Summary- Sometimes we all just need to spread our wings and fly…..
A/N- Benny finally gets his way and evicts everyone for his cyber studio. Implied Mark and Roger. Oneshot.
Flying away
Mark closed his suitcase and walked out of his room, 'Damn you benny.' Mark thought as he set his suitcase down by the door. Benny had finally gotten rid of everyone for his cyber studio, leaving many homeless.
Mark walked away from the door, giving one last look around for anything he might have forgotten. As he walked he felt his feet hit something, a nail polish bottle that once belonged to Angel, Mark picked it up and tossed it into his bag.
The next thing mark found was a book, with big bold letters on the top that spelled out COLLINS… Collins died, sadly, from a broken heart after Angels death. Mark picked it up and put it in his bag.
Sitting on the couch was a pair of handcuffs, tears formed in Mark's eyes. Mimi died a year after Collins, AIDS had caught up with her. Mark took them and put them in his bag.
Leaning against the couch was Roger's guitar, song book and guitar pick. Mark broke down, he fell to his knees and clutched the guitar close, hearing Roger's voice in his head, "One song glory." Mark heard in his head, "Oh god, Roger." Mark sobbed, he should have cried for everyone, but no one was as special as Roger was to him. Roger died due complications to AIDS.
Mark heard footsteps coming up from behind him, he turned around to see Joanne behind him. "Come on Mark we have to go." Joanne told his be he didn't move, he couldn't. "Mark, take the guitar with you come on. This is hard for everyone, but there are times you just need to spread your wings and fly at your own pace." Joanne said and mark stood up, guitar still in his hand, and walked to the door. He picked up his suitcase and as he walked down the stares, he could hear the sprits of his friends sing, "No day but today."
END!
A/N- I know it's short, but review or that suicidal Mickey Mouse will destroy me! AHHH it's got a chainsaw! AHH!