Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. Though I am claiming Roger.. Lol.
The lights flicked on as the small loft filled with the soft clapping. Mark walked over to the projector, flicked if off, then went to stand in front of his friends. Another year had gone by since Mimi's close call and he had made another film for his friends.
"Mark that was amazing! I loved it!" Maureen cried, standing up happily and throwing her arms around the film makers neck.
"Yeah Mark. You really outdid yourself this time." Roger agreed, pulling a knee up to his chest.
"Thanks guys. I'm glad you liked it." Mark muttered, a small blush creeping over his face. Removing his glasses, he rubbed a hand over his face, giving a small laugh.
"It's better than the shit you were doing before. 'Specially that Buzzline crap you did." Roger said, giving a laugh. "Don't you agree Meems?" He questioned his girlfriend.
"Hu? Wha…..?" Mimi muttered, snapping back into reality. "Yeah…it was…great." She agreed, giving a weak nod.
"You ok hun?" Joanne asked, looking over at the girl concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…Mark can I speak to you outside?" Mimi asked gently, standing up and going out on the fire escape.
"Sure." Mark agreed, going out behind her. Looking to his friends before he went out, he gave a small shrug. "Meems? Is everything alright? Whats going on?"
"It's just…" She started, leaning against the railing, her back to him. "I…Why did you come to the Cat Scratch and film me working?"
"Well. That's who you are Mimi. I tried to get the…real side of everyone. What's the problem with that?"
"Mark! I don't want to be remembered like that!" She cried, turning to face him, tears now filling her eyes.
"What? But…" He muttered before she cut him off.
"Mark, I know that I'm going to die before Roger…When I go I want him to move on. Get married. And I want you to show his wife…or girlfriend that film. But, I don't want to be remembered as the stripper who died of AIDS 'cause she was addicted to Heroin."
"Meems…"
"I don't want to be like April!"
"Is that was this is about? April?"
"No. Yes…Maybe. I just….I want everyone to remember that I died fighting. That I didn't go down easily. I want to be remembered as the one who was so in love with Roger….who changed everything for him."
"That's how he'll remember you. You're overreacting."
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I am just overreacting. I'm so sorry Mark."
"Don't worry Meems. I'm here for you. So are Joanne, Maureen, Collins and Roger. Don't ever be afraid to talk to us, alright?"
Giving a small nod, she managed a small smile. "Thanks Mark." She murmured, hugging him gently.
"How 'bout we go inside?" He muttered. "Its getting cold."
"Alright." She agreed, stepping back inside behind Mark.
"Hey Rog? Where'd everyone go?" Mark asked his friend.
Roger yawned before replying. "Collins has early work tomorrow. And the diva made a dramatic exit with her lover." Making a small twitching movement, his wrist leaned lightly on his knee, the hand gripping a beer bottle.
"Very funny." Mark muttered, rolling his eyes. "Hey, when'd we get beer?"
"Last one.." Roger said, sticking his tongue out. "Collins brought a few. I dunno maybe there's another one in the fridge." He added, giving a shrug. Looking over Marks shoulder, he gave a sweet grin to Mimi. "You alright?"
"Yeah." She replied. "Just tired."
"You wanna go to bed?" He asked softly, reciving a nod from her. "Well. Then we will. Whatcha gonna do Mark?" He questioned, getting up from the sofa and walking lazily over to Mimi.
"I'm probably gonna hit the sack now too. I might go out early to film."
"Alright. Night Mark." Roger muttered, wrapping an arm around Mimi's shoulders.
"Night guys." Mark replied, heading in and closing his bedroom door.
Roger gave a small smile down to Mimi as they walked into his room. Curling up in a small ball on his bed after kicking off her shoes, she waited patiently while Roger changed. Sliding in next to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. "I love you Meems." He muttered gently.
"I love you too Rog." She replied.