Mark pov:

Sure enough, another hour later, Jason was walking back down the stairs. He smiled a little at me, dragging me into one of the basement side rooms, and tying me to the chair. I eyed a pocket knife in his back pocket. It was funny, despite me having no chance of making it out alive, I still was willing to try.

"It's been fun, Marky…" he said with a little smile. "You've been such a good sport… in a perfect world… we could have married… but you can thank people throwing a wrench in my plans… for the fact that you have to die."

I looked down, feeling all hope fading from me. I gulped as I heard the handgun's safety click off. He trailed the cold barrel around my cheek, giggling a little. He was playing with me.

As he pressed the gun close to my body, I knew this was it. He realized his plan had gone south, and now he needed to make a last ditch effort to run, which involved me being taken out of the equation.

I was scared. I prayed to whatever god I could think of to save me. Roger, I love you. I'm sorry. I thought silently, closing my eyes, and letting out one final scream as he pressed the cold barrel to my head, and moved to pull the trigger.

Expecting the quick release of death, I braced myself. However, it never came. A sound short of thunder exploded through the room. At first I thought it was the gun, but I was corrected as the locked wooden door keeping us in flew off it's hinges, and splinters rained on the floor. I blinked open my eyes, and Jason spun around, snarling.

There he stood, broad shouldered, fists clenched, and pissed as all hell, Roger Davis. His green eyes blazed with a passionate fury I had so fondly remembered. I was so excited to see him, I started thrashing at my ropes. Roger looked at me, and he offered a gentle, relieved smile. I shouldn't have distracted him, for Jason leapt forward like a cornered animal, and tackled him to the ground.

"ROG! He has a gun!" I screamed desperately, and Roger acted right away, smacking the cold metal from the taller man's hand. Jason's gun slid away from them both. Lucky for me, When he lunged, Jason's pocket knife had slipped from his back pocket, and landed by my foot. I tried picking it up with my feet, grunting with frustration. I had to get the ropes loose. I had to help Roger.

Finally, I somehow managed to get the damned thing into my hand. I flipped it open, and quickly tried to saw through my bindings. I couldn't tell who was winning the fight with my focus altered, but judging by all the pain filled yelps Jason was emitting, Roger had the upper hand. Muttered curses, sounds of agony, and god knows what else were coming from the tussle.

A scream caused me to stop for a minute, and glance up. It was Jason. He had enough of Roger's beating, and something had ignited in him. He threw my best friend across the room, and tried to go for his gun. Roger quickly recovered, but not before Jason had gotten it. Roger stood there, and Jason pointed the gun straight at his chest, smirking.

I felt my heart drop. I had to do something. I screamed as loud as I could. "JASON! LOOK OUT!" the tall black haired man jumped, looking up, and pointing his gun. Roger stole this opportunity. He grabbed a hold of the gun, and tried to pry it away from Jason. They fought, and eventually Jason just pulled the trigger, firing wild shots into the air. All of the bullets went into the ceiling support beams, and a cracking was heard.

He pried the gun away from Roger, and slammed him across the face with it. Roger stumbled back with a growl of pain. Jason spoke.

"I-f I'm goi-ng to hell…. th-en you tw-o… ar-e c-coming wi-th me!" he then started to laugh, pointing the final bullet towards the middle of the ceiling.

"NO!" yelled Roger, but before he could stop him, Jason had fired it, and with a loud crash, A ton of rubble had fallen on them both.

Being close to the sturdy part, no rubble had touched me. I coughed. Dust was everywhere, making it impossible to see clearly. I kept working, and with a final tug, I was free from my ropes. I quickly stood up, panicking, glancing around, searching for any sign of life. The dust started to clear a few minutes later.

There was a mess of concrete, wood, and flooring tiles. I started to cry. What if Roger was crushed to death?

"Rog?" I croaked, my voice a hoarse whisper. "Roger…" I asked again. I glanced down, and followed a trail of red to a black haired man lying dead under a heavy collapsed beam.

Jason was gone. The nightmare was finally over. But where was Roger?

While distracted by staring at Jason, I didn't see a familiar figure crawl his way out from under a pile of tiles, coughing, and brushing the dust from his hair, and jacket.

"M-ark…" I heard a voice whisper.

I looked up to see Roger, his green eyes watching me with worry. His stubbly face, every detail I had missed for so long. I cried harder. Sobs wracked my body violently.

Nine months was a long time.

"Rog-er…" I whined, opening my arms, and trying to stumble forward. I didn't have to go very far, for Roger got to me first, and I was swept off my feet, being crushed against him in a fierce, warm, embrace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and clung to him like he was the last thing on earth. I was feeling everything at once, and it was almost too much. I wanted to puke, or pass out, or both.

"Mark, oh god… baby.. where have you b-een…" he choked. He was crying too. I started to laugh.

"It's o-ver now…. i'm s-afe… wi-th yo-u…" I whispered, burying my face in the crook of his neck. His familiar scent only made me start shaking.

"I love y-ou so much…" Roger whined, rubbing my back. "I thou-ght I lo-st you…Mark, don'tyou ever, ever scare me like that again… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

I couldn't be bothered to respond, too happy about being with him again to care. I nuzzled him lovingly, pulling back, and beginning to leave kisses all over his face.

He began to giggle, a beautiful sound I had longed to hear for months, and tried to return the favor when our lips finally met. Warmth spread throughout my body, and when we broke apart, I buried my face in his shoulder once more.

"Missed you…" he whispered. I smiled, tipping his chin up, and giving him a longer, proper kiss. He leaned into it, cupping the side of my face with his hand. We soon pulled away to look at each other, and both started laughing warmly. I ran my hand through his hair, and along his stubbly cheek.

"I missed you more…" I murmured, crushing him in a hug of my own. He wheezed a little at my vice like grip, but he soon giggled. An out of breath voice made us both look up.

"Get…. a.. room… you two…" Collin's smile reminded me that I was finally safe. I reluctantly let go of Roger, and made my way over to the anarchist. He pulled me into a tight hold. "I'm glad you're safe, boy…" he murmured with a smile, and I laughed quietly, patting him on the back. We stayed in each other's arms for awhile before I broke the hold, looking him over.

"Your man's been going crazy over you, y'know that?" Collins said with a small laugh. I turned back, walking over, and holding onto the musician again.

Another loud crash made me jump, and cling to Roger. He had his arms around me tightly, but I soon sighed in relief as police, and paramedics came in.

I screamed as they took me away from Roger, and put me onto a gurney.

"Hey! no! don't take him!" Roger yelled, trying to get over to me. Two cops held him back.

"Sir, he needs medical attention!" one cop yelled. "Family only can ride in the ambulance!"

"We're all he's got! are you fucking kidding me!?" Roger's voice started to become distant as I was carried up the stairs, and out of the house. I was shut into an ambulance, and whined as it started moving.

"Roger…." I gasped. "R-Roger…" a paramedic began hooking me up to various IVs and such.

"Sir, please calm down. We're taking you to get help." I shook my head.

"Pl-please…. I don't… I need…" I was cut off as an oxygen mask was pressed onto my face. I knew they were only doing their job, trying to calm me down so they could treat my injuries, but I hated hospitals. I started to cry again as my head spun from a sedative they gave me. I was soon passed out cold.

Welp, there you have it! the heart warming reunion we were all waiting for... but it's not over yet ;) stay tuned!