Author Notes: Thanks so much to all my reviewers! I appreciate all of them. Its reviews that keep me going. Anyway, here is chapter 8

All I Have is You

Chapter 8: It feels right

Rogers POV

He's been passed out for hours now. I've never seen Mark more petrified in my life; it scared me. People get mugged all the time but for Mark it's different. He moved to New York to escape from his overbearing mother and his abusive father, most importantly, to become a famous filmmaker. It was always in the back of his mind that one day he might get mugged, but he eventually forgot about it. Walking through the streets daily with only a few moody junkies bugging you kind of sets it your mind that you've walked those streets for years and come out without a scratch. When Collins got mugged that Christmas it was a wake-up call. 'Hello stupid boho-boys, you can get mugged!'

Ever since then we've been a bit more alert.

"Roger?" a soft voice asked. Mimi.

"Hey Meems." I said, she smiled and bent down next to where I sat on the edge of Mark's bed.

"How's he doing?"

"He freaked out a little while ago…almost made a run for it but he's ok now…I think."

"That bad?" she asked, shocked.

"He had his weird look in his eyes, like he didn't see me but those bastards that hurt him. I swear if I ever see those guys I'll…"

"Calm down Roger." I sighed, every time I thought about Mark getting hurt my blood just boils.

"He'll be alright babe. We'll take care of him."

Mimi's voice calmed me down but I still felt restless. Part of me wanted to shoo Mimi away so I could take care of him myself. The other part of me wondered why I was suddenly so protective of him. It's like seeing Mark in this state should be my privilege and mine alone. After all that shit he went through when I endured months of withdrawal, you with think that me taking care of him now is my way of paying him back. But, forget all that…I want to take care of him; besides knowing Mark he'd probably be embarrassed for people to see him like this. He tries to hide his pain but somehow, he always seems to reveal a bit of it in front of me.

"I'm gonna go crash Rog…I'm beat." I nodded, knowing she was exhausted. "You coming down later?" she asked.

"No…I can't leave him. I won't leave him." She sighed, sounding a bit disappointed but I didn't care. Mark needed me.

"Ok, see you later." She kissed me lightly and walked out. I breathed a sigh I didn't realize I was holding in. I've never felt so tense around Mimi before.

Damn I just need to chill out.

I stood up, glancing at Mark one more time and then walking to the living room and picking up my guitar, and then heading back to my room. I sat for a while, unconsciously tuning my guitar but staring at Mark. Memorizing every part of his pale bruised face, his slightly ruffed up blonde hair, and his shivering skinny frame.

My poor Mark…

Wait a minute. MY Mark?

What the fuck is wrong with me? This is Mark. My best friend. Nothing more…besides I don't even like men. Or do I?

Why am I suddenly feeling attracted to him? Like I want to hold him like I hold Mimi.

Oh…yeah Mimi. Stupid Roger, stop it. You have a girlfriend. And anyway it's not like Mark is gay or anything and even if he was he wouldn't like me.

"Roger..." he mumbled.

Then again…

I set my guitar down and moved closer to him. Hesitantly , I reached my hand out and lightly brushed it along his cheek, when he didn't respond I moved my hand to his head, running my fingers through is hair. He moaned, my body froze as he squirmed around a bit. His hand began waving around, as if he was trying to find something, but he was still fast asleep.

Maybe he's dreaming?

I leaned over to calm him down, then his hand found mine. Before I could respond his fingers were interlaced with mine and I was frozen.

I snapped out of my trance and tried to pull away but Marks fingers wouldn't budge. Honestly…I didn't want them to. I sighed and maneuvered my way onto the bed. I might as well get some sleep. I couldn't control his hand in mine…and I certainly couldn't control him snuggling up against me. His head rested against my chest, and for the first time that night, he finally looked peaceful. I couldn't take that away from him so I stayed where I was.

Besides…this feels right.

Author Notes: Ooook this is short but since it's in Rogers POV it has to end here so I can move the story along. PLEASE REVIEW! I only got like 4 reviews for the last 2 chaps so plllease lemme know if you seriously want more.