Hey everyone,

I hope everyone is having a happy holiday so far! I am new to writing RENT fics. This is my first one actually bows I have written for before but haven't so in a loooong time. So since this is my first RENT fic...comments are always nice! So Angel isn't dead in this...yet and this will more then likely be Roger/Mimi and Maureen/Joanne pairings. OK? Everyone with me so far? Alright no requirements from you guys. Just...well read and review! And enjoy!

Dru619

Freeway

Chapter 1

Freeway. New York mostly consists of long alley-ways and busy streets. Not a lot of freeways. But the one freeway that was evident just outside the city was where they had found her. Mark and Roger. Both were antsy, ready to go venture out on into something more then their apartment. Something more then meeting Mimi again for coffee. Or hanging out with Collins and Angel who seemed more caught up into each other these days to really pay much mind to them anyway.

The date was December 20. It was cold. The night before another storm had rolled through and dumped snow on the busy city and its occupants. Unfortunately for Roger and Mark they had been caught without any heat. Mimi too. She had come down with a nasty cold because of it and Joanne and Maureen had taken on the responsibility of taking care of her back at their place.

Roger was perched up on the side of the couch, lazily strumming a riff on his guitar in an effort to give his hands something to do and to warm up.

"Hey," Mark was in the kitchen, his elbows leaning up against the counter. "We should go do something. I haven't filmed anything but the coffee house in a long time."

"Where are we going to go?" Roger asked, halfway skeptical as his fingers did their own thing. Mark shrugged.

"Somewhere."

"It's too cold to exist. Let alone get up and actually exert energy for no apparent reason," he murmured letting his eyes slip shut for a second before opening them again. All he saw was Mimi. And that was all he saw these days when his brain wasn't in use. Which was more often then not. Mimi was like…his brains' screensaver. "Let's go see Mimi." This earned a groan from Mark.

"We just saw Mimi…3 hours ago! She's fine okay? Joanne and Maureen have heat. And as much as I hate to admit it, she's in good hands," Mark shoved his numb fingers into his coat pockets.

"That's where I want to go," Roger huffed stubbornly.

"No," Mark said simply. "I've never seen you so…caught up before. I need to get you out of the city for a while." It was Roger's turn to groan.

"Forget it," he sighed. "I'm staying here."

"Oh will you come on? Not that far out of the city. Not even really out of the city per-say. More just away from the busy part. Walk with me down to the freeway."

"The freeway? Mark what the hell is at the freeway?" Roger asked, setting his guitar aside. Mark shrugged, picking up his small camera from the kitchen counter.

"Looks pretty in the snow I guess." Roger thought for a minute then stood up, his mind made up.

"Fine. We'll go down the freeway. But if I get frostbite it's all your fault." Mark smiled and clapped him on the back.

"I am waaay ahead of you on that one. If I get frostbite I'll have to kick my own ass." Roger smiled. A walk couldn't be that bad.

Could it?

Freeway©Dru619