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Mark ran into the waiting area of the emergency room. Roger had called him after he had arrived with the ambulance. He slowed down when he saw Roger sitting with is head in his hands. Mark sat down next to him and put a hand on his back, causing him to lightly jump.

"Sorry," Mark muttered. "What happened?" Roger finally looked up. Mark's heart sank upon seeing his tear stained face. Roger rarely cried. Mark had probably only seen him cry a few times.

"April," he started timidly. "She's… she slit her wrists. They won't tell me anything, except that she had AIDS. And… when I help her out of the bathtub, I exposed myself. They… they," he began crying harder. Mark put his arms around Roger's tense body and allowed Roger to cry into his shoulder. He pulled away after a few seconds and continued explaining. "They tested me. I won't know for two weeks."

"It's gonna be okay, Rog."

The next two weeks were hell for Mark and Roger. Roger went into a deep depression and Mark had to try to dig him out. Roger rarely spoke to Mark or anyone for that matter. Mark was doing everything he could, but Roger kept pushing him away. Today, Roger was going to get the results. The hospital had informed him that they would call sometime between 10 am and 2 pm. It was 11 and Roger looked like a zombie.

Roger lay on his bed and Mark sat above him with his legs on either side of Roger. Mark gently ran his fingers through Roger's dangling hair. He bent down and softly kissed the top of Roger's head.

"Everything will be okay," he assured him. He kissed him one more time, and then the phone rang. Roger tilted his head up to meet eyes with Mark then stood up before answering.

"Hello… yeah this is Roger Davis… and… what are the results… you're sure… okay thanks." Roger hung up and stared straight into Mark's eyes. They just stood in silence.

"Roger! Will you just tell me?" Roger could tell that Mark was on the verge of tears just by his voice. Roger stepped over to where Mark was now standing and pulled Mark close to him.

"It was negative," he whispered into his ear. Mark pulled his head back to meet Roger's eyes again. As soon as he was sure that Roger was being truthful, he kissed him passionately.

"You're sure," Mark asked when they released.

"Yeah," Roger smiled. Mark was happy that Roger was finally smiling and talking. And that he was negative.

"So, are you back to the old Roger, instead of the depressed Roger who mopes around all day?"

"Of course I am. Sorry for the way I've been acting the past couple of weeks. It was hard not knowing."

"It's alright, Rog. I'm just glad you're okay." Mark kissed Roger on the cheek softly. "You should go tell your parents."

"Yeah, let's go," he grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him downstairs. "Mom, Dad!"

"In here," Mrs. Davis called from the kitchen. These past two week had been hard on his parents too, especially his mom. "Did the hospital call, honey?"

"Yeah, I'm negative." Roger was startled by his mother when she hugged him tightly.

"Oh, honey! You don't have any STDs!" Mark smiled at her last comment.

"Mom… mom, you're hurting me," Roger pleaded.

"Sorry, sweetie, I'm just so happy!" Mark encircled his arms around Roger's waist from behind him.

"We are too," Roger said glancing back.

Later that day…

"Hey, Roger, wanna go over to Collins's house. Tell him the good news," Mark suggested.

"Oh, I don't know. I kinda like what we're doing here," he said seductively as he ran a hand up Mark's thigh.

"Come on, Rog! I wanna go see Collins."

"Why? Are you gonna leave me for him now," Roger joked.

"Collins has Angel. I have you. And me and you are going to Collins's," Mark insisted. "Let's go."

"Come on, Mark," Roger complained. "I just wanna stay home with you tonight."

"It's only noon. We'll be home by five and then I'm all yours."

(At Collins's house)

"Collins, get your ass up and open the door," Roger yelled while pounding on the front door.

"You seem to be your normal self again," Collins retorted after opening the door. "You okay?"

"No disease is ever gonna get me," he joked. Collins allowed them to enter and they went into the living room where they saw Angel.

"Oh my God! Roggie's back," she squealed when she saw Roger's happy face. She stood up and jumped into Roger's arms, hugging him almost as tightly as his mother did.

"Was I really that bad before?"

"Yeah," the others said in unison.

"We were all worried about you, man," Collins explained. "You wouldn't talk to anyone, not even Mark."

"I don't even remember," Roger said trying to think back. "Sorry guys, for shutting you out."

(At Roger's house)

"I wrote a song while I was avoiding everyone," Roger told Mark as they walked up to his room.

"Oh yeah? Sing it for me." They reached his room and Roger grabbed his guitar. They sat on his bed and Roger began strumming then sang:

It's so cold, let's take flight
Well, we won't need a net, hold on tight

A new ride is unveiled, and we don't need to try

So there's no way to fail

The desperate look in our eyes, holding on to one another

Holding on for all our lives, just letting go to discover

It's okay to realize

Being born into nothing and no one and nowhere, it's all a surprise

The desperate look in our eyes, holding on to one another

Holding on for all our lives, just letting go to discover

That love don't need a reason and love don't need a rhyme

I'm standing here pleading and you just cover your eyes

The desperate look in our eyes, holding on to one another

Holding on for all our lives, just letting go to discover

That love don't need a reason and love don't need a rhyme

I'm standing here pleading and you just cover your eyes

It's so cold, let's take flight
It's so cold, hold on tight.

Mark was speechless. That was probably the best song Roger had ever written.

"So, what'd you think," Roger questioned. That broke Mark away from his thoughts.

"That was great, Rog. Seriously, that was probably the best song you've ever written."

"Really? I wrote it in like ten minutes. I didn't really think it was that good."

"It was. Maybe you should be depressed more often. You write great songs when you are," Mark joked.

"So you're saying that all my other songs are bad," Roger added pretending to be hurt.

"I love all your songs."

"I love you," Roger said with a smile as he leaned into Mark.


A/N: So, I would really like it if you reviewed. I review like every fic I read so maybe I reviewing some of yours and you can return the favor… and the song is Rhyme and Reason by Adam Pascal. That's a really good song!