Author's Notes: I SAW RENT! I SAW RENT THE PLAY! I FOUND A BOOTLEGGED COPY ON THE INTERNET. Now I don't support bootlegging but I live in a little town that will never get RENT cause well, I live in Texas. BUT if anyone can tell me where I can get a legal copy of the show on either DVD or VHS I'll buy it. Till then desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides I just spent 40 dollars to see RENT in Arkansas. So I'm sure Jonathan will forgive me. I don't need to repeat I don't own the characters. WARNING: Musical lyrics in paragraphs towards the end. Hope you like.
Lucky Star
Chapter 5:
Drama is life with the boring parts cut out.
Lucky smiled as she rolled out of Roger's bed. It smelled like him and she could even catch a scent of Mimi's perfume. She was glad Roger had found someone, someone to spend the rest of his life with no matter how short it was. Padding her way to the kitchen she silent made her tea and opened the fridge. "Assholes, nothing health or low cal or fat free: I hate them." Lucky muttered jealous that the two guys had nothing but eggs, pizza, beer, cheese, steaks, a little chicken, and of course ice cream, CHOCOLATE ice cream her favorite.
Pushing her hair out or her face Lucky started humming as she pulled out the eggs. She'd have to run an extra mile later but they were well worth it. She had her brother back and maybe with time she'd have a best friend in Mark again. Mark hadn't been angry at Lucky for never telling him. He'd just mourned his child and gave Lucky a hug of support.
Mark sat in the chair next to the couch humored that Lucky hadn't even noticed him. She was in her own world as she hummed and cooked in the kitchen. It didn't bother Mark he got time to admire her openly. She was still the most beautiful creature he'd seen her blond hair curly by nature was usually flat ironed or straighten into submission. Mark had always loved her curls, when they had made love Lucky would get sweaty and before long her curls would come out and she'd look amazing: wild yet tamed by his touch and kisses. Her skin glowed warm in the rising New York sunlight. Mark felt a stirring in him. Now wasn't the time but maybe someday she'd forgive him. Maybe they'd have another chance at happiness and another chance at a baby. Make felt himself grow hard at the idea of Lucky caring his child in her body.
Lucky jumped as she noticed Mark sitting in a chair. God she looked a wreck and he as annoying as it was always looked like he'd been up for hours. "Hey sunshine." Lucky said smiling. Mark smiled back and her and stood coming over to the counter.
"Assholes because we don't eat health?" Mark's eyebrow rose and he looked at her.
Lucky blushed, "I didn't mean it. It's just annoying that you and Rog eat the most fattening stuff and are wickedly thin and I have to watch every calorie that goes in my mouth. And for every 100 calories I eat I have to run." Lucky complained. She finished her eggs and offered Mark half. He shook his head "You need them. You're too thin. You weigh what, 110 soaking wet?" Roger looked at her. "105, but I'm in excellent health thank you." Lucky said turning her back. Just to annoy her, Mark grabbed her cup of tea drinking from it, "Smart ass if you wanted some why didn't you just ask?" Lucky said making herself another. Mark smiled as they headed over to couch and chairs.
"So what are your plans today?" Mark asked. "You're kidding right? Mark first rehearsal. Remember. 8 am. I've still got to go back to my loft and get dressed." Lucky said eating her breakfast. "It's 7:00 am you'll never make it." Mark said glancing at his watch. "Well I can't very well go in what I was wearing last night." Lucky said with a smile. "Wait right here." Mark said going to his room and then bring back a box that read LUCY.
"You weren't very proficient in packing." Mark said. "I was upset." Lucky teased. Mark stopped and walked over to her sitting next to her. "I bet you were beautiful pregnant." Mark whispered. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I felt like the ugliest thing in the world." Lucky admitted looking at him. "God I am so sorry Lucky. If I could I would've done it completely differently." Mark promised. "I know. Just wasn't ment to be at that time. We could go sometime. To see Marcus' grave its here in the city, I don't go as often as I used to; hurts to think about it." Lucky looked at her tea. Mark caught her face making her look at him. "I'd like that and please stop blaming yourself. There were two people responsible for that baby and one was being a dick head." Mark pulled Lucky into his arms. He felt her sigh and rest her head against his chest.
Here Lucky felt safe, in Mark's arms. In Mark's arms no one was dying, she wasn't alone. In Mark's arms they were happy and the trails of the past were behind them. But that was only in Mark's arms and Lucky couldn't get lost in Mark's arms again. She'd done it once and it nearly killed her.
"So tell me what's in this big box." Lucky said standing starting to go threw the box. She found old jeans she'd left and shirts. "I looked everywhere for this shirt." Lucky said pulling out a long sleeved green thermal top. It had her favorite quote on it, Drama is life with the boring parts cut out. Pulling out other clothes she blushed and laughed, "Ohhh, my Madonna phase." She groaned pulling out a pale peach booster. "Hey I liked that top." Mark defended. "I'll bet you did. That can be burned." Lucky said throwing it in box again. Pulling out a pair of jeans she checked the size and though they'd be a little big she could wear them. "Okay I'm going to go shower. Did you guys by a hair dryer yet?" Lucky asked looking skeptical. "It's Mimi's" Mark muttered. Lucky smiled and head towards the shower.
"Good Morning Bitches." Collins said entering the loft. Mark was in the kitchen seeing the man Mark was reminded of a question, "Did you know when you put her on that subway." Mark asked slightly angry. "Know what?" Collins asked. "The baby, did you know when you put Lucky on that subway that she was pregnant?" Mark asked a little annoyed. "I suspected." Collins answered grabbing a cup of coffee. "YOU WHAT!" Mark screamed. "And you didn't tell me." Mark accused. "Hey man I wasn't the one that put here on that subway. You did, and I wasn't the one who wouldn't get his head out of his ass and go after her, you were. So are you a daddy or what?" Collins asked. "No and yes: we lost the baby." Mark muttered. "Oh shit man I'm sorry." Collins said pulling Mark into a hug.
Mark and Collins sat in Mark's living room talking. "I'm worried about you Mark." Collins finally admitted. "I'm worried about what will happen after we're all gone." Collins looked at his coffee.
Mark was stunned this was the first time that Collins had ever talked about life after he died. "I don't know what I'll do. Make my movies; hang out with Benny, Joanna, and Maureen. Now that Lucky's back I don't know." Mark admitted. "Do you love her?" Collins asked. "Yea, I don't think I ever stopped loving her. Everyone else was just a distraction from her: even Maureen. Though you tell her that and I'll deny it. I don't need her screeching like a banshee in my ear thank you." Mark said.
"So I know what kept you from being together last time. What's keeping you this time?" Collins asked. "Me." Mark answered. "Well I hope you find happiness before we're all gone." Collins said and then started coughing. It was a rattling coffee, hard and deep. "Collins are you okay?" Mark asked concerned. For most people coughs were normal. For an A.I.D.S. patient they could be the beginning of the end. "Fine, fine: sit down before you hurt yourself." Collins said waving Mark away.
"Okay Mark I'm ready lets get going or we'll be late and I still have warm ups and you get to get Roger out of Mimi's bed." Lucky said. She hadn't bothered trying to fight her curls today. With out the right tools it would be impossible. Collins looked at Lucky and then Mark with a knowing grin. Mark hit in upside his head and then looked at Lucky. "I wouldn't go near Roger and Mimi's bed for anything." Mark smirked, "He'll just miss the first rehearsal."
The group had been surprised when they walked in and there was a stage. A large stage, Lucky looked at Mark and smiled, "Wait till you walk into your first Broadway show. There's no feeling like it. From here on out Mark you'll be famous so be prepared." Lucky whispered in his ear.
Mark decided that day his favorite thing in the world to do was watch Lucky work. She had passion and drive and talent. She was amazing as they read threw the play and did rough blocking for Act. 1. Mark was entranced at how Lucky could command your attention. When she sang Out Tonight he smiled seeing Mimi in her. The fact was Lucky had captured Mimi perfectly. Lucky understood things about Mimi that it had taken Mark two years to figure out.
It was ten at night before the group wrapped rehearsal. No wonder Lucky was so thin, she had to be reminded to eat, drink, breath at times. Theater had become her life and she hated to stop to do mundane things like survive.
"Hey Mark." Lucky said as he grabbed his jacket. The rest of the cast had already left and Mark was supposed to lock up. "Can we work for just like ten minutes more? I swear we'll leave right after that." Lucky begged. Mark frowned and then nodded. "What do you want to work on?" Mark asked looking at Lucky. "The bridge between Out Tonight and Another Night, I feel like I'm missing something." Lucky said. "Since you know all the words by heart already you be Roger. I'll pick it up from the last stanza. Sit on the table." Lucky ordered. Mark smiled; he wondered if she knew how much of a perfectionist she was.
Lucky took a breath and started to sing, "Let's go out tonight: have to go out tonight." She walked around the chairs that were supposed to be the doors to Mac and Dodger's loft. She smiled coyly at Mark who sat entranced as Lucky continued to sing, "You're sweet: Wanna hit the street? Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat? Just take me out tonight." Lucky climbed onto the table and started to crawl down it.
Mark swallowed watching her. "Was this what Roger felt when Mimi did this to him? Well sort of?" Mark thought to himself. Lucky grinned standing up on the table she put her feet on either sides on Mark and kept singing feeling a high from the look on Mark's face, "Please take me out tonight. Don't forsake me - out tonight. I'll let you make me - out tonight. Tonight - tonight – tonight" Lucky kneeled down and kissed Mark.
This wasn't like the kiss she'd given Austin fifteen times today as they had rehearsed. This was something different. Lucky felt this kiss in her toes. Her skin became electric as she felt Mark run his hands up the back of her thighs pulling her closer to him, his hands rest on her hips.
Breaking apart Lucky looked into Mark's eyes and saw her future. "I've missed you so much Lucy." Mark whispered. "I thought you'd never want me after losing Marcus." Lucky confessed. "I want you more because of Marcus." Mark admitted running his hand up her back pulling her to him so Mark could kiss her again.
Mark smiled running his fingers up and down Lucky's naked arm as she slept soundly; her head resting comfortably on Mark's chest. He listened to the jazz singer in Lucky's C.D. player. He kissed her forehead. Mark had her back and was never going to let Lucky go again. No matter the life's trails that were to come Mark couldn't imagine trying to over-come them with out Lucky by his side. He felt her shift in her sleep and held his breath. She needed this, she needed rest and to feel loved and special.
Lucky blinked as she moved closer to the heat of Mark's body. He'd fallen asleep with a cute smile on his face. Quietly she slipped out of the bed and headed towards the kitchen. Cas-Sea was supposed to come over but Lucky would call and cancel. He'd understand. Lucky made her way threw the loft to see a light blinking on her answering machine. She must've not noticed last night when she brought Mark here last night. Pushing play she busied herself making tea for the two of them.
The first message was from Sandy her hairdresser. Lucky had forgotten about the appointment she was suppose to have yesterday. Sandy would forgive her. He always did.
Lucky smiled as she felt and arm snake around her waist and one moved around her chest pulling her back into Mark's chest. He kissed her neck and whispered, "Good morning beautiful." "Morning sugar." Lucky whispered her accent slipping slightly. Mark grinned he was about to say something when he was interrupted by Lucky's answering machine,
"Lucky: Lucky it's Roger are you screening? Is Mark with you? God, we've looked everywhere for you, Collins collapsed last night. We're at General. Come as soon as you can." Roger yelled. A shatter of mug on wooden floor broke the silence as Lucky's hands went to her mouth, "Collins," was all that she could muster.
Author's Closing: I hope ya'll all went AHHH like I did when Mark and Lucky finally made up. I thought it would be cute if they were in the same position that Roger and Mim's had been in when they found each other finally. Love ya'll. Remember: NO DAY BUT TODAY.