So, I finally found my flashdrive...but, as it turns out, the chapter that I was looking for isn't actually on it...I'm thinking that its on one of my old zipdisks, since I did write it an awful long time ago...The issue with that is not finding the zipdisk, but instead finding a computer with a zipdrive, since my new one doesn't have a zipdrive, and most of the computer labs on campus don't either... Then I thought about it, and decided that it was actually for the best since I now want to add a filler chapter here. So I looked around on my flashdrive and found a random piece of writing that had no designated place in the story, so I added some girth and length, and found that it actually fits rather well at this point in the fic.

Don't own RENT.

Bad Mornings and Bad News

Mark woke up to yelling. Blinking back the blurry vision of sleep, he squinted up at the door. As if in response Roger appeared in his doorway.

"Where the hell did you put my pills?" he demanded.

Mark shook the sleep from his head. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

Roger glared at him. "My fucking pills. My AZT. Where the hell did you put them?" he snarled.

Mark sat up, still a little confused. "I didn't touch your pills...Why the hell would I?" He answered.

Roger came to the bed, looking down at Mark with such anger that Mark felt like sinking into the mattress. "Don't lie to me. You put them somewhere, you had to of. If you didn't touch them then how come I can't find them?" he snapped.

Mark was about to respond when he suddenly remembered. "You're out. I'm going to pick you some up today. Remember, I told you last night."

If possible, Roger looked even angrier. "You didn't tell me shit." he bit out.

Mark sighed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes in frustration. "But I did, Roger."

"When? When did you supposedly tell me?" He was shouting now.

Mark got out of bed, sensing that it was going to get bad. "Last night, before you went to sleep. I told you that you were out and I'd get you more today." He reminded him.

"You fucking did not, and even if you did, how could you let me run out? You're the one who always insists on mothering me, like I'm an invalid...if you're going to force me to be dependent, at least try to be fucking dependable."

Mark couldn't respond, just glaring at the absolute senseless drivel spewing out of Roger's mouth in his anger. At his silence, Roger went on.

"Why didn't you get it yesterday? Its not like you do anything all day." He shouted.

Mark sighed, pulling some clothes out of his drawer. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll get you some today." he muttered, conceding.

Roger rounded on him. "I don't fucking need you to take care of me!"

Mark glared back at him, finally having had enough. "Fine. Go get your own fucking meds!" he snapped, pushing past the musician as he went to the bathroom. Within three minutes he was dressed, ready, and out the door.

LINELINELINELINELINE

"What do you mean you're not going to be here? Where will you be?"

She grinned, popping her gum. "Chi-town, baby! I leave tomorrow. I can't wait, I love Chicago."

Mark smiled. "Thats great...Any particular reason you're going?"

She shrugged. "Not really...It was Baby's idea to go. Baby called me up this morning and asked me if I was down. How could I say no to two weeks in Chicago? Its going to be me, Baby, Andrew, Joey and Canvas. We're going to stay with Joey's sister, and Baby is driving. Its going to be great, just hanging out, investigating the nightlife, being a dorky tourist in China Town and Greek Town, and my little piece of home, the Little Village. You ain't never had good Mexican food until you been to the Little Village...oh and the chinese food! ...I'm going to get so fat." she ended her excited rant with a laugh.

Mark chuckled with her. He was happy for her, it sounded like she was going to have a lot of fun...but he was definitely going to miss seeing her everyday. "So who's going to run the cafe, while you're gone?"

She popped her gum. "Hector is going to cover a couple of my shifts, and Jordan is finally going to get off his lazy ass and work some...for a manager, he doesn't really manage anything."

Mark laughed. "Well, you know, while you're over in Chicago...you could possibly bring me back something. Never actually been there." he said suggestively.

She laughed. "Oh, of course I'll bring you a souvenir, Sweettooth."

LINELINELINE

Two days later, Mark found himself lying on his own couch, leafing through the Village Voice, and trying his best to deal with his boredom. Reye was gone, and Marshall was working. There was an overflow of events this coming week, so he'd already been informed that he wasn't going to be seeing much of his boyfriend for several days. He would have to content himself with his camera and perhaps visiting some of his newer friends for a while. Roger wandered past him without a word from either from them, and shut himself in his room once again.

Its almost like I'm back at square one...maybe its about time me and Rog finally invest in a TV...

LINELINELINELINELINE

I know that this chapter was kind of random, and rather short, but like I said, it was just a revised random bit of writing that I probably never actually intended to throw in...until now. Anyways, once I access my zipdrive, I should update again...although I can't be positive, what with work, classes having started on Monday, and an organization that I'm on the exec. board of...its possible that I could get busy for a while. Reviews are loved...and needed in this time of hectic college life... hey, as a matter of fact, lets have a deal: I'll update as soon as I get 10 reviews, like the very next day...if I get five, I'll update as soon as I have time to...if I don't even get five, I'll update during Thanksgiving break. hehehe :P

PS: I don't care which chapter gets the reviews, I know that this one is rather short and probably doesn't have a lot that can be commented on.