A/N: I KNOW, I'm a terrible person. I really, really am. I'll try to update today...but I can't guarantee it. I have a dress up party to go to and guess who's going as Mimi? Yes...really bad idea lol. Because it snowed last night...great timing, I have a cold, and I'll be wearing a short skirt and fishnet stockings.SNEEZE! sigh...Oh well, I'll make the best of it. I'm even bringing a candle lol. AND if I can find it, I'm trying to find a little pill box to put M&Ms or something in as my AZT. I think I got way too excited about this lol.

A/N2: Anyone hear that version of One Song Glory that Adam sang live at Joe's Pub? It's incredible! I've been talking about it non stop to a fellow Adam fan, and even she, whenever I bring it up, just sighs and walks away lol. But it is really good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mark or Roger or Anthony Rapp or Adam Pascal...unfortunately...that saddens me so much...also, in the last chapter, I wrote something about the human heart being flawed. Got that from a book by Jonathan Ames, My Less Than Secret Life. It's incredible, GO READ IT!

After another stressful day at band practice, Roger finally arrived home at the loft. Whether is was Chris offering him more smack, which he uncertainly turned away, or getting chords wrong, or the pain in his out of shape fingers, it just wasn't a good practice.

All Roger wanted to do was come home to Mark. His beautiful, constant, smiling Mark.

When he did come home, however, Mark wasn't there.

Not the real Mark, anyway.

Roger stared at the blonde filmmaker, mouth agape, dropping his guitar case on the wooden floor with a loud thud. Mark was in plaid PJ pants...HIS plaid PJ pants...a wife beater, hair all gelled up, and worst of all, his camera just lying on the floor...with what looked like film hanging out.

"Mark...what the fuck is this?"

Mark looked up with a smile. It was then that Roger noticed Mark's glasses were gone too. "I've decided for a change. I figure," He got off the couch and walked over to Roger, a smirk plastered on his face, "I'm young, we've been getting by so far, why not get a little reckless?"

Roger backed away. "Because it's idiotic! Because we can't afford to be reckless! Because...because you can't be reckless!"

Mark laughed. "What? What do you mean, I can't be reckless?"

"You're supposed to be the responsible one. You're supposed to take care of me. You're supposed to watch after me and continuously nag me to take my AZT! Where'd that Mark go!"

Mark walked away, into his bedroom. "That Mark's gone. Get used to it." Mark slammed the bedroom door, making the entire loft rattle.

But Roger wouldn't let him get off that easily.

"Mark, open the damn door!" He yelled, pounding his fists on the door. After a few minutes, Mark finally did open the door.

Looking at this new Mark, Roger found himself speechless. This wasn't Mark. This couldn't be Mark. After all the years that he knew the man, Mark never did nor wanted to look or act like this. Put up this tough front. Curse Roger off. Be a jackass.

"Why are you doing this?" Roger asked desperately. "Why are you changing? Don't you realize that it's the old Mark I fell in love with? The old Mark that made me smile and made me laugh and kept me alive? Where'd that Mark go?"

Mark turned his head. Roger wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a tear slide down Mark's pale cheek.

"Why are you doing this?" Mark retaliated. "What are you trying to prove?"

Roger became clearly confused. "...what? I thought you wanted me to be..."

"I did...I thought I did. But seeing you responsible and all that crap...it wasn't you. You weren't meant to be responsible." Roger began to laugh. "I mean it. I'm supposed to take care of you."

"Mark, I need the job. We need the money."

"I know but...I'm not used to it. You taking care of the two of us. I don't like it. It's not you. It's not the Roger I fell in love with. I couldn't live with that Roger. I couldn't love that Roger. I know, I would get angry at you and tell you to grow up...but I think, through it all, I loved that deep down. The fact that I was more responsible than you. I would look at what we had together, our future, and the fact that I'd take care of you for the rest of your life was pure bliss for me."

Roger stared at Mark before sighing. "You're sure? You're positive? You want the old me back...the one who slept until 3 PM and ate all the food and never changed out of his pajamas and the one who occasionally would flush the toilet when you took a shower?"

"I think I...wait a minute, that was you? I thought that was Maureen!"

"Mark, just answer the damn question."

"Yes! I want that Roger back! Sans the toilet flushing thing."

Roger smiled and nodded. "Fine. I guess I'll quit the band then..."

Mark cocked his head. "I thought you loved the band?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? I hated them! That one guy offering me drugs and the music was awful and not to mention, my fingers are so out of shape, I thought they were bleeding when I pressed them against the strings. Quitting the band is definitely a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

Mark laughed before grabbing Roger and kissing him. "So...I can have my old Roger back?"

"If that's what you want."

Mark nodded. "It's definitely what I want."

"Okay. I'll come back to you."

Mark smiled before looking down at himself. "I'll go change. I look ridiculous."

"Actually you look kind of hot..."

"You're kidding, right...?"

Roger laughed before pinning Mark to the bed, closing the door behind them.

A/N: NOT DONE YET! Got one more chappie on the way. So...yeah! Hope you enjoyed!