"Fuck" Roger sighed from his spot on the couch.

Mark looked up from his film equipment and over at Roger who was sitting on the couch attempting to play his guitar. But his hands were shaking so badly it was proving difficult.

"Rog…you ok?" Mark asked as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to the songwriter.

"Fuck…Mark I cant do this!" He cried.

"Shh…shh…Rog its ok." Mark said as he rubbed his back soothingly. Mark reached out and touched Rogers's hand. "Fuck Roger you're freezing." He got up and went into his room grabbing a blanket and bringing it back out to wrap around Roger.

"Thanks." Roger sighed

"Here" Mark said taking Rogers guitar and setting it on the ground. "Why don't you try and rest. Your body is worn out you need it."

"Ok." Roger said with a nod of his head as he stretched out and laid down on the couch.

Mark smiled and got back up to go continue to work on his film. He absorbed himself in the film and didn't tear himself away until he heard the door open and Collins walk in.

"Shh…" Mark said pointing at the sleeping figure on the couch.

Collins nodded and walked over to the answering machine and pushing play. There were a few random ones from Marks mother, nothing of great interest. Until he reached the last one.

"Hello Thomas Collins this is Jane from MIT we were wondering if you would consider coming back and teaching for us again for a little while. We would need you very soon, so please give us a call as soon as you get this message. Have a nice day."

The message stopped and Collins went over and sat on the table. They were silent for a moment before Mark finally spoke up. "I think you should go."

"No Mark I can't. You guys need me here, I'm not just gonna abandon you and him."

"Collins you wouldn't be abandoning us, plus we could really use the money you know that." Mark pointed out.

"Yeah I know Mark, but you know as well as I do that Roger is a lot to handle lately." Collins countered.

"I know Col, but this is a good opportunity for you and for us to make some money. Get Roger some real food, maybe even some heat. Collins you know you want to do this and you know this would be good for us in the long run." Mark pleaded

"I know Mark but…" Collins trailed off.

Mark looked down as he saw Roger stir on the couch. "Collins you should go." Roger mumbled

Collins just sighed and walked into his room. "I'll think about it." He called out.

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"Well I guess its time for me to go." Collins sighed as he grabbed the few belongings he decided to take with him.

"Yeah." Mark and Roger quietly agreed

"Look you guys I wont be gone very long."

"Col, stop worrying about us we will be fine." Mark pointed out.

"Yeah I know you will be, but I'm still allowed to worry." The professor laughed

"Have fun, Col." Roger said quietly

"I will, and look I'll call every chance I get." He said turning to Mark. "And seriously don't hesitate to call if you need anything. Please promise me that Mark." He asked

"I promise." Mark said.

"No matter what time of day. I doesn't matter if its noon and I'm in class or three in the morning and I'm asleep, just call me whenever you need me." Collins said.

"We will be fine." Mark said with a smile as he pushed Collins toward the door. "Just go."

Collins stepped aside and gave Roger a hug. "Be strong." He whispered in his ear.

He then turned and hugged Mark. "If you need anything." He said one last time.

"Ok Col, just get a move on." Mark laughed as he pushed him toward the door.

"Bye boys." Collins said as he walked out the door.

"Bye." They called after him

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"Fuck! Mark! I need a hit!" Roger screamed as he burst out of his room.

"No! Roger no!" Mark yelled as he tried to hold him back. "Fuck why the hell did I let Collins leave."

"Mark get the fuck off of me!" Roger exclaimed as he threw Mark off of him onto the floor.

"Roger please!" Mark pleaded as he began to cry. "Please Roger don't do this." He begged reaching up to grab for Rogers's wrist but missed as Roger made a dash for the door.

Mark slumped back against the wall and buried his head in his hands. "Please Roger." He sobbed.

Roger reached the door and began to pull it open, but when he turned and looked back at Mark he stopped.

"I can't do this." Mark was sobbing into his hands. "Roger."

Roger couldn't move, he was glued to the spot and his heart was breaking for Mark as tears began to poor out of his own eyes.

"Mark…" He choked out.

Mark just sat there his head buried in his hands. Roger closed the door and collapsed onto the floor as he began to sob.

Mark looked up when he heard the door close. "Roger…?"

"I'm sorry Mark, I'm sorry." Roger cried.

"Shh…shh…" Mark cooed as he inched his way over to him.

"Marky…don't…"

"Rog, its ok." Mark said as he rubbed small circles on his back.

Roger lifted his head out of his hands and looked up at Mark. He raised his hand and ran his thumb over the cut above Marks eye where his head had come in contact with the floor. "You're bleeding."

"Its ok Roger. I'm fine." Mark reassured him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he dropped his hand.

"Come on." Mark said as he stood up and pulled Roger to his feat. "Do you want me to make you something to eat?" He asked

Roger just nodded as tears continued to silently fall from his eyes.

Yeah I know the last chapter made it seem like there would be a lot more Mark/Roger but there really wasn't in this one. But don't worry it will come!

Reviews are amazing as I really don't know where this is going henceforth I'm open to any suggestions!