A/N: I am so pathetic, i have to continue, in chappie three Mark meets Roger, who is having a really really bad day.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own. Don't sue. Not that I have anythimg anyone would want anyway.

Angel and...
by Me
Mark was sitting at the table that he and Angel had shared the night met, filming Angel's performance, Angel had gotten to his second song and focused on Mark throughout the whole thing. Mark felt like crying, it was the same song he had heard before he called Angel earlier in the day, it was what had made him decide to call in the first place. Angel finished his song, waited for thew applause to die, and began the next, it was a random bit of pop culture fluff(which the author is currently listening to). Mark would have been perfectly content just sitting there if he hadn't noticed a young man walking through the lounge, towards the bar. The young man had an odd expression on his face, like mixture of confusion, pain, anger, and fear. Mark would have wondered about him, but not talked if the young man hadn't stumbled and used Mark's table to steady himself.
"Are you all right?" Mark asked, truly concerned.
"Mind your own business," Roger growled at him.
"Sorry," Mark whispered. "I was just concerned, you look like you've had a bad day."
Roger looked at Mark, saw the look of concern mixed with fear in his eyes, and mumbled,"Sorry, it's just been a really bad day."
"I'm here if you want to sit and talk about it," Mark told him, indicating an empty chair.
Roger accepted the chair gratefully, he noticed Mark filming Angel and asked,"Your boyfriend?"
Mark looked at him with a half grin,"Something like that."
Roger looked at Mark slightly confused, probably because a man in drag was filming another man in drag, and Roger was straight, but he decided not to ask. He looked at Mark who was splitting his attention between Angel and Roger.
"Umm...I'm Roger, in case you were wondering."
"Hi, Roger, I'm Mark. So, do you want to tell me about this absolutely horrible day?" Mark asked.
"Um, sure. It started this morning when my roommate kicked me out, because he decided that he would rather have his lazy, jobless girlfriend live there, than me, who, until 9 this morning had a job making ten dollars an hour. Then I went to my girlfriend's apartment, used my key to go in, and found her fucking another guy. After that I went to the park, and got mugged, the bastard's took all my money, and my backpack, which had my all my clothes in it. I've been walking around all day trying to find a job, and place to live, but i have been laughed out of practically every place I've been, and to top it all off, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I walked into a part of the East Village that I'd never been to before. It must have been obvious, because a gang of punks spotted me and beat the Hell out of me," Roger finixhed out of breath and near tears, grateful to have someone to share it all with.
Mark let out his breath in one word,"Shit." Then continued,"That does sound like an absolutely horrible day," he paused, an idea creeping into his head. "Why don't you come home with me? My roommate and i have the room to spare, and we could use a new face around."
Roger looked at Mark, tears welling up in his sapphire blue eyes,"Do you really mean it?" he asked, the tears escaping his eyes and running unheeded down his cheeks.
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have made the offer if I didn't. You just have to promise not to tell my roommate about meeting me in a drag club, and you can't tell him that i was in a skirt when we met, and you especially can't tell him about Angel," Mark said, indicating the stage at the last part of his request.
"I swear on a stack of Holy Bibles that I'll never tell. So, your roommate is homophobic, then."
"Extremely, and he's OUR roommate," Mark replied, relieved at Roger's ready acceptance of his only condition on taking him home with him.
Mark looked at the stage, surprised to find that Angel was taking his final bows. He turned to Roger,"Prepare to meet the most wonderful person in the East Village."
Angel walked off stage scanning the crowd for Mark, he spotted him at a table talking to a drop dead gorgeous blonde man. Swallowing the doubt, and the sudden pang of fear that struck him in the chest. He mustered all his courage and walked to the table and wrapped one arm around Mark's shoulder's and said in a light almost cheerful tone,"Is this handsome young man my competition?"
Mark looked up at him, wrapping his arms around Angel's waist. "Not a chance," he said, pulling up Angel's shirt and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Angel's squealed giggles caused everyone in a ten foot radius to turn and look at the group.
The groups moved from the lounge to Angel's dressing room, where Roger's situation was explained, and Mark went back to looking like Mark. They sat and talked and laughed until almost midnight, when Mark looked at his watch.
"I have to call Benny, let him know that I'm still alive, and that I'll be home kind of late," Mark said.
Angel pointed to the phone in the corner. Mark made the call, no answer, so he left a message on the machine, figuring that Benny was probably screening, or in bed. He walked back to small couch where Angel and Roger were sitting. He sat next to Angel and wrapped his arms around the man, who, in the course of one night had managed to change his life forever. There was a sharp knock on the door, all three jumped like they'd been shot. Angel got up to answer the door, he had just gotten to his feet when they heard someone screaming from the other side of the door.
"Mark, you fucking faggot, I know you're in there!!! Open this fucking door!" It was Benny(duh).
"Mark, honey, you don't have to,"Angel said to him.
Mark was looking very uncertain, and scared at the same time. He turned to Roger,"Sorry, man, looks like I'm now homeless, and I don't have place to go."
Benny, right on cue, screamed,"Fine you fucking fag, bit don't you dare come back to MY apartment, except to get your shit, and it all better be gone by the time I get home from work tomorrow!" With that he left, they could hear his footsteps echoing in the hall.
Mark burst into tears, and Angel wrapped his arms around the sobbing filmmaker. Roger looked like he was ready to bolt, when Angel pulled him into the embrace.
"Don't run, it'll make it worse," Angel whispered into Roger's ear, not knowing how he knew, just that he knew.
Roger wrapped his arms around Angel and Mark, and they sat there, holding on to each other until Mark's crying subsided.
Mark pulled away as well as he could, apologizing,"I'm sorry you guys, I should have expected this to happen sooner or later. I was just hoping it would be later rather than sooner. I didn't mean to break down like that, it's just that Benny and I have been friends since first grade, and just like that," he snapped his fingers,"I lose my home and best friend."
Angel pulled him closer,"Don't appologize, baby, if he can't accept who you are, then he's not a very good friend in the first place, but I am sorry about you not having a home, so you two will stay here with me until you find a place."
Roger and Mark both stared at him,"Are you serious?" they ask almost simultaneously.
"Of course I am."
They resumed the group hug, and sat there for awhile, when there was another knock on the door. Mark froze, his whole body going stiff. Then Bella poked his head in, they all visibly relaxed.
"Are you guys okay? That asshole, whoever he was, didn't hurt anybody, did he?" Bella asked, worried.
"We're okay, Bella, just hurt feelings, that's it," Angel answered.
Bella nodded and left to try and calm down the rest of his crew, before they tracked down the little prick, and beat him to a bloody pulp. After Bella left Angel pulled out of the group embrace and began pulling all sorts of pillows and blankets out of the bottom of the closet.
"Markie, you can share the bed with me, if you want to, if you're not comfortable with it yet, there's the couch or the floor. Roger, there's the couch or the floor for you," Angel said, completing his task and changing into an over-sized t-shirt to sleep in.
Mark slipped out his jeans and climbed into the bed next to a pleasantly surprised Angel. Roger grabbed a pillow and blanket from the pile, and settled onto the couch.
"Good night,"Mark whispered.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."