Hey guys, Sorry ive pretty much fallen off the face of the earth, I had stuff to take care of. But im back! rest assured before you gather an angry mob, the kidnap marker fic is in progress for another update! until then, enjoy another chapter of this!

Mark sighed as he walked along the streets of Manhattan, on his way to work. He paused every few feet to film something, as he had time to kill before his shift began.

He kept thinking about Roger. He didn't understand why, but ever since he moved into his new place, the tall man was the only thing on his mind. It was especially confusing to him considering the fact he had left the loft behind. He figured a new place would help him push the memories away where they couldn't hurt him. Keeping his gaze cast downward as he walked, he pulled Roger's jacket around him. He never left the house without it. It felt like a security blanket to him now.

He reached his job, walking to the front desk, and being checked in. He slipped his press pass around his neck. He fiddled with it until he was told to head out with one of their major reporters. They were a small news show, not very well known, but still watched anyway. Mark climbed into the backseat of the van, blinking sadly as the reporter took the passenger seat, and one of the crew members started to drive through the city towards their newest story location.

He looked out the window with a bitter chuckle. Rides like these brought him back to the time Roger had left him for Santa Fe. He had been this miserable then too, but deep down, he had hope. Roger ran away from his problems, but he always came back, whether he admitted it or not. His heart sank low in his chest. Roger wasn't going to come back this time, though.

Once they reached the story location, Mark filmed the reporter halfheartedly as she droned on. Normally, he'd be moving around, excited to find the best lighting, and angle, but these days, even doing what he loved was a chore.

Before he knew it, it was time to pack up and head home for the day. He nearly fell asleep on the ride home. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before, haunted by nightmares of Roger suffering, Roger dying all over again, just… Roger. He buried his face in his hands. The green eyed man seriously needed to move out of his head. He couldn't take seeing him without being able to talk to him, or hold him anymore. It was driving him nuts.

"Mark? you alright?" the crew member driving asked. His head snapped up. They were back at the station. The reporter had already went back inside. He gave the crew member, Dave, a polite nod and climbed from the vehicle.

"You've been really distant lately… is everything okay?" Dave asked them as they headed in. Mark checked in his equipment, and tucked his camera away into his messenger bag.

"Yeah… just fine." Mark lied smoothly, forcing a gentle smile. Dave still didn't look convinced, but let it go, walking off to his car to head come.

"You need a ride, man?" Dave called a few minutes later as he was pulling towards the road. Mark shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"Its okay, Dave, ill walk… but thank you." Dave shrugged.

"Alright, then. Get home safe." Mark smiled faintly.

"You too…" he watched his co worker drive away. He gently pulled his camera from his bag once he started walking, and filmed his surroundings. He panned around, smiling a little as he admired the sunset. He watched the colors happily. However, he realized he should be getting home before dark, so he picked up his pace.

As he walked on, filming every few feet, one sight he came across caused tears to fill his eyes.

"Jack, stoooop!" whined one little boy, who was running away from another. "I'm sorry! you win!"

"It's too late, Steve! there's no hope for you now! RAHHH!" Steve screamed with delight as Jack tackled him to the ground, and they wrestled on the pavement in a play fight, laughing loudly.

Mark paused, lowering his camera, heart sinking as he watched the scene unfold.

"Uncle! uncle!" Steve, the smaller boy cried. Jack soon giggled, getting off his friend, and helping him up.

"Mom says you can sleep over! come on, I got new comic books!" Steve yelled, dragging Jack towards the door. Jack smiled.

"No way! You're the best, Stevie!" the two soon closed the door behind them, their giggling could still be heard coming from the windows. Mark sat there miserably. He remembered when he and Roger were those children. When they would be gone for hours in Scarsdale together, laughing, getting into all sorts of trouble, but it never mattered, because they always had each other to fall back on… at least… they used to….

Any scrap of happiness he drew from the sunset had quickly vanished as he continued on his way, too upset and numb to even pay attention to his surroundings. He sighed as he came to a major intersection, tucking his camera away into his bag. He looked down in a trance for half a second before starting forward across the crosswalk.

He was so absorbed in his own little world, he didn't even hear the screeching tires and blaring horn of the bus as it barreled towards him.

Now, what kinda writer would I be if I didn't leave ya in suspense? review please! they inspire me!