A/N: Ok I wanna thank everybody for the reviews! I'm so happy you guys like this. Just a reminder, most of the plot is based off of that fabulous drinking game that you can find the link to on the first chapter. Please R&R! (Points 3 & 4 will be used in this chapter).

"We are what??" Roger had turned completely Mark-white and stood staring Maureen and holding the papers.

"COUSINS!" Maureen shrieked again.

"How…how do you know?" Roger stuttered. Mark stood staring at the both of them, wondering if he should intervene at any moment.

"God, Roger, can't you read?" Maureen snatched the papers from him and looked over them herself.

Roger's cheeks darkened and mumbled a small "No." before coughing to cover it up.

"It says right here that we have the same family members." Maureen pointed to a paragraph on one sheet of paper.

"Where did you get this?" Mark asked.

"Well there was this really nice computer in Joanne's office…and I searched 'family tree's' and I looked up my last name to see all the names that were related to mine…and Roger Davis was one of the names that popped up!" Maureen explained, still smiling.

"But how many Roger Davis' are there in this world?" Mark quipped. He looked over at the original Roger Davis who looked pretty sick at this moment.

"Well I'm pretty sure there can only be one. Imagine if people went around saying that they were Roger, or that they acted like him. Imagine if they had t-shirt's that say 'I am a Roger Davis', how silly would that be?" Maureen giggled.

(This author would like to point out that she indeed wished she actually had a t-shirt that says 'I'm a Roger' but sadly can't buy one. This author would accept any donations to her. Via mail.)

"That would be pretty silly." Mark agreed.

"Roger, cousin, what do you think?" Maureen turned to Roger who had now fainted, lying lifeless on the floor.

"OH MY GOD!" Maureen screamed, and started to violently shake her new cousin.

Mark's face went whiter the white and he dropped to his knees, shaking Roger.

"Oh my God wake up!"

"Why isn't he moving?"

"Call an ambulance!"

"Damn it Mark, where's the phone?"

A few hours had passed, and an ambulance had finally come, taking Roger to the emergency room.

Mark and Maureen were told that Roger had a heart attack, probably caused by stress.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Maureen asked one of the nurses while they were out in the waiting room. Nobody was allowed to see Roger until the doctor said so, and that was four hours ago.

"We hope so….we think he might be dying." The nurse responded.

Maureen and Mark, stunned, watched as the nurse walked away.

"She looks like the blonde chick from Grey's Anatomy." Maureen sobbed, pushing her head into Mark's shoulder.

"Grey's what?" a confused Mark asked.

"Never mind."

Maureen continued to sob. Mark continued to wonder just what this 'Grey's Anatomy' was.

A few nurses and a really hot doctor, who Maureen swore looked like some 'McDreamy' fella, had coaxed Maureen and Mark to return home, and they would call them if anything changed with Roger's condition.

Maureen had offered to spend the night with Mark, and since this Mark and Maureen shipper-author had decided to make a shy Mark oblige for no reason whatsoever, Mark made his way home to his loft.

Mark was really hungry. He would get the munchies sometimes. Especially when he was worried.

He would need to eat nachos or salsa. In this case, he wanted some tomato paste on crackers.

Since Mark and Roger didn't own a can opener, Mark decided to use a large knife to open the can.

"God I hate doing this." Mark said to himself as he cut around the can.

Suddenly, their phone rang, startling Mark, whom, sadly, lost control of the knife, cutting his arm.

"SHIT!" Mark screamed as blood started run down his arm.

SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK

"Shut up shut up shut uppppp." Mark held his hand over his bleeding arm, and started to curse loudly. Using words this author can't publish.

"Mark, it's me, Roger, throw down the key!" Mark wondered if he had heard right, or if the blood had somehow gotten to his brain.

Being the amazingly handy person that Mark Cohen is, he ripped off his shirt, wrapped it around his arm and, even with one hand, tied the shirt onto his arm.

Fangirls squee, the author starts to cringe at the squee, not at a shirtless Mark Cohen.

He ran over to their window, and peered over the edge. Sure enough, Roger stood there, almost like a miracle, totally fine.

"Dude, are you giving me the key or what?"

A now very confused and dizzy Mark grabbed their key, throwing it down to Roger with his good hand.

Roger entered the loft, noticing blood and a knife resting on the counter.

"Are you okay?" Roger walked over to his friend, who was now sitting on their couch, counting Mississippi's over and over again.

"Yeah yeah I cut myself because you were dying. I mean…I was opening a can of tomato sauce with a knife and then I cut myself. Not because you were dying, I mean…are you dying?"

Roger raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine…just a little panic attack."

"But they said at the hospital….you had a heart attack…you were dying."

"Oh no!" Roger started to laugh. "There was a guy in there…he looked exactly like me...handsome, blonde hair…although it was short. Anyway, his name was Adam…and he could sing, man, he looked great. He had a heart attack. He's fine now. The nurses must have got us mixed up. We are very handsome men."

Mark sighed and shook his head at his friend's craziness. "Whatever. Your cousin was worried about you."

"Shut up."

Okay so the whole Adam/Roger thing was kinda...campy? But I have read many fics where the actors of Rent are actually put into the storyline. Cheesy, really. I hope you enjoyed and yes, it's a borderline crack!fic but that's okay. Please R&R.