Disclaimer: Rent is fabulous; however, I don't own it.

Author's notes: This is chapter one of We Fit Together. I hope that you still like it. I also apologize if any of the characters are out of character. I've tried my best to keep them in, but I don't always connect with characters to write them properly, even when I have to include them. I hope they're OK.

I resurrected Santa Fe, and then added a verse. Please do not yell at me if it sucks.

Chapter One

Roger looked at Collins with a smile on his face as they exited some small, cheap restaurant. "I would love to be you for a day Tom." The two had run into each other, not soon after Roger had left the apartment and then went to dinner.

"What for?" Tom laughed. "My life's no better than yours is."

"Oh Yeah? Then how come you're always so happy?"

"That's just good old Tommy boy's nature." Tom lightly slapped Roger's shoulder as they started down the street. "I'd much rather be you for a day."

Roger loved it when Collins was around. Tom was the philosophical one who could always put things in perspective. Which is why Roger was so happy to have met with him; Collins would be able to help him get over Mimi. Mark, who had been doing everything to help Roger, was good at listening. He was good at making sure that Mark stayed healthy. Mark was good to vent to, but Collins was an advice giver. "Why's that?"

"You're always around your friends." Collins informed pointedly, sticking his hands in his pockets. "They'll always be there for you."

Roger sighed dejectedly. "Like who?"

"Joanne, Maureen, and Mark."

"Those three? Joanne gives me headaches, Maureen makes you dance, and Mark…well, Mark is someone specia- Mark is like a brother." Roger corrected himself hastily before he continued. "Besides, they're your friends too."

"Yeah, but not like they can be with you. If you've got a problem, in five minutes they'll be by your side."

Roger shook his head. "They're around 24/7. And they're always reminding you, take your AZT. And Mark is always shoving food in your face to make sure you eat."

"That doesn't really bother you."

"Well…no, but…"

"Let's face it Rog, it's not the people bothering you." Collins was laughing again. "It's living in this hellhole."

For a moment the two walked in a silence. Roger had a memory racing through his head. After a moment he brought it up. "Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe, oh sunny Santa Fe would be nice. Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe, and leave this to the roaches and the mice." He was joking, but after a moment Collins came back with a reply.

"What the hell's so wrong with opening it right here? Just because it's warmer don't make it nice. I say we open up the restaurant right here, 'cause who do you know, that cares about a few mice?" Collins gave his reply back, knowing it would settle Roger's thoughts. He had come up with notion a while back, but he knew that leaving would be worse for Roger.

After another moment, Roger shook some snow from his hair. "Thanks for showing Tom. You give me a break."

"From the madness?"

"And the boredom. Not much happens between Maureen's protests. But when she protests things always get exciting."

"When is her next one?"

"Who knows? She hasn't found something unjust yet. Most of the time she's just toying with Mark and Joanne."

"Where is he anyway? Doesn't he love filming what you do?"

Roger sighed a little. "He's been working on Today 4 U, making it more like a full documentary or something. So he's trying to get a typical Christmas Celebration on film."

"Oh, he wants the crack heads, and the hookers." Roger nodded. "Well, let's go back to your place and wait for him. He won't be that long."

The two turned the corner by the Cat Scratch Club, and started down the sidewalk, walking in a silence until Roger saw a form lying on the ground. For a moment he thought it was just some homeless junkie, but it was when he got closer that he saw the red snow next to the form. "Hey." He tapped Collins' chest as a gesture to point it out to him, before jogging up and kneeling next to the face down form. The man's hair was matted with blood, and there was a pool of blood around his head, that was mixed with vomit near his mouth. A thin layer of snow was across the man, who Roger could see wasn't wearing a coat, only a worn turtleneck sweater. "Hey man, you OK?" The only response Roger got was a groan. He put his hand on his shoulder and gently flipped the man over, catching his first glimpse of a bloody and bruising face. Across his eyes were glasses that were broken almost beyond recognition.

"Oh my god. It's Mark." Roger informed as Collins caught up with him.

"What? Collins got down next to him. "What happened?" He looked down at their camera wielding friend. He wasn't conscious per say, but his teeth were chattering, and the blood seemed to be flowing steadily.

"I don't know." Roger started to take his coat off, and put it over his friend. "He's cold as ice."

"He needs a doctor." Collins stood back up. "Stay with him, I'll go call for help." Then he took off.

Roger gently removed Mark's glasses, and placed them in his shirt pocket. "Mark." He spoke quietly. "Mark can you hear me? Come on Mark?"

Mark's eyelids fluttered a little, but with a little more coaxing from Roger they opened. "Roger?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yeah Mark." Roger gave a small smile. "I'm here. Tom's going to get some help."

"There's about five of you." Mark coughed up some more blood. Neither symptom went unnoticed by Roger, but he didn't know what to do about them. "And it's cold…aren't you cold?" Now it seemed that Mark was reverting to his usual self. Take care of others before as you would take care of yourself, but always before you take care of yourself. "Take your coat back." He coughed again. "You'll freeze."

"You need it more."

"I'm tired." A shiver ripped through Mark's body. "Can I go to sleep?" Now it was as though Mark was a completely different person. It was as though Mark was a young child.

Roger knew that Mark had three parts to his personality. The selfless filmmaker, the one he saw the most, the angry one, the one he saw the most after the usual; the one that he fought with, and he naïve, immature child, the one Roger knew was there, but rarely made an appearance.

For a moment Roger was thinking back on how to handle the situation; how Mark always handled him back when he came home with one of his various issues rearing its ugly face. "Not just yet Mark. Not just yet."

"Ambulance will be here in five minutes." Collins spoke, jogging back up. "How is he?"

"Finish the movie for me…" Mark's eyes cast over to the camera in the snow. "I have to got meet Angel." His eyes fluttered.

Roger ignored Collins' question, focusing on his friend whose eyes were fighting to stay open. "Mark, no. You have to stay with me. You have to help me write another song."

"Not Musetta's Waltz." Mark glanced around again as his vision swam. "Don't forget my camera." Then his eyes closed.

For a moment Collins allowed Roger to try and wake his roommate, but at the first chord of the ambulance sirens he placed a hand on Roger's shoulder. "Come on Roger, let's let them do their thing. They need to help him."

"I know." As Roger straightened to a standing he grabbed Mark's camera, and started to brush the snow off of it. "I can't leave him."

"They'll let you ride with him." Collins assured as the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics got out. "I'll meet you at the hospital. Do you want me to get anything from your place?"

Roger ran a hand through his hair. "God…uh…he'll need his spare glasses." He tried to think. "They're , well I think they're in his bedside table. And he'll want Roosevelt."

"Roosevelt?"

"It's this…bear thing. It'll be stuffed between his wall and the mattress. He tries to hide it."

"I've got you covered." Collins nodded. "Anything else?"

"I don't think so." Roger shook his head.

"I'll meet you here then."

The paramedics were loading Mark onto a stretcher. "Is one of you coming with us?" They asked and Roger nodded. "Let's go then."

The paramedics, Roger, and an unconscious Mark got into the ambulance and as they left, Collins bent down, picking up Mark's wallet and putting it into his pocket.

There's chapter one. Chapter two will probably be up really soon, but then it'll probably be weekly updates of one or two chapters since I have to go back to school.