Disclaimer: I do not own RENT. At all. Surrey, everyone! By the way, this is POST-Rent, but Angel is alive, and Mimi is dead, because I say so!!! D:
WARNING:
Slash Mostly Roger/Mark
Strong Language
Chapter 1
Mark sighed, leaning back against the headboard of his new bed. He had finally gotten a new part-time job. Part-time so he could take care of Roger. Since Mimi's death, nothing had been the same. He yawned, his eyelids fluttering as he thought, his bright blue eyes closing as he fell asleep.
"Mark...," the name sounded beautiful on the rocker's lips, his dark eyes focused on the filmmaker who sat across the room. "Mark..."
Mark turned to look at his friend and roommate. "Yea, Rog?," he called back, taking his hands away from his beloved camera. Roger had just come home from hanging out with Collins, and he looked terrified.
"It's Mimi..."
"What about her? Did you guys break up again?," Mark asked this carefully, hurrying over to his friend to comfort him.
"No...Mimi...Mimi is dead, Mark...," rasped Roger, his eyes growing wide. "She died while me and Collins were out...I went to check on her and she was lying on her couch...Just sprawled there...Dead."
Mark's eyes widened. Mimi...Dead?! "Oh god...," Mark mumbled as Roger buried his face in the filmmaker's chest, sobbing like a small child who'd lost it's parents. Mark enfolded his friend in his arms. "It's going to be alright Roger..."
"It's going to be alright...," the albino mumbled, unaware of a new presence in his room as he slept. The tall guitarist sat on Mark's bed, holding out a hand and putting it on Mark's forehead. "Mark?," he called softly, gently shaking him awake.
"Huh? What?," Mark cried, opening his eyes and looking up at Roger. "Rog? What is it, man?," he asked simply.
"Do you mind if I sleep in here?"
"What? Why?"
"I don't want to be alone tonight...," was all Roger had to say. Mark smiled, sitting up and wrapping him in his thin arms.
"Sure...Go ahead."