Hello everyone! Chapter two up and ready. Yay! Collins comes into this chapter. Anyway enjoy!

Mark's POV

I opened my bedroom door to find Roger already up, playing Musetta's Waltz yet again. I could tell he was trying to write a song again, which boded well. That meant that he was coming back to normal...at least, as normal as he can get. It was also good for another reason...he hadn't touched that guitar in a LONG time. It was actually a relief to see him playing it.

"Hey." I said, stepping forward. Roger turned slightly to see me, and gave me a small smile. "Hey, man. You slept until 11." He said, nodding towards the one alarm clock in our loft. I looked, and he was right. 11:36 to be exact.

Wow, I haven't slept in late in forever. I'm usually up by 9:00 sharp, since I know that Roger doesn't usually wake up until 10...wait, did that mean he's been up for an hour? Without incident? Wow, maybe Roger is becoming normal again.

"Yeah." I muttered with a yawn, and rubbed my eyes from under my glasses. "There's coffee on the table." He muttered, and then went back to Musetta's Waltz. "Thanks." I mumble, and walk into our very small kitchen.

For once it was clean, and I spotted the prize on the counter: the coffee machine. I practically skipped over to get a cup, and poured myself some coffee.

Making coffee, playing guitar, up before me...Roger was acting so much more normal. He hasn't been this way since-

I grimace as the memory of Mimi's funeral popped into my head. Seeing Roger, looking at Mimi's coffin...I never wanted to see Roger like that ever again. He had tears streaming down his face, and he was pale...He looked so vulnerable, something I've never seen in him. Sure, I've seen him angry, and broken, and even seen him insane. But never have I seen him vulnerable. He just wasn't that type of guy.

He hadn't spoken since his anguished cries at the hospital, and when he stood up to speak at Mimi's funeral it surprised us all. His speaking of Mimi led him into a breakdown, and it was all we could all do but cry with him. Mimi was special to us all, and Roger confirmed it.

After the funeral, he was never the same. He slept all the time, refused to take his AZT almost all the time, and he never spoke. I only heard him speak when he screamed in his sleep. A couple months ago, I thought he was getting better. Until of course I caught him trying to get high.

I've never been so angry in all my life. We fought that night, and it was the worst fight ever. After that fight, I thought everything was going to get better, but I was dead wrong.

A couple months later, we were at the hospital, because our friend attempted suicide. I think that was my breaking point. After he woke up and started yelling at us, I couldn't take it. When he was back to sleep, I broke down, for the first time of my life. I broke down and cried, while Mo and Collins held me with tears in their eyes. It killed them to see Roger like this too.

After all, we've been together for years, the 4 of us. Benny didn't really count, since he was never there when we needed him most. Hell, he tried to evict us.

Nope, I will not think of that yuppie scum. Today was a good morning, and I'm not going to ruin it by thinking about Mimi's death or that yuppie scum.

I walked back out into the living room, to find Roger looking out the window. He was thinking again, which sometimes didn't bode well. Time to distract him.

"Hey, Roger..."I said, sitting down at our metal table. Roger looked up and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "I was thinking that since you haven't been to Life Support in awhile, maybe you can come today." I asked, looking at him with a pleading glance.

Ever since Mimi died, Collins and Angel attended every session of Life Support, and when I wasn't taking care of Roger, I went with them. It was now our routine, them and me, now that Roger was as normal as he's ever going to be. I guess they wanted to go because it reminded them of Mimi. It was as if there's a presence there that reminds us of our fallen friend.

Roger looked at me with a blank stare for a couple of seconds, analyzing my face, and then turned his face again towards the window. "You still go there?"

Shit. That in Roger terms means 'No.'

"Yeah...Please, Roger, it'll probably be good for you man. You can see the group again, and it'll make them happy. They haven't seen you since-in a while." I said, quickly changing the end of that sentence. I was going to say 'since Mimi's funeral'. Which I knew would've led to no good.

"Maybe, dude. I was thinking of hanging here for awhile-"

"HEY BITCHES!!"

Both Roger and I turned towards the door, and in stepped Collins. As per usual, he had his leather coat on; the one Angel bought him for Christmas.

Everyone knew that Collins' never going to get rid of that coat; it's a part of him. Plus, Angel got it for him, so it had meaning for him. Speaking of said Angel, I expected her to waltz in beside Collins, or behind him, and when she didn't I frowned. Where was she?

"Hey, Professor." I said with a smile and a small wave. "Hey Thomas." Roger said with a smile, and took a sip of a cup of coffee I only noticed now. Wow, I must've really been on the moon. (A/N lol. Get it? 'Over the Moon'? Never mind)

Collins stopped in his tracks and made himself look shocked. "Holy Shit, this piece of meat can talk? You didn't tell me it could talk!" Collins said, acting shocked and scared. I rolled my eyes, and Roger put on a hurt expression. "How could you Thomas? How could you call me a dead meat?" he said dramatically.

Collins laughed, and jumped onto the table. "I'm just playing with you boy!" Collins said, scooting over to me. I could Collins' happiness radiating off of him. He was just as happy as I was about Roger's sudden return. (A/N Get it? Like, his real self wasn't there before, and now he's back? Ugh, never mind)

"Where's our drag queen?" I asked, sipping my coffee, and choking because it was too hot. "Oh, she's...somewhere. She went shopping this morning with Mo, so..."Collins said with a shrug. Angel's shopping with Mo? Wow, I'm sort of shocked. Angel hasn't went shopping since Mimi went into the hospital. Okay, I need a new train of thought. What's with me today and thinking about bad stuff?

It was silent for a minute or two, until Collins being his outgoing self decided to end it. "So, what were you two talking about until I honoured you with my presence?" Collins asked, straightening up and taking a deep breath. I chuckled, and Roger smiled.

"Well, I was trying to convince Roger to go to Life Support with us. You can help me." I said with a smile. Collins rolled his eyes at me, as if he knew I wouldn't go anywhere with this boy. He got up purposefully, while Roger was back at his stupid guitar. God, like it couldn't get tuned enough.

"Okay, man. You have two choices; either go with us to Life Support, or get your scrawny white ass kicked by Yours Truly. Your choice." Collins said with a smile, though we both knew he meant it completely. Roger sighed, and looked in between us, giving us a look that clearly said, Do I have to?

Collins stared at him; arms crossed, and leaned against the window. Roger sighed as he looked between us, and then closed his eyes. I knew he probably wanted to stay home and play his damned guitar, but he has to rest of his life to do that. Right now, he had to get out of the bloody house. He needed to get back into the fucking world, since he hasn't been out there since...He came back to the loft from being in the hospital.

New train of thought, Cohen...

"Fine. I'll go." He sighed. Collins looked at me with a big smile, and I air high-fived him.

"But..."

Shit, there's a but. No buts are ever good.

"I'm only going to Life Support. I'm not going anywhere else after that. I'm coming straight back here." Roger said, looking at both of us with serious eyes.

Drat, we were so close. "Fine." I mumbled, taking a sip of my coffee. Collins just sighed, and with a roll of his eyes came over and sat by me again. Roger of course went back to his guitar (I was starting to get a little worried about that), and Collins just looked at me as if I'm insane.

Maybe I am. Maybe my mind can't handle the pressure anymore of taking care of Roger. Maybe I'm not. Either way, I just got my best friend to go back outside again, so it doesn't really matter.

An hour later, Roger excused himself to go get dressed, since he's still wearing the clothes he wore for the past...week. Ever since Collins gave me that look from before, I knew he'd want to talk about Roger when he left the room. So, I dreaded that moment. The moment Roger closed his door, Collins turned to me.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me, and I saw anxiety in his eyes. He thought the same thing as I did. How about if this didn't get Roger better, only worse? How about if Roger breaks down again? How about if we leave him alone for a second, and he goes to by smack?

Worse, how about if he refuses to go outside again because it's too painful?

"Y-Yeah, I'm sure." I said, trying to sound confident. That wasn't working so well. Collins just looked at me with a look that said, 'Yeah right boy'.

"Okay guys, I'm ready to go." Roger suddenly said, walking into the room. He had a small smile on his face that looked a bit true, yet a bit fake at the same time. Both Collins and I stood up at the same time, and we were off.

Hey, maybe everything will be alright after all.

Alright
Everything's gonna be so bright
Life is but a melody
Heaven knows heaven knows
You've waited so long
Soon you'll be singing your song

–Alright, Shiloh

There you go. So, my friends, what's going to happen when Roger goes to Life Support? Will he break down? Meet someone new? Will he get ran over by a bus?

Lol, don't worry, I would never do that to myself and the Roger/Adam fans out there!

REVIEW PLEASE!!!

-Ash