Author Notes: My first continuation Mark and Roger fics. Thanks to everyone who reviewed 'Just some guy'

Disclaimer: Rent and its characters belong to the wonderful Mr. Jonathan Larson

Italics are thoughts. In this chapter they're all Mark. Bold Italics are flashbacks.

All I Have is You

Chapter One: I want you for Me.

I could spend the rest of my life waiting. Waiting behind a camera lense , watching you live your life while I hide. Watching you live your short termed life to the fullest. Does it scare you knowing your days are numbered?

"Hey Mark, Mimi and I are gonna head down to the Life. You wanna come?"

Roger asked walking into the living room of their Avenue A loft.

Mark shrugged.

"I guess." he mumbled. "Do we have any money?"

"No but Mimi does."

"Mimi has money? I thought she quit the Cat Scratch Club?"

"She did. She's working at some fancy restaurant up town somewhere. She's a hostess."

"Ah.." Mark picked up his camera from where it lay on the couch and stood up.

"Roger! Mark you guys coming?" Mimi was heard yelling from downstairs.

"Coming!" Roger shouted back, slipping on his coat. "Let's go Mark."

Mark nodded, wrapping his scarf around his neck and putting his beloved camera in his bag , he followed Roger downstairs and on to the Life Cafe.

Always watching. Never joining in.

Later that night, Roger was sleeping soundly in his room. It was one of his better nights. No waking up every few minutes, no moaning and groaning in his sleep. Perhaps it was because of the full stomach he came home with. Mark couldn't help but enjoy the peace. He was in his own room, organizing film strips and editing his latest film. Every so often he'd get distracted and stare at his door. Knowing Roger was only feet away in his own room. Mark sighed.

Ever since Maureen, he'd been doubting his own ability to date or fall in love again. He'd given his heart to Maureen only to have it crushed.

More like stomped

As the days of his heartbreak lingered on, his roommate was going through his own troubles. Coming home high or drunk was something Mark had become slightly accustomed too. But that night was different. That night it was Mark to come home late, only to find Roger sobbing in the living room and a bloody April dead in the bathroom.

"Roger?" he asked, walking in the door finding his friend in a horrible state of tears and sobs. No words escaped the rockers mouth. Except a muffled

"April..." Then more tears, his shaky finger pointing toward the bathroom door.

Mark's heart stopped when he walked into the open door, the normally white walls stained crimson. April's dead and bloody body laying on the floor, a razor blade laying next to her.

Mark wanted to help Roger. He wanted to reach out and hold his friend. Tell him it was alright.

But Mark couldn't.

Mark passed out.

It was Collins who walked in minutes later to find Roger, still crying, and Mark passed out in front the bathroom door.

Mark collected all the filmstrips he's organized and put them in a box. He cleared off his bed and straightened out his "blanket". He walked over to his desk and rummaged through his papers until pulling out a thick pack of stapled papers. A screenplay. A very old screenplay he'd half written when April was still alive. He flipped through the pages a bit and then threw it back down again.

How pathetic.

His door creaked open. Mark jumped, startled.

"Mark...you awake?"

"Roger?" he half whispered turning around towards the door.

"Can I come in?"

"You're already half way there." Mark joked. Roger stifled a laugh and walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Though you'd be asleep." Roger commented.

"Nah. Couldn't. I thought you were sleeping. You were very peaceful for a change."

"Ha ha."

"So what can I do for you? You don't often come into my room in the middle of the night.:"

Wish you would though...

"I just...I dunno I woke up and had this feeling that I should come check on you."

"Hmm you checking on me. There's a switch."

Roger laughed.

"Guess so. Well...anyway I'm gonna go back to bed." "You do that."

No don't go...stay with me...

"Yeah. See you in the morning Mark."

"Night Rog."

And he walked out. The door quietly closing behind him. Mark let out a long breath that'd he'd been holding and fell back on to his bed.

When can I have you? I want him for me...not Mimi.

Since his break up with Maureen, Mark thinking he'd lost everything, had gained one thing.

The knowledge that he loved Roger Davis.

Author Notes: Well shall I continue this? Review and let me know!