(Author's Note: I would like to state this now. I am sorry at the beginning of the story that I didn't mention that there would be a character death. When I started to write it I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen. I allowed that to develop as I wrote the story. As of this very moment in time, there will be a character death.

Enough of that… on with the story.)

Chapter Fourteen: Mark and Roger's Gifts

Roger awoke from his sleep a few hours later. It was already dark out, but he wasn't able to go back to sleep. His mind kept going back to the thought of losing Mark. He knew he was running out of time with his filmmaker. He knew some time soon he would lose the one he loved. So, while Mark slept, Roger set everything up. He was on the roof making sure that everything would be perfect. It was a little cold and he knew either of them could get sick, but it was meant to be a full moon that night.

It took an hour to set everything up to how he wanted it. When it was done, Roger went back down to the loft to get Mark. He walked into their room and found Mark curled up on the bed. Roger smiled at how innocent Mark looked as he slept.

Roger made his way over to the bed and leaned over to kiss Mark on the forehead. "Babe, I'm sorry to wake you, but I have something for you." Roger whispered into Mark's ear. Mark moaned before opening his eyes to see Roger's green one looking down at him.

"Do I have to get up?" Mark asked as he wrapped the blanket closer around him. Roger sat down on the bed and ran his hand over Mark's side.

"You don't have to, but I'd really like it if you did. You can go back to sleep afterwards if you want." Roger said. Mark stretched and sighed before sitting up in bed.

"Alright, Rog, I'm up." Mark said with a yawn. Roger smiled before leaning forward and catching Mark's lips with his own.

"Thank you." He said into Mark's lips. Mark wrapped his arms around Roger's neck and kissed him. "Come on. We're going to the roof and it's a little chilly." Roger said.

Before long Mark was dressed in a pair of Roger's sweat pants and one of his own sweaters. He was following Roger up the stairs to the roof and stopped instantly when he saw the roof. The New York skyline was in the background, and on the roof was a blanket with one to wrap up in. Sitting on the blanket was Roger's guitar. "Come on." Roger said as he grabbed Mark's hand and led him over to the blanket.

Mark sat down on the blanket while Roger wrapped the other one around him. Mark held onto the blanket as Roger sat down in front of him. "I wrote this for you. I've been working on since we went to your parents and it's not perfect, but I wasn't sure how much more time I had." Roger said. Mark smiled as a tear came to his eyes.

Roger picked up his guitar and began to play. As he started to play the cloud in front of the moon moved to reveal the full moon. The moonlight shown down on them like a spot light. Roger closed his eyes as he began to sing.

Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you.

Mark smiled as tears began to fall down his face. He watched as the moon left a soft silver glow around Roger. Roger's hair had silver highlights in it and a warm glow came from the body of his guitar.

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you.
One more day.

Roger looked up at Mark and tears came to his own eyes as he saw the crying filmmaker in front of him. It wasn't just the tears falling down Mark's face that took Roger's breath away. It was the way that the moon light made Mark look like an angel. Almost as if Angel or Mimi were behind him giving him that silver glow.

First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
I'd unplug the telephone
And keep the TV off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do, with one more day with you.

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you.

One more day
One more touch
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do

Leave me wishing still, for one more day.
Leave me wishing still for one more day.
Leave me wishing still for one more day,

With you.
One more day.
One more day...

Roger played the last cord before looking up at Mark. Tears were falling down his face as he looked at the musician in front of him. No words came to him as the last cord still rang through the air. Mark simple got up and crawled over to Roger before throwing his arms around the musician's neck and cried.

Roger put his guitar next to him and pulled Mark into his lap. He held the crying man in his arms while rocking him back and forth. "I love you Mark." Roger said as tears came to his own eyes.

"I love you too, Roger. I'm so sorry that I have to leave you. I wish I could stay, but fate wasn't on my side." Mark said as he cried.

"I would give my life if it meant saving you, but I can't. I can just hold you until fate rips us apart. Life's unfair. It's dealt us a bad hand and in the end it ruined everything." Roger said as he ran his hand through Mark's hair. "I want you to know that after you leave that's enough for me. I've gone through three deaths and your's is the one that will hurt me the most. You're my soul mate, Mark. I'm sorry it took so long to realize that." Roger said.

"I'd have waited two lifetimes for you. I love you so much Rog." Mark said with his face buried in Roger's chest. Roger lifted Mark's head away from his chest and looked into his tear filled ice-blue eyes.

"I love you too." Roger said before leaning down and connecting his and Mark's lips. When they broke apart Mark moved so he was leaning back against Roger. Roger wrapped his arms around the filmmaker and held him there.

"Do you think we'll ever have another moment like this?" Mark asked.

"What do you mean?" Roger asked as he rested his head on top of Mark's.

"Do you think I'll ever see another full moon?" Mark asked as he looked up at the glowing orb in the night sky.

"No." Roger said sadly. It hurt him to say, but he couldn't lie. He knew in his heart that Mark would leave him soon. He was pretty sure Mark knew as well so there was no point to try and lie.

"I was thinking the same thing. I'll be lucky to make it to November." Mark said. It was tearing Roger up inside to talk about Mark's death, but as the time with him got shorter, Roger had to. He needed to know what Mark wanted done with things after he was gone. "You'll still live wont you?" Mark asked.

"As much as I can with part of my soul gone." Roger whispered. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He hated the thought of Mark's death.

"I'll always be with you. You just can't see me. I'll be with you like Angel is with Collins and like Mimi is right now." Mark said.

"Three guardian angels, all of whom were taken to soon." Roger said. "Life really is unfair." Roger held Mark close.

They sat up on the roof in each other's arms for a while longer before Mark started to shiver. Together they headed back into the loft. Roger put his guitar away and put the blankets back on the couch. Mark, on the other hand, went into their room to get something.

"Rog, I have something for you." Mark said as he walked out of the room with something behind his back. Roger sat on the couch and waited for Mark to join him. "I worked on this a while ago, before I got really sick. It's something so you can look back and remember the past." Mark said. From behind his back he pulled out a film canister.

Roger held the canister and read the label 'Remembering the Past'. Roger looked up at Mark. "I could never forget you guys or the past."

"I know, but everyone misses the past. So I put together all the good times that we had with Angel and Mimi and Collins and everyone. There is even my mom hugging you and Cindy laughing."

"I remember that day. I think that was the second time I ever saw your family." Roger said laughing.

"Yeah it was. I have another film that I'm working on, but I haven't been able to work on it lately. It is also for you, if I ever get it done." Mark told the man in front of him.

"I'm sure you will." Roger said.

That was it. Mark and Roger had given each other a final gift. Mark's health was failing and before long he would be gone. Before long the loft would be empty. Before long the last of the bohemians would be left with nothing but memories. Bittersweet memories of the past.

(Author's Note: I have to thank WinchesterOneOhOne for bringing this song to my attention. I had heard it before but I never really thought about it for this. I have to say that it fits a lot better than any of the other songs I was looking through. "One More Day" by Diamond Rio

Thank you to all who have stuck with my story this far. I realized that I have gone off and added things that disappeared by the end of the chapter. I don't really know where my brain was during this time, but you have to forgive me. I'm in college and finding time to fully write and review everything is extremely had. Thanks again and I hope to have another chapter up soon.)