Ok, here's another new chapter. Very fast this time! Thanx for the reviews. I'm glad this story has some readers. I know the last two chapter's were short, but this one is longer. I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review!

Disclamer: I don't own RENT. If I did, would I really be writting fanfiction?

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"I didn't . . ."

"What do you mean you didn't." Mark pointed to Roger's arm.

"No." Roger shook his head. "I didn't . . . . . try to commit suicide. It was an accident."

"How is making a cut that long an accident? I saw the blade." Roger looked down at his arm and lightly traced the bandages.

"I didn't mean for it to be that deep. It wasn't supposed to hurt me." Roger's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Didn't mean for it to hurt you!" Mark nearly shouted as he grabbed the song writer's other arm and pointed to the red and white lines. "What about these? Were these meant to hurt you!" Roger flinched at the volume of the film maker's voice, but stayed silent. Mark kept glaring at him before he sighed and closed his eyes.

"This is what you've been doing for the past month."

Roger nodded.

"It stops now."

Roger nodded again, he knew that was coming. Mark grabbed the ex-rocker's hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on. We're going out today. So get dressed." Fifteen minutes later Mark and Roger could be found walking down to the Life Cafe. After a small lunch they went back to the loft. Because Roger hadn't been out in a while and lost a lot of blood the day before, he didn't have much energy. For the rest of the day Mark worked on his latest film and Roger strummed his guitar. It wasn't until after the roommates retired to their separate rooms that problems began.

It was 11:32 p.m. when the door to Mark's room was pushed open. A very tired Mark sat up and put on his glasses before looking to the door. Roger stood silently in the doorway looking at the floor.

"What is it, Roger?" Mark asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"I can't do it."

"What?"

"I can't do it."

"What can't you do, Roger?" Mark was thoroughly confused.

"I need it." Now Roger really wasn't making sense. Mark got up and pulled Roger into the room and sat across from him on the bed.

"Now, what are you talking about?"

"I need to cut." Was the almost whispered reply. Suddenly Mark understood, he knew this was going to be hard, maybe not as hard as the withdrawal, but still hard.

"No."

"Please, just once."

"No."

"Please, I can't stand it." Roger begged.

"No." Roger started to get angry, who was Mark to deny him relief from this pain.

"Give it to me." Roger said.

"No." Mark said, not phased by the harshness of the song writer's voice.

"Give me the damn blade!" Roger yelled. Mark had known this was coming, it had happened before. When Mark used to refuse to give Roger his drugs, Roger would get angry, sometimes to the point of physical violence. He just hoped it didn't come to that.

"Roger, you know I can't do that. It's for your own good."

"I don't give a damn! It's my body, I can't do what I want!"

"I won't let you." Roger grabbed a handful of Mark's shirt and pulled the filmmaker towards him.

"Give it to me." Roger said in a dangerously low voice. Mark shivered, but stood his ground.

"No."

"Then I'll find it myself." He released Mark and started searching the filmmaker's room, he knew Mark would have hid it somewhere in there. When he approached the dresser Mark got up to try and stop him. He grabbed the ex-rocker's right arm and tried to reason with him again, but Roger didn't want to hear it. He threw his arm back and Mark slammed into the opposite wall. Roger stopped moving as the filmmaker slid to the floor.

He stood there shocked. He hadn't meant to hurt Mark, he's never wanted to hurt him. Getting over his shock he rushed to Mark's side, only to find the filmmaker unconscious. Roger guessed that he must of hit his head when he collided with the wall. He picked up the unconscious boy and laid him down on the bed. He covered Mark with the sheets then climbed in next to him. He ran his hand through Mark's hair with one last thought before he feel asleep: I'm sorry, Mark. So sorry.

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Mark awoke the next morning to the loft door opening. He tried to get up only to realize he couldn't mover because of a weight over his waist. He turned around to see Roger sleeping peacefully next to him with his arm draped over the filmmaker's waist. For the second morning he was relieved that Roger had no new injuries, unfortunately he couldn't say the same about himself. He untangled himself from the song writer and stood up, only to have to sit back down on account of the spinning room. He felt the back of his head and found a rather large bump. That would explain it, he thought grimly.

He stood up slowly this time and headed out of the room. Upon entering the living room he found Collins on the couch.

"Hey Collins."

"Morning." Mark went into the kitchen for some good old Captain Crunch.

"Why are you here?" Mark asked.

"Just checking in on you guys. How's everything been?" Mark hesitated before sitting down and telling him about the last few days. Collins was shocked.

"I didn't think he'd react that bad." Mark nodded in agreement. "I know, but he did."

"And there is no excuse for hurting you." Collins continued.

"Don't mention it, please. It won't help Roger." Mark asked. Collins considered it before nodding. "Okay, but if it happens again I'm not letting it go. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good. Then I'm off. I'll come back soon." Mark nodded and closed the door behind his friend. He turned around and saw Roger coming out of the bedroom. He saw Mark and looked away and got his breakfast. They both settled on the couch, Roger still refusing to look at Mark.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Mark asked. Roger finally looked up at him and spoke. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." Mark said. Roger shook his head.

"No it's not. I shouldn't have hurt you."

"Let's forget about it, okay." Mark suggested. Roger nodded and continued his breakfast. Mark hadn't expected him to speak again so he jumped when he did.

"Are you ok?" He asked. Mark smiled at the genuine concern shinning in Roger's eyes. He nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." Roger reached over and brushed his hand against the back of Mark's head. When he found the bump he frowned.

"No, you're not." He said

"Don't worry, it's only a bump. I'll live." Mark gave him a small smile. I'll make it up to you, Roger thought.

"Now, what do you want to do today." Mark asked again as he took their bowls into the kitchen. Roger thought for a minute before responding. "Can we visit Mimi?" Mark looked at him shocked. Roger had refused to visit Mimi since her funeral. He was making progress.

"Sure."

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Ok, that's all for now. I'll update again soon, but I want at least 2 reviews!

Kag-Kitsune