Disclaimer: I do not own RENT or it's characters.
Author's notes: As the title indicates: This is the happy ending. If you want the sad ending, read the next post. If you want happy stay here. Also the word ending is indicated, because this is the end of this fic unless you read the sad ending as well. Then that would be the end of the fic. Thanks to all reviewers.
As it is the ending it's kind of short. And by kind of, I mean very. Sorry about that.
Roger entered the loft, trying to be quiet, figuring that Mark was probably asleep. And as he flicked the light switch on, placing his guitar case on the floor he learned that he was right. Mark was asleep. Just not in his room where he had left him. Mark was sprawled on the couch, under a few blankets, with Musetta curled underneath his chin.
He was virtually silent closing the door, and walking over to the living room area, placing the camera on the crate, and sitting on the edge of the couch, where Mark wasn't propped. Roger placed a hand gently on Mark's forehead, relieved to find that while it was still radiating heat it was far less. Resigned not to disturb him he bent over, placing a light kiss on his forehead, then stood back up, ready to go into his room and get some sleep.
"Roger, you home?" The voice was quiet, horse, and groggy, but Roger knew it was Mark.
"Yeah." He nodded, and turned back around, facing the filmmaker who was moving the cat away from his chin. "I'm sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep."
Mark ignored him, sitting up and reaching around for his water, and then his glasses that were next to it. "How'd tonight go?"
Roger sat on the couch, realizing how in vain it would be to try and convince Mark to sleep without hearing about it. "It went really well. Everyone loved your film." He paused. "I heard some people. They were really into it."
"What about the song?" He drank more water. "Did they like your song?"
"I think so." Roger reached over and started petting Musetta. He wouldn't admit it, but he had grown as affectionate to the cat as he had for Mark. "But you know they were all there for you. I could have just played Musetta's Waltz and they would have been clapping."
Mark laughed a little, rolling his eyes. "Not the way you play it."
"Watch it." Roger warned pretending to be offended. "Come on, you need rest. Let's get you to bed."
"But I want to hear all about the night." Mark protested a little as Roger stood.
Roger gestured to the camera. "It's all on film, you can see it in the morning."
"Fine." He pouted a little like a child, but removed Musetta and gathered up the blankets, following Roger into the room they now shared, the room that was previously just Roger's.
Roger settled Mark into the bed first, like he always did, making sure that he was tucked in and comfortable, and that he had access to everything that he might need. Then he climbed into the bed behind him, wrapping his arms around the filmmaker's waist, pulling him close, to the point where each curvature of their bodies matched up; they fit together like two puzzle pieces, a fact that they had discovered a long time ago.
Mark was already drifting off to sleep. Roger could hear the rattling breaths evening out to a slow and steady rhythm. Roger closed his eyes as well, letting the breaths lull him into sleep, but a sound drifting in through the walls kept him awake.
"Speak!"
"Mark Cohen? This is William Hickory, from Assorline Productions. I was at the showing of your film tonight, and I want to tell you how impressed I was with your work. Assorline productions is interested in talking with you about releasing your film in a more widespread area. We also think your friend Roger Davis might be able to work on a soundtrack for it. Call us back as soon as you get the chance."
He left a number, but Roger didn't really hear it. A smile was too busy spreading across his face. It was possible that things were finally starting to really go right. He was pretty sure that things were finally fitting together.
There's the happy ending. Again I am so sorry about the length.