Author's Note: Woo. Quick update! For all those waiting for Mark/Roger, here is the start of it. This is just a short, semi-fluff chapter, but it serves its purpose. Enjoy it!

CHAPTER FOUR: Something of Ours

We all want something of ours.

-- Something of Ours

Roger walks into the loft as the sun is setting. He shuffles into his room, putting down his guitar and taking off his jacket. On his way to the kitchen, he pauses when he notices Mark sitting on the couch.

"Why so glum, chum?" he asks. He plops himself down next to Mark and stretches out.

Mark gives a half-hearted shrug.

"Nothing. I was just thinking, that's all."

"Never a good thing." Roger smirks slightly, ignoring the way Mark rolls his eyes. "What about?"

"Things in general … Nothing important, at least." Mark gives Roger a slight smile.

In response, Roger raises an eyebrow. He's known Mark long enough to know that when he uses tones like this, it is something important. Unconsciously, Roger shifts a bit. He can't help but wonder if Mark is still feeling uncomfortable around him. He mentally chides himself once more for his stupid behavior.

Mark senses Roger's new uneasiness, and begins fiddling with his hands slightly.

"It's just … I've been thinking about us … Back when … You know …" He heaves a mild sigh. Mark has never been too good at articulating his inner thoughts and feelings. He much prefers listening to other people then offering his opinions.

Roger watches Mark.

"Oh?" he asks. There is a guarded tone to his voice, and his body has tensed up against his will.

"Yeah." Mark nods. He takes in a breath. "See … The thing is … I miss it." He is sure his cheeks flare up at this confession.

Not expecting this at all, Roger is shocked. He was sure Mark was going to say that they should stay away from each other a bit more. His tension slips away, and he feels himself smile. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he'd been wishing something like this would happen. It seemed, at the time, to be highly unlikely, and he had not wanted to push it. Now that Mark has mentioned something, he sees no problem in pushing forwards.

"We could try it again, if you'd like." Roger feels energized. "I promise I'll watch myself this time. I was just … A bit too enthusiastic before."

"Kind of like you are now?" Mark raises an eyebrow and looks amused.

Roger blinks a bit.

"No … I didn't mean … Before I was … I'm not going to … Oh, shut up." Roger narrows his eyes slightly. It is something he always resorts to when he can't find the right words.

Mark laughs.

"Relax. I know what you mean." His grin fades to a smile. "I think giving it another chance is a good idea … As long as you keep yourself in check." He playfully points an accusatory finger at Roger.

"I swear on my guitar that I will behave myself." Roger holds up his right hand and nods.

"Good. So, how was band practice?"

Almost immediately, Roger launched into a long, detailed monologue about practice. Mark's smile grew a bit, and he suddenly felt as though things were finally set right once more.

Author's Note: I'd like to say now how much I love Roger. Once again, sorry it's so short. I'll try to make chapter five longer. Reviews are lovely.