A/N: Okay so this is my first non Marker Fanfic, I hope you like Mark/OC. I really hope you enjoy, I' m a little iffy on this so please R&R! Also may get a bit smutty later on...maybe...:)

You're not alone

It was late, past midnight most definitely. Mark had woken yet again to the cold darkness around him. Damn he wasn't cold when I was asleep; at least he didn't think so. Pulling the blankets around him tighter he tossed and turned trying hard to get cozy. It didn't really work but he settled anyway. Mark was perfectly still for a few moments before he realized that there was a very loud thumping sound coming from the other room. His cheeks went red, and he tried hard not to listen to the sounds of Mimi and Roger having sex.

"Oh, God." he sighed seconds before a heard the very same statement being shouted by Mimi. He turned over again and pulled the blankets over his head trying to muffle the sound. It wasn't bad enough that he was all alone night after cold night thinking about how badly he wanted someone to help warm him up a little. No, it wasn't bad enough that every day he got to watch his friends- the happy couples- taking such joy in each other. No, it was just being waved in his face, like all the facts that-though true- he hated. That every relationship he had ever been in went down in flames, that it had been so long since he had been with a women...that he was, well, very lonely. He'd think about these things every night. About the things that scared him, about the things that were true.

Mark was very tried the next morning and spent a good hour simply laying in bed. The only reason he even bother getting up was that he had to go to the bathroom. That day he was lucky, it was one of his days off. Working at Buzzline had some good things coming out of it. Like money to buy food, and the random baskets of assorted things that Lexi would send over when she was overly pleased with him. Though every time this had happened he had come home to see that Roger was already picking through them, taking what he wanted. Mark didn't really care though, he'd just roll his eyes at the boldness of his friend. Or maybe Roger just seemed bold compared to Mark's timid-ness.

Mark lingered in the bathroom longer then he needed to. After washing his face he began examining himself in the mirror. First he looked at his bare chest. It's not too bad he thought to himself. He was pale as hell, a bit thin, but still toned, not as much as Roger but enough. His ocean blue eyes ran over his facial structure. Again, not bad, excluding that fact his eyebrows and eyelashes looked nonexistent. Finally he looked over his yes-I-just-got-out-of-bed hair. He then started running his fingers through his hair wondering how to make it look okay.

"Hey!" there was a loud knock on the door. "Get out of that God damned bathroom!" Roger shouted.

"In a minute." Mark said calmly not trying to move faster then he would normally.

"Mark, get out or I'll come in there and pull you out!"

"You are so impatient."

"You've been in there long enough."

"Whatever."

"Well I warned you. Pull up your pants."

"What?"

Just as Roger said he came through the door and forcefully shoved him out. Mark had just finished getting dressed went he looked up to see Roger leaning in the door way.

"You know, Mark, I'm sorry for kicking you out of the bathroom."

Mark looked at him stunned, Roger almost never said sorry.

"It's okay." He went back to folding his pyjamas.

"No, I mean I feel bad for you man. It must be lonely. I shouldn't have interrupted you and I'm sorry?"

"Roger what are you going on about? What's lonely? And why are you sorry?"

"For stopping you from jacking off."

"What!" Mark's face went red. "I wasn't jacking off!"

"Yeah, sure." He rolled his eyes.

"No really I wasn't!"

"Them what were you doing?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Well, if you must know I was fixing my hair."

Roger burst out laughing.

"But it's true!"

"Mark, really it's nothing to be ashamed of. I know if I go a few days without Mimi I'm horny as hell."

"Can we please stop talking about this?"

Roger cocked his head.

"Do you know you've folded that shirt like three time."

Mark tossed it down on his bed.

"Well maybe I'd be more awake if you and Mimi didn't keep me up all night!"

"Oh you heard that...wasn't it awesome?"

Mark groaned and walked past his roommate into the living room.

"Man, you don't get out much, and by much I mean not at all."

"You're point?"

"You need to get laid."

Mark was very taken aback by this.

"Really you need to admit you've been acting really pissed off. And you know what always helps me relax? Sex."

"Please can you just-"

"We could go down to the Cat Scratch Club and-"

"No! I don't want to go. Plus I'm too busy."

"Doing What!"

"Ah, It's called a job, maybe you should try one?"

"But today's your day off." Roger pointed out.

"I'm going out to film."

"Wow, you are the only guy in the world that would pick filming homeless people over sex."

Mark liked to stay buried in his work. Well he didn't like it all that much, but to him it was normal, it was a way out of all the stress he never wanted to come to turns with. When he was deep in his work he didn't need to think. Another thing Mark didn't want to admit was that he was acting a bit on edge lately and why not? He hated his job, he was often ignored by his friends, no woman ever seemed to be interested in him, and he was having some concerns about Roger. But he didn't want to go there.

About a week later Mark came home from work and through himself down on the couch very frustrated with Lexi. Most times he despised her but still had to play nice hoping that one day she would give in and let him film the thing he wanted. There was a knock on the door and Mark sighed at the sound. He did not want to be bothered right now by anyone. Not Mimi who would no doubt sit with Roger on the couch all night with their mouth stuck together, or Collins and Angel and all their blissful love, defiantly not Maureen. There was another louder knock. Unhappily Mark sat up.

"Open the God damned door!" the person on the other side of the door call.

Mark swung open the door and froze. Standing before him was a woman he had never seen before. A beautiful woman he had never seen before. Her face was round with full pink lips and big brown eyes. Though his eyes quickly slid down to her body and her overly eccentric punk clothing. What captured his attention the most was her long thick raven black curls, highlighted by a streak of pink running down the side.

She opened her mouth about to say something but then stopped. She looked shocked. Then her eyes looked behind Mark and lit up. He turned to see Roger standing there looking just as shocked.

"Ro?" he breathed sharply.

She was almost in tears.

"Roger!" she pushed pasted Mark and jumped in Rogers arms.

Great, Mark sighed, Another gorgeous women mooning over Roger.