Author's Notes: I took some liberties with this chapter since I don't know the geography of Manhattan. I hope you like this. This is for SamandJackForever, trio, cameragirl, and Jess who have been really great at reviewing for me. Thanks guys and I hope this is as much as you expect. No day but today.

It took Collins and Maureen ten minutes to calm Roger down. Roger was determined to head down to the World Trade Center, Ground Zero, was what the news caster had begun calling it. Maureen had received a call on her cell from Joanne Jefferson her lover telling her that she and their friend Benjamin (Benny to his friends) Coffin the Third were fine. They had been on their way to Manhattan for a meeting when the planes had crashed. Joanne told Maureen that they were turning around and would meet the rest at the loft.

Roger stared at the TV sitting no less then a foot away from it. He was searching the screen for Mark. Hoping against hope that a camera would capture the face of his friend as he walked by; anything to calm Roger and let him know Mark was okay. Roger looked at the screen and then the clock, 9:45 am. This whole nightmare started exactly an hour ago. That entire hour seemed to pass Roger in slow motion; he could feel the cold in his chest as he thought back: back to all the times he should've told Mark. Back to all the times he should've followed his instincts. Back to when he and Mimi fought for the last time.

Flashback

Roger looked at Mimi Marquez with fire in his eyes. This was it. The final betrayal, no more, he couldn't take the drugs, the men, and now, now she had made Mark cry. No one made Mark cry.

"Get out." Roger said coldly. Mimi looked at him dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" Mimi said. "I said get out." Roger said. "Are you fucking kidding me? Mark goes off on me and you take his fucking side?" Mimi yelled. "He didn't go off on you! He told you to keep your poison out of his loft. He has a right; he doesn't want to watch you kill yourself with your drugs." Roger yelled. "He's a wimp Roger. He can't take reality and the reality is he's a loser. He's never going to amount to anything, after we're all dead he's going to become a recluse who'll probably end up killing himself from his own depression and you know what? No one's going to remember him." Mimi said with a wicked grin on her face. It was amazing there was a time Roger thought that face to be beautiful. "Get out Mimi. I don't want you around here anymore. I see you again and you'll wish you weren't born." Roger said heading towards Mark's room.

He gently opened the door and found Mark sitting on his window sill smoking a cigarette. This was bad the only time Mark ever smoked was when he was upset.

"Hey." Roger said softly leaning against the wall looking out Mark's window. "Sorry I got into your secret stash." Mark said shrugging blowing out and ashing the cigarette. "Don't worry about." Roger shrugged. "You shouldn't yell at her. She wasn't saying anything that I haven't thought." Mark said. "She was wrong. You're worth ten of her." Roger said. "But you love her." Mark said. "But I love you more. My loyalties always lie with you Mark. And if Mimi can't understand that she has to go." Roger said. "I'm sorry I broke you two up." Mark said. Roger leaned down grabbing the back of Mark's neck making Mark look at him. "Listen to me, you didn't break us up, she did, you are an amazing director who will become famous someday. You are an amazing person to know, and if anyone is going to be forgotten it will be her. You've learned something she will never learn, and that's how to live life as if there was no day but today. You are Angel's mantra in living breathing form." Roger pulled Mark into a hug holding him close. God he loved his filmmaker.

Present

There was a banging on the door that brought Roger out of his thoughts. Collins pulled the door open as a young man stumbled threw holding a woman. "I'm looking for Roger." The young man coughed. Collins took the woman who Roger now recognized as Alexi Darling and laid her on the couch.

"Where's Mark?" Roger asked. Roger's eyes and zoomed in on Mark's scarf that the kid had wrapped around his neck. The kid unwrapped the scarf from his neck and handed it to Roger. "He said to give this to you. And told me to tell you he, he said he was sorry for never getting to tell you he loved you." Trevor said.

Roger slid on the floor of the bathroom Mark's scarf forgotten as he threw up in the toilet. Mark loved him. Mark had loved him and he had missed his chance. Roger laid his head down against the toilet. He looked at the scarf that lay in the middle of the floor. Standing up he ran to the kid. "Where is he?" Roger asked grabbing the kid by the shoulders. "Where the hell is he?" Roger said shaking the kid.

"South Tower, he was trying to get people out. He went back in."

Roger didn't remember running out the door. He didn't remember running the 10 minutes in took him to run to downtown Manhattan. But he'd never forget the plummet his stomach took as he watched in horror as the South Tower collapsed into the streets of Manhattan.

Closing Notes: I'm not going to lie I don't know how long the run would've been but I stretched it. I hope you guys like the chapter. Thanks for reviewing. I hope this lived up to the rest. Please review.

No day but today.

Cherry