A/N - Hello all! I'm sorry this took a little while, I sort of forgot I left you all hanging like that. Enjoy the next chapter! Keep in mind I had planned this story, and now I have strayed so far from that plan that I'm not sure where I'm going anymore so just bear with me if it takes some time to get chapters up.

Disclaimer:I don't own RENT, though I do own John and Misha.

"No Mark! You can't have it! Not you!" Roger sounded desperate to convince himself that they hadn't made that mistake.

"Rog, I could, and you know it." As much as Mark didn't want to believe it he wouldn't delude himself. They made a mistake and now the filmmaker may pay for it.

Seeing Roger's guilty look Mark moved so he was sitting in the rocker's lap.

"Let's not worry about it," he said softly, "I'll go get tested Monday just incase." Roger nodded slightly and pulled his lover tightly against his chest.

"I'm sorry. If you get sick I'll never forgive myself."

Mark nodded, he knew there was nothing he could say to change his boyfriend's mind, especially if the filmmaker turned out to be positive for the disease that has doomed so many of his friends.

"It'll be okay, let's just go to sleep."

Roger nodded in agreement and laid back on the old mattress, dragging Mark down with him.

"I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Roger."

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The rest of the weekend passed tensely between the lovers. Both the filmmaker and rocker were anxiously awaiting Monday and Mark's testing.

While Mark left the loft to film most of the day Sunday, Roger moved up to the roof and sat on the ledge, his legs hanging over the side. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, just looking out into the city, he just sat there in thought.

It wasn't something he did often, thinking in depth that is. The more he thought, the more situations his mind would make up. Like now, now he was envisioning Mark's death, because of him, because of his stupidity. He just prayed to whatever god would listen that Mark wasn't given the same death sentence that he himself held.

A hand fell on his shoulder. "Hey man, it can't be bad 'nough to jump."

Roger hadn't even noticed someone else come up to the roof. He turned a bit, careful to not let himself slip off the ledge. The man behind him seemed to be about his age, had messy black hair and coal-lined brown eyes.

"I wasn't gonna jump." The rocker said, pushing the hand away and placing his feet back on the solid concrete to lean against the ledge.

"Looked like you were thinkin' 'bout it." He took a few steps back.

"I wasn't." He stared at the man for a moment. "Who are you?"

He grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth, and stretched out a hand. "The name's Misha."

Roger shook his hand and smiled slightly.

"I'm Roger. Do you live here?"

"Yep, just moved into the secon' flat from the top."

The rocker nodded. "Then you're in Mimi's place."

"Who's?"

Roger looked at him funny for a second before shaking his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it. So what brings you to New York?"

"Eh, just needed a change of scenery."

"Oh."

There was an awkward pause before Misha spoke up again.

"So, if you weren' goin' to jump, then what were ya doin'?"

"Just thinking."

Silence fell between them once again.

"I'll see ya later, Misha. I've got to go."

"Sure! See ya 'round."

Roger left the roof and traveled back down to the loft where he found Mark sound asleep on the couch. The rocker smiled softly and moved his boyfriend so he could lay behind the small blond.

He decided to tell Mark about his interesting encounter with their new neighbor the next morning. The day seemed to have slipped away from them both.

That's all for now. I'll try hard to get the next chapter up soon.

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Kag-Kitsune