A/N: I wrote this for challenge #140 over at the livejournal community speedrent. It's my first attempt at anything remotely Mark/Collins.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.


Really?

"Come on, Mark!" Collins yelled from outside the bedroom door. "We told everyone we'd meet them at the Life café at 8, which was 10 minutes ago!"

"I'm almost ready!" Mark yelled back. It wasn't his fault his camera had decided to go insane today. He had spent all afternoon trying to fix it, and he finally felt that he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

"Listen Baby, If you don't come out of that room right now, I will physically drag you out, and I won't be gentle about it!" Collins said.

Silence rang throughout the loft. It was broken by the scrape of the bedroom door against the floor.

"What did you call me?"

Uh oh, Collins thought. Why had he said that? He certainly hadn't meant to, it just…slipped out. It was just so natural. After a little over a year of grieving for Angel, his feeling had decided to move on and unfortunately attached themselves to Mark, his best friend who also happened to be straight.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, looking at the floor to hide his miserable face. "I really didn't mean to, and I promise not to again. In fact, I think that I'll just go…"

"No!" Mark exclaimed. "You don't have to go. And…" he blushed, "You can call me that whenever you won't to." He didn't look up to see Collins' face light up with a smile.

"Really?"

"Really."