Title: Chasing Markie
Author: Sarah electrakitty74 and Jen scotsinkilts
Feedback: Love it, please leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing: All canons mentioned. . .allllllmost Mark/Angel/Collins. Yes, you read that correctly
Word Count: 2,335
Rating: PG-13ish
Genre: Fluff, no question
Summary: Mark's sexual past becomes fantasy for the group.
Notes: This was fun! Because of the way this evolved, we just decided to switch off, each writing a paragraph or two (just like in elementary school!) instead of taking specific characters. Italics indicate passages written by scotsinkilts Regular text is by electrakitty74
Special Thanks: marcal92 for using the idea!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Umm. . .just a little m/trans lovin', but we all knew that
Disclaimer: We don't own this stuff, not RENT, not Chasing Amy, nothing.

"I wish I'd have went with more Catholic schoolgirls when I was a kid. As it stands I have no 'and then she unzipped her jumper' stories." --Chasing Amy

Mimi juggled seven popsicles out to her friends who were waiting on the steps of the old loft building. When she saw her coming out, Angel stood and took four of them from her. Together, they managed to distribute all seven, amid discussion about who wanted what flavor. Collins and Roger got into a minor dispute about who got the last orange one, Angel was happy with her red, and Mark's mouth was already beginning to turn purple. Roger won the debate with Collins (there's a first time for everything, Mark mused), and Collins had to settle for green. Joanne actually chose the other green one. Mimi got the other orange since she was the one who'd brought them out.
"I wish I'd gone out with more Catholic schoolgirls when I was a kid." Roger mused, licking his popsicle pensively. Everyone turned and stared at him, wondering what had brought this on. He pointed to a group of giggling teenage girls in plaid jumpers climbing off a bus a few blocks down.
"Yeah," Collins chuckled. "As it stands, you have no 'and then she unzipped her jumper' stories."
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Mark nearly choked on his Popsicle, causing everyone to turn their focus from Roger to him.
"You ok, Markie?" Angel asked, resting her hand lightly on his back.
"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine," he said as his face flushed slightly.
"Looking a little red there, Mark. Something wrong?" Collins asked with a grin.
"No, no, nothing!" Mark said, quickly glancing over at Maureen for a beat before turning his attention back to the schoolgirls.
Maureen pulled her red Popsicle out of her mouth and grinned. "Roger might not, but Mark does."
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"Maureen! Jesus! I thought we were keeping that to ourselves!" Mark sputtered as soon as he was again able to talk.
Everyone leaned in, the schoolgirls forgotten.
"So . . . talk . . . Markie" Collins jibed.
"It was this party we went to, me and Maureen, back when we were in high school . . . she went to a Catholic school, and it was a theme party, y'know, where you gotta dress up and stay in character or they'll kick you out? Anyway, for this party you had to . . . You know what? Maureen, you tell the rest of it." Mark clammed up and stuck his popsicle back in his mouth.
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Maureen smirked. "Mark went as a priest. Can you imagine? Little Mr. Jew himself a priest? Anyway, we may have been in high school but it definitely wasn't a high school party. At least not officially, anyway. They had alcohol everywhere. Jello shots, the punch was spiked, the soda bottles were filled with liquor. Good times, good times. Well, Markie over there," she gestured to Mark who was currently sucking on his Popsicle, wishing he was anywhere but on the stoop at that moment. "He got so drunk. You think he got trashed back in school, Collins? Bet that didn't match up to this night. By 11:30, he and I were on a couch and he had his hand up my skirt. He kept telling me to take it off, take it off, so I unzipped..."
"Ok, ok! Enough! Are we through embarrassing me yet?" Mark said, turning a deep red as nearly all his friends started laughing

"Oh poor Markie," Angel cooed, rubbing his back lightly as she struggled to contain her laughter. "Everyone has embarrassing moments."
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"You know, that sounds pretty hot," Collins added, pushing up Angel's skirt and rubbing her thigh. She giggled and pushed his hand back to her knee, licking her popsicle suggestively.
Joanne draped herself over Maureen's shoulder and whispered something into her ear. Maureen almost dropped her popsicle and snorted laughter, looking at Mark.
Roger managed to catch Mimi's eye. His eyebrow raised and she giggled too.
"Hey! Hey! That's enough, all of you! Jee—zus!" Mark looked as if he would like to be swallowed up by the pavement. Even his knuckles were red.
-
"Poor, red Markie," Angel said again as Collins slowly moved his hand back up her leg. "You could...baby, please." She giggled pushing Collins' hand back down. "I'm trying to talk to Markie. We can do that later." She leaned over and gave Collins a quick kiss before turning her attention back to Mark. "Anyway, Markie, you should relax. Enjoy your exploits. You know," she said, shifting her body closer to his and lightly running a finger down his chest. "Maybe you can come over later and show my Collins how one gets a schoolgirl out of her outfit."
Roger literally began choking on his Popsicle, forcing Mimi to pat him roughly on the back as Mark turned even redder, if that was possible.
-
Collins laughed. He loved it when Angel flirted with Mark. Boy needed to get himself out of the closet anyway.
Mark decided to excuse himself, mumbling something about needing to go to the bathroom, and everyone laughed again. Angel turned and draped her legs over Collins' lap. Mimi leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Angel smiled, then looked serious and nodded. She disengaged herself from Collins and stood and whispered into Maureen's ear, who laughed and agreed. The three of them picked their way amongst their respective lovers and came to stand together at the bottom of the stairs.
"Well boys. . .and Joanne." Angel began. We have just decided to have a 'girls day out.' We will see all of you later." She smirked seductively in Collins' direction.
"Can't I come?" Joanne asked, looking like she felt a little left out. In response, Maureen curled her lip and whispered in her ear. A smile formed on Joanne's face.
-
"Got it," she replied, giving Maureen a quick kiss. "You ladies have fun."
Angel giggled, took Maureen and Mimi's hands and quickly sped off down the street.
Collins looked over at Roger. "Any idea what they're doing?"
"Nope," Roger said, finishing off his Popsicle. "Nor do I want to know."
Angel pulled Mimi and Maureen into her favorite thrift store. "Ok, girls, let's spread out. Remember what we're looking for."
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"Right," they said nearly as one and fanned out throughout the store. Mimi kept picking up leather things and Maureen found some kind of latex . . . thing which looked like something out of sci-fi. Angel dismissed each as interesting, but off-task. Finally, she found just what they were looking for: short plaid skirts. Mimi found knee socks for all three, and Maureen got bogged down in boots with spike heels.
"Maureen!" Angel cried, getting her back in focus. "C'mon, look what we've got. All we need now are tops. Let's go!"
Maureen snapped to and found them each different tops to go with their skirts and all three went into the dressing room. Mimi got a men's oxford, which she tied under her breasts. As an afterthought, Angel tied her hair into two pigtails. Angel's top was a tight-fitted white t-shirt, and for herself, Maureen found a low cut top which criss-crossed over her chest. Angel looked at the three of them in the mirror and declared them all "Too sexy for words."
-
When they got back to the steps, the boys and Joanne were gone so they sprinted up to the loft.
"We're ba-ack!" declared Angel as she flung open the door and skipped towards Collins. "Miss me."
"Always." Collins gave her a quick kiss. "What's in the bag?" he asked, trying to take a peek at Angel's purchases.
"Never you mind, Mr. Thomas Collins," Angel said, slapping his hand away before settling herself in his lap.
Mimi, who had cleverly hidden her bag in her place giggled before sitting beside Roger. Joanne was curious as to what was in Maureen's bag but kept her mouth shut.
"Where's Markie?" Angel asked from her perch.
"Hiding in his room. You freaked him out, Ang," Collins said, lightly rubbing her leg.
"My poor Markie," Angel muttered.
Mimi giggled as Roger whispered something in her ear. "I think we're gonna go now. Show Roger here what I bought for him."
Maureen jumped up and grabbed Joanne's hand. "Me too! Let's go, Pookie!" she said as she dragged Joanne out of the loft, Roger and Mimi right on their heels, leaving Angel and Collins alone.
"Gonna show me what you got now?" Collins asked, trying to peek into the bag.
"No!" she slapped his hand again and grabbed the bag. "I'm going to talk to Markie then I'll show you what I got." She put her bag over her arm and headed back to Mark's room. "Markie, sweetie, can you let me in?"
There was some grumbling through the door but Mark opened it and let Angel walk in.
"Hey, sweetie. I didn't mean to scare you earlier." She frowned slightly. She really hated seeing Mark upset.
"It's ok, Angel. I blame Maureen personally." He crossed his arms over his chest and sank onto his bed. "She had to tell that damn story."
Angel giggled. "Oh, Markie, you're so cute." She ran her hand down his cheek. "Now, I want you to go out into the living room with my Collins. I'll be out in a sec, ok?" She grinned, winked, and kissed his cheek. "Go on." She lightly pushed him out of the room, quickly locking it behind him, leaving a slightly hurt Mark standing outside his bedroom door.
-
"Do you know what she's up to?" Collins asked the bemused-looking Mark.
"Not a clue." Mark replied, sitting down next to Collins on the sofa.
Angel, meanwhile, was having a great time getting ready for her boys. She settled the skirt just so on her hips, got her knee socks perfectly straight, and admired how the tiny t-shirt Maureen had found fit snugly on her body. She dug in her purse for her new lip gloss (this seemed like the perfect opportunity to use it for the first time), and touched up her eye shadow and mascara, then put her fabulous shoes back on. She looked at herself in the mirror. Something was still missing. Getting an idea, she pulled a ponytail holder from her purse and searched 'til she found some scissors. Finding a pair of nail scissors, she cut one of the ribbon straps off her purse and set about tying her wig into a ponytail. It didn't want to cooperate, she rarely set her wigs while they were on her head, but she managed to get it all corralled and back into a low ponytail. She looped the ribbon through the ponytail holder and tied a little bow. She looked into the mirror and puckered her lips, laughing at her reflection.
-
What's taking her so long?" Collins mused just as the door to Mark's room flung open and Angel appeared. "Damn, baby!"
"Hey, boys!" Angel walked into the room and look at both men before settling herself in Mark's lap. "Hi, Markie! How are you?"
Mark groaned slightly. "I've been better."
"Oh, sweetie.." Angel gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You know I love you, don't you Markie?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, I know." Mark managed a weak smile as his hand rested on the small of Angel's back.
Collins groaned. "Baby, you're killin' me here, dressed like that and sitting in Mark's lap." He reached out and pulled Angel into his lap. She squealed but didn't fight. "There we go." He pressed his hand against her stomach. "Damn, baby. What you do to me..."
Mark flushed again. "Maybe I should go."
No, Markie! Stay. You know you want to join us. Please?" She wormed her way out of Collins' lap and back into Mark's. "You're so cute when you turn all red."
"That's her pick up line," Collins joked as he lightly poked her side, making her squeak before giving her a rough kiss.
Mark squirmed slightly from having Angel seated in his lap dressed very similarly to Maureen from years ago with Collins practically molesting her. "You guys should be alone..."
-
Angel set about kissing Mark's cheeks, one and then the other, back and forth, faster and faster, making sure that Collins was watching. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Collins' grin getting wider, until he grabbed her roughly and pulled her off Mark's lap. She squealed in mock surprise, then transferred all of her affection to Collins' face.
Mark stood up, awkwardly. "I'll. . .I'll just go then."
Neither Angel nor Collins answered as both of their mouths were otherwise engaged. Mark headed for the front door, sliding it closed behind him, then realized he'd just been put out of his own place. He sighed and headed out into the street.
-
"Sweetie, baby, wait. We just kicked Markie out of his own place," Angel said, pulling away.
"He'll be fine," Collins answered, his face buried in Angel's neck.
"No, let me go after him. I'll be right back." She managed to pull herself away from Collins grip and sprinted off after Mark.
"Markie! Markie, sweetie, wait," she called.
Mark stopped and allowed her to catch up with him.
"Don't, sweetie. I'm sorry. You know I love you to death, Markie, but you're so easy to torture."
Mark blushed again. "It's...it's ok, Angel. Really."
"Oh, Markie...I really need to work with you on not being such an easy target." She smiled and took his hand. "Come back up to your place, I'll take Collins home, and then later, we'll work on making you not so easily prone to torture, ok?"
Mark blushed again but allowed Angel to lead him upstairs where he said good-bye to the couple. Before she left, Angel kissed his cheek and make her promise again.
"Love you, Markie," she whispered.
"Love you, too, Angel," Mark replied before she skipped to Collins' side and out of the loft, looking just like a Catholic schoolgirl but behaving nothing like one