For challenge 35, I needed to write a crossover. Since we're performing Aida at my school, I decided to cross that over with RENT. I will post a chapter for each night of our performances, which is six all together. Tonight is opening night (!) so, thusly, this is the first chapter. Enjoy!

CHALLENGE 35: has to feature Mark and/or Roger, but can focus on another character, if you so wish. The requirement for this challenge is that is has to be a Crossover fic, BUT it has to be a realistic crossover. Now, I know crossovers by definition are not realistic, but what I mean is that the situations you create can't be sci fi in nature, can't have flying dragons, time traveling, or Mark pregnant, or other stuff like that. They must obey basic laws of physics and nature, etc. If you have any questions, just e-mail me. Remember, just because things have to be realistic does not mean you can't have fun, if thats what you want to do.

"Shut up, Roger! You don't know anything!"

"I know that you stole my guitar so I'd be distracted while Mark snuck out even though it's pouring outside! He got mugged and beat up, too!"

"You're such an asshole! Go fuck yourself!"

"Roger! Mimi!" Mark intervened, "Stop fighting!"

Mimi and I glared at the filmmaker. "Stay out of this, Mark," I warned, "I wouldn't want you to get scratched by the 'feline of Avenue B'. More like…FAT FELINE!"

"Mature, Roger," Mimi spat, "Real mature indeed. And there you are again, defending Mark again! If you love him so much, why don't you marry him?"

"Maybe I will!" I shouted before storming off to my room and slamming the door shut.

I slumped down onto my bed and buried my head underneath my thin pillow. Regardless, I could still hear everyone comforting Mimi. Just because she helped Mark get that new reel of film he wanted. I was looking out for him, too! I didn't want him to get sick.

"God," I groaned, "I sound like my mother."

Without looking up, I pulled a thin blanket around my body. Mimi's words were ringing in my head.

If you love him so much, why don't you marry him?

I shook my head and turned over in my bed. However, there was no bed to turn over onto.

"AHHH!!!" I screamed, rolling out of a hammock.

Rubbing my now sore head, I looked around the room. It was very small and all that was in it were hammocks. At one end of the room, there was a wooden door. On shaking legs, I staggered over to the door and opened it.

I was on a boat, which explained the dizziness I was experiencing.

"Captain Rogemes!" I heard someone yell, "There are women on the shore! Shall we try to capture them? Captain?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. "Well?" a man asked.

"What? Why are we capturing them?" I asked.

The man gave me a skeptical look. "For…slaves, Captain."

I was completely clueless, but decided not to let on. "Oh, yes! Of course! We need more slaves back in…well…back home. To the shore we go!"

The man nodded and yelled out a few things. I put my hands on my waist and felt a holster of some kind. Curious, I pulled out a long, shimmering sword. As I admired it, I began to softly sing a little tune, making up words as I went along.

"We have swept to glory," I began.

I looked around. It looked like a desert and reminded me of pictures of Africa I'd seen in textbooks in school.

"Egypt's mastery expands,"

Egypt was the only African country I could remember off the top of my head.

"From the Nile's northern most delta, to the dry, dry southern sands."

It wasn't a masterpiece, but it wasn't all that bad, either.

I looked to the shore and could have sworn I saw Angel and Mimi. They were wading into the water, laughing. My blood boiled. I was still mad at Mimi. Adrenaline pumping, I grabbed some shackles from off a crate on the deck and jumped into the water. The other men followed my lead, and in no time, the small group of women was surrounded.

"Get them onto the boat," I said, glaring at all of them, but especially Mimi, "I'll deal with them there."

The men nodded and began cuffing the women. However, before they could get very far, Mimi stole a sword from one of the men's—my men's?—holster and began fighting them off. With amazing speed, she had the man in her hold, the sword dangerously close to his neck.

"Let them go!" she demanded.

"No," I said simply.

"You take us and then say you own us, yes?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I took this soldier from your ranks. So by your own rule, I own him. Now let them go!"

It was definitely Mimi; at least she was feisty enough. Though I did find it odd that she wasn't addressing me by my name. Didn't she recognize me? Really getting into the captain role, I snapped my fingers, and several other soldiers put swords to the women's necks. I could see the distraught in Mimi's eyes, and she let the soldier go.

"Should we drown her, Captain?" one of my men asked, cuffing Mimi.

"No," I replied, "I have a better plan."

With that, I made my way back to the ship, dragging Mimi by the cuffs behind me.

I led her to the room I was in before and managed to find a bucket full of water with a sponge in it. I nodded to myself and turned back to her to undo her cuffs.

"No!" she pleaded, "Don't!"

"You don't want me to undo these?" I asked, gesturing to the shackles.

"Oh, yes," she said quietly.

"What's your name?" I asked, throwing the shackles to the ground.

"Mimida." She answered, rubbing her wrists where the cuffs had been.

"Who taught you to fight like that?" I asked.

"My father."

"Because he knew your men couldn't protect their women?" I snickered, "You know, I should enlist you the army; you could be a lieutenant."

"Are you mocking me?" she questioned.

"No, admiring," I answered and grabbed the bucket, "Do you know what will happen now? You will wash the filth from my skin. It has been a long time since I have felt clean."

It was true. Benny had cut the water supply from the loft a few weeks ago, and we all felt disgusting.

I grunted as the sponge forcefully dug into my back. "You're much better with a sword then a sponge," I pointed out.

"I wish I had a sword right now!" Mimi…no, Mimida muttered.

"Here's mine," I said, unbuckling my holster and holding it out to her, "Feel free to take it."

She eyed it dangerously for a few seconds before dropping the sponge into the bucket, causing the water to slosh over the wooden floor.

"My father taught me to use a sword, not a sponge!" she exclaimed, "I am finished!"

"I did not excuse you!" I nearly yelled, striking her to the ground, "You're not done until I say so, you—"

"You know nothing about me," Mimida spat, "And could care less. How can you understand how empty a person feels after being taken captive? You are destroying Nubia and taking away our past!"

"That's enough!" I shouted, "You are a slave and nothing more!"

I picked the shackles up and began to replace them.

"No!" she pleaded, "Leave them off!"

"I will do no such thing," I said, "You are a slave now, and the sooner you realize it, the better!"

With that, I shoved her out of the room onto the deck and watched with satisfaction as one of my men took her off to where I assumed the barracks where. I felt better, much better. Now that my rage from our fight was out, I could talk to her like a civilized human being.