A/N: I Love RENT But Have Not Written A Fic For It Yet. As Always Please R&R! ^.^

Summary: He was the reason Mark got into film. Slightly AUish, Est. slash.

Warnings: Mild slash, nothing too bad.

Roger was lying on the grass in his backyard, playing his guitar. He had a song stuck in his head but couldn't get it out. He closed his eyes for a few moments before he had the feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes and came face-to-face with a video camera.

"Surprise!" Came Mark's chipper voice. Mark turned off the camera and sat down next to Roger. Roger sat up.

"What's with the camera?" Roger asked. Mark's smile faded slightly.

"I…I had a dream last night. We were living together in New York City, like we've been dreaming of." Mark said, messing with his camera.

"Oh yeah, that's horrible." Roger said while rolling his eyes and lying back down.

"That's not the bad part." Mark said with a hint of sadness in his voice. He took a deep breath. "I dreamed that you were dying. From…some illness. And there was nothing I could do." Mark lowered his head and felt a few tears leave his eyes. Roger sat back up and looked at his best friend. Roger wiped Mark's tears away and look him in the eyes and laced their hands.

"Mark, I'm not going to die by some mysterious illness in New York City." Roger offered a small smile. Mark sniffed.

"But how do you know that?" Mark asked, more tears threatening to leave his eyes. "It's New York City. You're going to become a famous rock star like you've wanted to since you were three. And along with that comes booze, sex, and drugs." Roger couldn't help but be surprised at Mark's statement.

"How can you even think that? Yeah, I'll be a kickass rock star but booze makes me sick, you're all the sex I need and you'll be there to keep me occupied so I won't need the drugs." Roger said with a big smile and Mark blushed.

"Well, that may be true but the dream got me thinking. I have no pictures or videos of you so I dug up my old camera and decided to film, well, everything." Mark smiled at Roger.

"Everything?" Mark nodded.

"Well, almost everything. There are some things that don't need to be on film."

"But what if, by chance, you left your camera on while we were, uh, doing some of those things?" Roger asked with a sheepish grin.

"Well in that case…" Mark was cut off by Roger's lips crashing onto his.

"Wanna go forget to turn the camera off in my bedroom?" Roger asked as he stood up and pulled Mark up.

"One condition." Roger looked at him with a questioning look. "Collins and Maureen are not allowed to watch it." Roger nodded and Mark smiled. They kissed again before heading into the empty house and into Roger's bedroom.

A/N: I Thought It Was Cute. I Have Read RENT Fics But Never Wrote One So I Decided To Do So. And Screw Mimi, I Love Her But Roger Belongs To Mark. And In My Mind April Never Happened. Please Review So I Know What You Guyz Think! ^.^

~Bibi