This chapter is dedicated to Zam, because she is persistent and annoying, and if she doesn't finally review the story she's been forcing me to write, then I am abandoning her from my cyber life! And I want people to know, I only write when something comes to me, so ya, this chapter was forced out of my very small brain… sorry if it doesn't meat expectations…

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Angel walked into her room, closing the door behind her. She looked at Mark, who was sitting on her bed, crossed leg and fiddling with his camera. He looked up at her with sadness in his eyes, biting his lower lip. She cocked her head sympathetically to the side and smiled at him. "He's gone. You can go back out now."

Mark flung his legs over the side, but made no motion to actually get up. He looked to Angel with an obviously forced smile. "What did he say?"

Angel dropped her hands to her hips. "Go make tea or what ever it is that you drink, I'm gonna get dressed, and then we'll talk, okay?"

"Fine." Mark seemed to bounce off the bed and too the door, taking his camera with him. He walked back out to the kitchen and put water in a pot to boil, taking out cups and tea bags, setting them out as he waited for the water.

By the time the tea was done, Angel came out in a pink mini shirt, a blue shirt with pink flowers on it, matching tights, pink platforms, and her signature black bob wig. She sat at a stool by the counter and rested her head on her fist, smiling at Mark.

Mark gave her an odd look as he poured the tea. "What?"

She lifted her head back up and her voice went sing songy. "He loves you!"

Mark bit his lip. "I know that, but that's not really the thing in question at the moment."

"I know babe, but I do think he's really trying to sort this out on his own. I can't be easy for him."

"Ohh and it's sooo easy for me." He rolled his eyes and pushed a cup of tea at her. "He's not really the only one in this little triangle here!"

"That's not what I meant. I just meant that you want him, Mimi wants him, and he doesn't know what he wants. He's the one with the choice to make."

"Did he say that?"

"Well, Mimi pretty much broke up with him on spot, so I think he just has to come to term with this change in his life." Angel glanced over at the bag and box that Mark had brought with him.

Mark followed her glance. "Ya, umm… How long do you think that'll take?"

"Knowing Roger? I don't have a friggan clue… A week?" She looked back to Mark and nodded to the bag she had been wondering about. "You're not going back to the loft just yet are you?"

Mark blushed a bit and shrugged. "I don't think so. I need to wait for him to be ready. I think me being there will just make it harder."

Angel nodded. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere he won't look for me." He pulled a phone number out of his pocket and handed it to Angel. "Here's the number where I'll be. Don't give it out though ok? I'm not really in the mood to be bothered."

Angel put the number in a jar above the fridge and nodded at Mark. "So it's an in case of emergency thing?"

"Pretty much. Happy to talk to you anytime though." He hugged Angel, who returned it. "You really have been a huge help through this you know?"

"Ohh I know." Angel laughed softly and pulled away from Mark. "You should get going. Is it asking too much for you to call me when you get there?" She raised an eyebrow at him."

"Anything for you Ange." He gave her another quick hug before grabbing his bag and box and leaving her apartment.

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Roger went to some nameless bar for an hour or so, trying to sort everything out that was going on in his incredibly and now slightly intoxicated brain. It's not like he really had a choice to make. Mimi had ended it with him. He could help but smile thinking about it… but then he mentally hit himself. He shouldn't be happy that his girlfriend broke up with him, and now pretty much hated him. But it did make it easier to chose. But did that mean that he was only choosing Mark out of convince since he was the only one left to choose... … … No. Not at all. He did want to be with Mark. Mark was his best friend, his brother. Mark was his everything. Easy as that.

Roger took the last sip of his beer and ran a quickly as he could from the bar back to the loft. He slammed open the door and called loudly through out the loft. "Mark! Where are you?" He ran from the kitchen to Marks room, and even checked the bathroom for Mark, and when he didn't see him anywhere in there, he just stood in the kitchen, scratching his head. Where the hell could he be? It was close to two in the morning. He looked to the table, and suddenly saw a note that was sitting there. He ran to pick it up and read it quickly.

Rog,

Don't look for me until you have your life sorted out. Angel knows how to reach me, but don't call me until you know that that's what you really want.

Mark

Roger just looked at the note for a minute, dumb founded. Mark left? Mark –never- left. Where the hell would he go? Well if Angel knew, that was where Roger would start. He pocketed the note and ran back out of the loft and to Angels.

He would have knocked, but it was two in the morning, so he just used the key that Collins had given them and walked in and into the bedroom. Angel and Collins were sleeping, and they almost looked to peaceful to wake up.

Roger just crouched down by the bed and blew into Angels face. Her head slammed back, into Collins head and they both sat up, Collins with a hand over his nose and Angel with one rubbing the back of her head. Angel saw Roger and screamed, not knowing it was him, since the room was so dark.

"Angel, it's me, shut up."

Collins grumbled. "Roger? What time is it?" He looked at the clock on the night stand. "It's two in the morning Roger! What the hell are you doing here!"

Roger just glared at Angel, who sunk back against Collins. "Where-is-Mark?"

Collins looked from Roger, ready to spit fire, to Angel, trying to hide in a way. "Mark's gone?"

Angel slid out of bed and pulled on a shirt over her flannel bottoms. And crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not allowed to tell you where he is."

Roger pulled the note out of his pocket. "Yes you are! Once I wanna be with him, you can tell me! And I do."

Collins looked between them again. "You're with Mark?"

Angel ignored him. "Really? And this isn't just because Mimi broke up with you?"

"Mimi broke up with you? Why do I not know any of this!"

"Ya. I wanna be with him. I need to." Rogers shoulders fell and his eyes dropped a bit.

Angel couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "I don't actually know where he is. He just left me a number, and said he was going somewhere you wouldn't think to look." She left the bedroom and went into the kitchen, closely followed by Roger, and Collins, who was still as confused as hell. She got the jar down and took out the number, but didn't give it to Roger. "Are you sure? Cause if you change your mind and break his heart, I will kill you." She smiled at him, but not a big enough smile for him to take what she had said as a joke.

"I'm sure Angel." She handed him the number, and he just looked at it trying to figure out where the area code was from.

Colling joined him and looked over his shoulder, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What the fuck!" He started laughing. "He would –never-."

"What? He would never what? Where did he go?"

Collins grabbed his address book from the counter and flicked it open, to the correct page, cause Collins is just that cool. He took the number from Roger and compared it with the one in his book before looking back to Roger with a smug smile. "Wow. Kids got guts."

"Where did he go Collins!" Roger was getting pissed at this point.

Collins handed Roger the address book and number. "Scarsdale."

Rogers jaw dropped. "No way! He wouldn't!"

"If that number is right, he did."

"Well… That's only an hour away. I could get there."

"How? You don't have a car."

"I'll take the bus, or something."

"It's two thirty in the morning. I doubt there is one going out at this time."

"Then I'll go first thing in the morning." Roger looked at Collins with sadness in his eyes. "I have to Collins."

He put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder. "I know you do. But for now, you need to sleep. We'll see when the first bus is going out in the morning. Go sleep on the couch or something." He pushed Roger softly to the living room.

Roger nodded his head softly. "Ya. Okay…" He took off his jacket and sat on the couch. "Sure." He rested his head on his folded up jacket and faced the back of the couch, closing his eyes. He would get up in a few hours, get a seat on the bus, go to Scarsdale, find Mark, and tell him he had to come home. Easy as that. He let his brain shut off and felt him self fall into that deep sleep.