay Joanne all our debt. I'd give a bunch of it to Collins, and I'd buy Maureen her own theater. Could get a statue in Mimi's memory. One for Angel, too. And I'd try to get the rights to 'Musetta's Waltz'."

Mark snorted, chuckling a little.

"Maybe a dog. A big dog, like one of those German Shepherds. A computer! We could a get a computer. A big screen TV, and lifetime passes to Disneyland! In our house, we could have a room with a huge projector! And a recording studio! We could have an actual piece of the Titanic in our back yard! What do you think about that, Marky?"

"I think a million dollars could hardly buy a piece of the Titanic."

Roger shrugged and went on, "Lots of gold. And I'm not just talking Goldschlagger. Rings and chunks of gold."

"Oh, Roger. For me?"

"Well, yeah, you too. Swivel chairs everywhere and Greek columns in the dining room! Marble tapestries! We could have a greenhouse and chefs, and maids, and a throne room! We could get crowns, and we'll be kings! We'll buy pyramids in Egypt. Want the Eiffel Tower? It's yours. Forget those lifetime passes, we'll own Disneyland!"

"Roger, I think…"

"Cities, and towns, and time machines, and magic carpets!"

"Roger, you're getting carried…"

"And for my big finale. The Holy Grail."

"Roger! You're getting carried away. Take a deep breath."

Roger sighed, resting his head against the small pillow at the end of the couch.

"Well, I don't have a million dollars. But I don't care. 'Cause I've got you. And you mean way more to me than any amount of money."

Mark smiled, and blushed yet again, as Roger planted a kiss on his cheek.

THE END