Author Notes: So sorry for the long wait. Things have been a little busy but now hopefully I'll have some more time to write. Anyway, here is the next chapter.

All I Have is You

Chapter 4: Cold

"Dammit..." Roger cursed as he stumbled out of his room.

"What's wrong?" Mark inquired, looking up from the couch where he was organizing some film.

"Stubbed my toe. No big." Roger mumbled as he walked to the kitchen. Mark sighed and went back to his work.

"You want to coffee?" Roger asked. Mark shrugged.

"Sure."

After a few minutes the smell of fresh coffee had filled the loft. Roger dug out some old mugs and poured some coffee for himself and Mark.

"Thanks." Mark said, taking the mug. Roger nodded and sat down on the chair next to the couch.

"So what film is this?"

"Just my latest footage. I'm just organizing it." Roger nodded, an awkward silence settling in. He was horrible at striking conversations, especially with Mark because he was so quiet. Normally Mark was the one who spoke first, always reminding him to take his AZT or asking him about his music.

The silence was deafening to Mark. He'd long stopped paying attention to the film he was supposedly organizing and now was only using it as something to keep his hands busy. His hands shook a bit from the cold that had settled into the loft. Their heater hadn't worked in months. Thankfully they still had power and hot water but no constant source of heat.

I wish he'd hold me...I'd be warm then.

After a few more minutes of listening to Roger sip his coffee, Mark stood.

"Going somewhere?" Roger asked as he watched Mark pick up his jacket and scarf.

"Yeah I was going to go pick up some dinner..."

"Want me to go with you?"

YES!

"No...it's alright. Anything you want in particular?" "What ever we can afford.."

Mark smiled, wrapping his scarf around his neck and grabbing his messenger bag.

"Alright, be back soon."

Roger nodded and Mark left.

Silence filled the loft again. Roger sighed and stood up, he picked up his guitar and flopped back down onto the couch, strumming a few chords. Absorbing himself into his music.

Mark shivered as he walked the few blocks to the Life Cafe. The wind was blowing and a light snow was falling.

It's better than the silence I guess...still I wish Roger was with me. Why did I tell him not to come?

Images of Mimi and April flashed through his mind.

Heroin

Needles

AIDS

Mimi

Smack

Angel...

Because you don't want him to get sick. You're not taking anymore risks are you Mark? Mimi's great but can she take care of Roger like I can? Jesus now I sound like I'm comparing myself to Mimi. Well... I am...I am the one who pulled Roger through that harsh withdrawal. Mimi took forever getting of smack and Roger could barley take care of her.

"Can I help you?" Mark snapped out his trance, realizing he was now standing at the counter of the Life Cafe.

"Umm yeah I'd like..."

He order two sandwiches and then an extra one for Mimi if she came over.

Always the nice guy aren't I?

"Here you go." the waiter said a few minutes later. Mark handed him a few dollars and walked out of the Life.

Mark walked down the street, absorbed in his thoughts as he tried to ignore the cold. Suddenly he felt someone bump into him, causing him to drop his bag with his and Rogers dinner.

"Hey watch it." Mark mumbled sounding more angry than he was. He looked up and saw a group of guys glaring at him.

Oh shit...

"You got a problem blondie?" one of them said. Shakily Mark bent down to pick up his bag.

"No...sorry I was just..." but the man kicked him in the ribs before he could pick up his bag. Mark fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his chest.

The men laughed.

"This what you want?" one of them said, holding up the small bag of food. Mark got to his feet and tried to take the bag back.

"Please, I need that..." Mark struggled to say, his voice was shaky and out of breath.

"Don't think so." The man holding the bag grabbed Mark by his shirt collar and held him against the wall. He threw the bag to the ground and punched Mark in the face.

Pain exploded in his head as he felt himself being thrown to the ground where the men began to kick him and punch him. He felt his glasses break, a piece of his lenses breaking and cutting his face. He felt them pick him up again and drag him in the nearest alley.

"He's kinda cute..." one of them remarked.

"In a scrawny kinda way."

"Let me go..." Mark coughed.

"I don't think so..." Another punch.

Mark's messenger bag was thrown to the ground.

Shit my camera...

The men started rummaging through.

No! Get the fuck out of my stuff!

"Nothing worth value in here. Pathetic." and his bag was tossed aside.

Maybe not to you...

They threw Mark to the ground again and ripped of his jacket.

"What are you gonna do with him?"

"Nothing, this kid is pathetic. Just leave him."

Mark heard them leave. He coughed, blood seeping through his clothing and down his face. His glasses lay smashed beside him and his bag thrown a few feet away. His whole body hurt. His vision was blurry and his head spun as he struggled to sit up. He managed to lean up against the wall, curling himself into a tight ball. He shook, tears threatening to fall.

"So cold..." he mumbled.

Roger...help me...

Author Notes: I'm going to leave it there for now. Review and let me know what you think!