Author's Note: Well, if you're reading this I'm amazed after the ending of that last chapter. I officially can sing all of Voice Mail 1, One Song Glory, and most of Act 1! I'm so happy! Ce la vie!

Disclaimer: I am not Jonathan because if I were I'd be dead. And If I was dead I couldn't write this could I? (But if any of you thought for one second that I was him than I thank you although my writing isn't that good!)

Mark's POV (Same night as a pillow)

I thought for a long while, seeing as I was unable to move. I thought about what Roger and Maureen had said, and what Collins, Angel, Mimi, and Joanne had hinted at. It all led to one thing: me loving Symphony.

Initially, I had thought they were insane, but the more I thought about it…the more it made sense. The over protectiveness, the stammering, the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. It all added up, but math had variables, right? So maybe I didn't love Symphony. I hadn't really felt anything for years. When Maureen had dumped me she had said I hid behind my camera; that I hid in my work. I can't believe it took me that long to realize she was right though.

Assuming I did love Symphony, and the more I thought about it the more it felt right, what was I going to do about it? I hadn't known her that long; a little less than a month. If I told her she'd think I was insane. And even if she believed me I already knew what her reaction would be. She'd said it herself. She couldn't possibly like me; let alone love me. I mean, Roger in that short of time I could get. Roger was a chick-magnet. Me, though? I, let's face it, was a nerd.

Before I could sort out all my thoughts, Roger walked back into the loft. "So Mark how's it going." He asked.

I craned my neck to glare at him. "I've been reduced to a pillow."

He scoffed. "Like you care."

I groaned. "Oh come on Roger! Lay off."

He sat in the chair across from me. "Did you 'lay off' when I refused to date Mimi?"

I tried to flip him off, but couldn't without waking Symphony. "You're so lucky I'm currently a pillow. Pillows aren't lethal. Besides, this is different. I-" I stopped and looked at him. When Roger had been in withdrawal I had been the comforter, the one who listened. Now our roles were reversed. "I'm not like you Roger. I'm not confident, and last Monday doesn't count. That was just rage."

He frowned. "What was last Monday?"

"I got in another fight with Charles. This time he had his bodyguards, obviously I lost." I looked at the ground.

"About Sym again?" I nodded. "And why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked.

I looked up a bit. "I didn't think it mattered."

He stood up and began pacing. "You fought the six biggest guys on Avenue A and you didn't tell anyone? You could have been killed! Are you hurt?" I walked around me looked for any possible injury. When he saw the back of my neck he swore. "Shit Mark. Your neck sliced open! Shit Mark. Shit, Shit, Shit. I think it's infected. Shit."

I jerked away from him forgetting about the sleeping girl in my lap. "I'm fine!"

Symphony sat up. "What's wrong?"

Roger threw his hands up in disgust. "Mark spilt himself open in a fight the other day. Come see for yourself."

Symphony walked around the couch and began to yell, "Shit Mark! Why didn't you tell anyone? We got to get you to a doctor." She grabbed my coat and scarf and threw them at me.

Roger frowned. "We have no money."

Symphony shook her head, pulling on her coat. "In college I used to date this guy named Anthony studying to become a doctor. He'll do it without money."

"You really expect an ex-boyfriend of yours to help another guy friend of yours for free?" Roger asked.

Symphony rolled her eyes. "I have my ways."

Mark's POV (Somewhere in New York)

Symphony led Roger and I through the front door of a large apartment building. Quickly, she made her way up the stairs. Roger and I followed silently. I'd already tried to protest on the walk over, but I had wisely decided to stop when Symphony threatened to tell Angel that I wanted a makeover. Symphony stopped at a door that had the number 13 nailed to the wall beside it. She knocked quietly.

After a few moments a man who looked a little older than Symphony answered. His hair was dark brown like his eyes. He looked very strong and because he was a doctor I could see why Symphony had dated him. If Maureen had been there I'm sure she'd have been drooling. "Symphony?" the man asked.

Symphony smiled. "Who else? May I come in?" She winked at him. I didn't like this guy. Anthony stepped aside and led Symphony into the room by her elbow. She looked back and smiled. "Why thank you." She made herself at home and sat on the couch. She looked at Roger and I standing in the doorway and motioned for us to come in. "Anthony this is Mark and Roger. They're just friends of mine. Roger's dating my roommate and I'm pretty sure Mark's gay."

"Hey!" I protested.

She raised her hands defensively. "Just trying to help hook you up."

Anthony grinned. "Unfortunately, I don't roll that way." He looked at me. "No offense though."

"Stupid, polite, ex-boyfriend." I whispered to Roger.

Symphony smiled. "Oh, Anthony, you're so kind."

He laughed. "Your head's getting to you Mark. Hey, uh, Anthony can you fix my man's head. We don't have any money, but we'll pay you back."

Anthony stood up. "Of course, any friend of Symphony's is a friend of mine and don't worry about the money. It was worth just seeing Symphony again." Symphony giggled. I really hated this guy. Anthony walked over and looked at the back of my head.

Roger swallowed. "W-will there be blood?" he stammered. I frowned. Roger didn't mind blood.

"What are you up to?" I mouthed.

He only grinned and shook his head. All I could think was Oh shit.

Roger's POV (Outside Anthony's building)

I leaned against the building struggling to stop laughing. Mark was going to go insane in there with Symphony and her ex-boyfriend. It was so evil I almost felt bad. Almost. Maybe Mark would finally make a move. Not likely.

The front door opened and Symphony stepped out seeming to be in absolute shock. She leaned against the wall and sat down for a moment.

"What is it Sym?" I walked over to her worried Mark had done something stupid.

She shook her head. "I have a date tomorrow night…wow."

So Mark had finally done it. Took him long enough. "So how did the other one react?"

Symphony's eyebrows knit together. "He didn't really say anything. I mean he seemed a little awkward, but wouldn't you? Wait, why would Mark care?"

I almost yelled. Mark hadn't done it. It was that asshole Anthony. God, Mark was such a moron. I was going to have a serious talk with him. Again. Symphony too. "Really Sym, really?"

She frowned. "I'm confused. What's going on Roger?"

I grinned. "Why don't you ask Mark?"

Symphony's face was immediately a blank slate. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You love him." I turned and began to walk off.

Symphony ran after me. "What the hell Davis?" She matched my pace.

"Like it's not true." I smirked.

She stepped in front of me. "Please don't tell him!"

"So it is true. Don't worry I won't tell. Besides, I think he loves you back."

Symphony bit her lip. "Thinks being the operative word there."

Author's Note: Yay! Chapter's done. I don't really like it very much, it's kind of dreary. (It probably doesn't help that I was listening to Life Support.) Yes, I know Anthony Rapp is the 'original' (and only) Mark, where else would I get the name from? (He's the only Mark I've seen but he's still my favorite!)