Hello, and welcome to the Mark and Roger..err…whatever you call these. Scenes, more or less. These are insights into their friendship and all the things they do to each other. I might include some slash-ish ones in there, but these should be more friendship. They can be if you so desire. All you have to do is dream, dreamers!

Oh, for the sake of convenience, this is modern times. Simply because of the TV shows, that's all really. And the cultural references. But that's it.

Mark and Roger: BOOOORING!

Shut up! Here's the disclaimer: I rent RENT. I own the DVD but no rights. (pout) So these garçons gorgeous do not belong to me.

Step 1: Caught Red Handed

No sooner had Mark slid back the metal door of the loft that he knew something was amiss. He could feel the slight static of the television, and hear theme music, but it wasn't theme music he'd ever heard before. He knew Roger was a fan of CSI, and House, M.D and other such shows, but they weren't shown at three o'clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was only one logical explanation in Mark's mind.

He's watching daytime soaps.

Cringing to himself as to how he lost his best friend to As the World Turns, Mark crept up slowly on Roger, silently winding his camera as he went. His roommate lay stretched on the couch, completely engrossed by the slightly fuzzy picture on the screen. When Mark finally recognized what was on the TV, he had to clap his hand over his mount to keep from laughing.

It was way better than TV soaps. And it was perfect blackmail.

Mark vacated the loft to walk around the city, film people going about their lives, and waiting until five when it was his normal time to be let off of work. Today had been a slow day, and his boss at the coffee shop he worked at let him go early. Mark thanked him silently for his insight; today's film was priceless.

At seven minutes past five, Mark climbed the stairs to the loft and slid the door back again. Roger had shut off the TV and was sitting on their metal table, trying furiously to compose a song. Perfect.

Mark began to hum a bar of the theme music he'd heard earlier. Roger paused, annoyed at the interruption, from his strumming. He loathed when people distracted him in a moment of inspiration, especially with a different tune than the one in his mind. He shook his head, though, and ignored his roommate.

Mark hummed again. This time Roger set his guitar down and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you mind?" he inquired, agitated. "I'm trying to write a song and I need to concentrate."

"Sorry," Mark muttered. He waited until Roger had slung the guitar over his shoulder again and arranged his fingers for an A minor chord before he sang, "Fighting evil by moonlight,"

Roger thumped his hand against the guitar's body and turned to stare at his roommate. "Why the hell are you singing the theme song to 'Sailor Moon'?"

"Oh, I just thought I'd sing a few bars to the theme song of your favorite show to calm you down. Winning love by daylight…" he sang again.

"What are you talking about? The only Sailor Moon I've seen is when I watched after my niece a few months ago."

"Because you had the DVDs."

"I did not, we rented them."

"You must've forgotten to return them, then." Mark grinned as he whipped out the second season of Sailor Moon DVDs from behind his back. Roger yelped like he'd been wounded and ran to save his precious DVDs.

"Where did you get those?"

"Under your bed, right next to the first season, and third season, and the Sailor Moon R movie, and—"

"How did you find out about these?"

"I came back to the loft earlier while you were watching them. Never running from a real fight…"

"Give them back!"

"She is the one named Sailor Moon!"

"Mark, give me my goddamned DVDs back! Come on!"

"Gee, Rog, I didn't know you were such an anime freak."

"I'm not! I just watched some of it when I was a kid and I was having a nostalgia moment."

"C'mon, Rog, I know that you just want to get into Sailor Moon's skirt. I know those pigtails drive you wild."

"MARK!"

"Meatball-head!" Mark countered.

"You're gonna be meatball if you don't give me back my DVDs this instant!"

"Hahaha, Tuxedo Mask isn't going to rescue you now! The Negaverse has you outwitted, Sailor Fender, now you're helpless!"

"Caffeine-Spiral Coffee-pot Attack!" Roger screamed as he brandished the precious coffee-pot at Mark, though he had to admit he was kind of getting into this.

"NOOOOOOO!" Mark screamed in fake pain and dropped to the floor in fake convulsions. "Not…the coffee….I will return!"

"And I have succeeded!" Roger grinned and plucked his DVDs out of Mark's hands while helping his best friend up. "So, Sailor Nerd, who is our next enemy?"

Mark pouted slightly at his newly earned title, but grinned as an idea popped into his head. "The Evil Queen Drama and her right hand henchwoman, Lawyerite. But we shall recruit the powers of Sailor Anarchist and Sailor Drag Queen to help us in the final battle!" And he and Roger ran off to give some old friends of theirs some hell.

Reviews are like chocolate: essential for survival. Danke Schon! And cheers to anyone who can make sense of all the Sailor Moon junk….