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Title: Best Birthday
Author: Jen
Feedback: Happiness is...
Fandom: Rent
Characters: Angel/Mark
Prompt: 091 Birthday
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Angel and Mark talk about their birthdays
Author's Notes: Thanks to electrakitty74 for reading it over! And some of Angel's past info comes from my own Angel-past fic so it's not canon (IE birthdates and growing up in Chicago)
Disclaimer: Rent isn't mine unfortunately. :-(
My fanfic100 table
“So, Angel, when's your birthday?” Mark asked, focusing his camera on Angel's face.
“Why do you need to know a silly detail like that?” Angel asked, look up from her two month old Cosmopolitan.
“Curiosity. Come on, Ang. I won't tell anyone.”
She raised an eyebrow as she stared down the lens of his camera.
“Or share the film with anyone.”
Angel sighed and put her magazine down. “Well, I like to think I have three birthdays.”
“Three?”
“Well, my real birthday is June 25th, 1968. My mother used to say that was the happiest day of her life. Then there's my other birthday, July 15th, 1984.
“What happened that day?” Mark sat on the coffee table in front of Angel, catching the light smile that crossed her face.
“Well, the Angel I was born as, the skinny little boy who ran wild in the streets of Chicago became this.” She waved her hand up and down her body in a flourish, indicating her knee length bright red skirt and striped purple top. “I was born.”
“That's a day to celebrate for sure,” Mark said, smiling. “How about the third?”
Angel sighed and turned her gaze towards the window. Mark zoomed the camera in closer to her face.
“That one...December 3rd, 1987. I lived on the streets then, had for three and half years, sometimes shacking up with some guy or sleeping on the floor of a friend's apartment. Early October of that year, I was working on the street when this man came up. He was familiar but I couldn't place him. He told me to 'get tested.' I asked for what and he...he told me AIDS. I didn't know much about it, I mean, I'd heard some stuff on the street but...” She shrugged.
Mark zoomed in again as close as he could, tight on Angel's face, catching the memory flickering across her eyes.
“Anyway, I went to the clinic, got the test. I waited and waited for the results. I was wreck. Spent those weeks camped out on a friend's sofa not working, not leaving, barely eating. They finally called me at my friend's place and I went down to the clinic and, well, you know the results.” A soft blush of embarrassment crept across her cheeks. “And I like to think I was born again that day. I changed my lifestyle. I stopped selling myself to earn money.” She glanced over at Mark, catching the bewildered look on Mark's face. “You didn't know that, did you? A girl has to earn money to eat somehow. And you don't think this comes cheap do you?” She gesture up towards her painted face. “I'm not ashamed of it. It's a part of my past. So, there you have it. My birthdays.”
Mark turned his camera off and moved to sit beside her on the couch. “I'm sorry, Angel.”
“For what? Mark, it's all in the past. I've learned to live with it. So, now you. Your birthday.”
“Oh, that's not important.”
“Markie, come on sweetie. Tell me.” Angel squeeze his upper arm. “I won't bite, I swear!”
Mark blushed. “It's March 19th.”
“That's...that's tomorrow!” Angel clapped her hands together, gone was the pain of the memory of her past. “We should do something. Oh, we have so much to do! Why didn't you say anything? What do you want for your birthday?”
“Angel, I don't need anything...”
“Come on, what can we do?” Angel grasped his hand. “Collins can get his hands on some alcohol, I'm sure. He's talented like that.” She giggled. “Among other things. So come on. What do you want, Markie?”
Mark knew what he wanted and he knew he would never get it. He wanted Collins, Roger, Angel, and Mimi to be healthy without the shadow of death hanging over their shoulder more then anything he'd ever wanted. But he also wanted...Angel. He didn't think of himself as gay or even bi but he never saw Angel as a man in women's clothes. He saw her for what she wanted to be, a woman, and that endeared her to him forever. She was sweet, loving, open, human, and she was also Collins'. Mark could see the love between them even when they were apart. He would never get in the middle of that.
Angel was staring intently at him now, wanting an answer to her question and he couldn't find it in his heart to deny her that.
“Just all of us together and we do that anyway.”
“Maybe but we'll be celebrating you, Mark.. Oh, I can't wait! I should go talk to Mimi! We only have a day! I'll see you tomorrow, Markie.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss because Angel was always kissing everyone. “This will be great.” She grabbed her things and flew out of the loft in a blaze of color.
“Yeah, great,” Mark whispered as he picked up his camera. “Happy birthday, Mark.” He smiled, knowing that he might not get exactly what he wanted but it would be his best birthday ever.
Author: Jen
Feedback: Happiness is...
Fandom: Rent
Characters: Angel/Mark
Prompt: 091 Birthday
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Angel and Mark talk about their birthdays
Author's Notes: Thanks to electrakitty74 for reading it over! And some of Angel's past info comes from my own Angel-past fic so it's not canon (IE birthdates and growing up in Chicago)
Disclaimer: Rent isn't mine unfortunately. :-(
My fanfic100 table
“So, Angel, when's your birthday?” Mark asked, focusing his camera on Angel's face.
“Why do you need to know a silly detail like that?” Angel asked, look up from her two month old Cosmopolitan.
“Curiosity. Come on, Ang. I won't tell anyone.”
She raised an eyebrow as she stared down the lens of his camera.
“Or share the film with anyone.”
Angel sighed and put her magazine down. “Well, I like to think I have three birthdays.”
“Three?”
“Well, my real birthday is June 25th, 1968. My mother used to say that was the happiest day of her life. Then there's my other birthday, July 15th, 1984.
“What happened that day?” Mark sat on the coffee table in front of Angel, catching the light smile that crossed her face.
“Well, the Angel I was born as, the skinny little boy who ran wild in the streets of Chicago became this.” She waved her hand up and down her body in a flourish, indicating her knee length bright red skirt and striped purple top. “I was born.”
“That's a day to celebrate for sure,” Mark said, smiling. “How about the third?”
Angel sighed and turned her gaze towards the window. Mark zoomed the camera in closer to her face.
“That one...December 3rd, 1987. I lived on the streets then, had for three and half years, sometimes shacking up with some guy or sleeping on the floor of a friend's apartment. Early October of that year, I was working on the street when this man came up. He was familiar but I couldn't place him. He told me to 'get tested.' I asked for what and he...he told me AIDS. I didn't know much about it, I mean, I'd heard some stuff on the street but...” She shrugged.
Mark zoomed in again as close as he could, tight on Angel's face, catching the memory flickering across her eyes.
“Anyway, I went to the clinic, got the test. I waited and waited for the results. I was wreck. Spent those weeks camped out on a friend's sofa not working, not leaving, barely eating. They finally called me at my friend's place and I went down to the clinic and, well, you know the results.” A soft blush of embarrassment crept across her cheeks. “And I like to think I was born again that day. I changed my lifestyle. I stopped selling myself to earn money.” She glanced over at Mark, catching the bewildered look on Mark's face. “You didn't know that, did you? A girl has to earn money to eat somehow. And you don't think this comes cheap do you?” She gesture up towards her painted face. “I'm not ashamed of it. It's a part of my past. So, there you have it. My birthdays.”
Mark turned his camera off and moved to sit beside her on the couch. “I'm sorry, Angel.”
“For what? Mark, it's all in the past. I've learned to live with it. So, now you. Your birthday.”
“Oh, that's not important.”
“Markie, come on sweetie. Tell me.” Angel squeeze his upper arm. “I won't bite, I swear!”
Mark blushed. “It's March 19th.”
“That's...that's tomorrow!” Angel clapped her hands together, gone was the pain of the memory of her past. “We should do something. Oh, we have so much to do! Why didn't you say anything? What do you want for your birthday?”
“Angel, I don't need anything...”
“Come on, what can we do?” Angel grasped his hand. “Collins can get his hands on some alcohol, I'm sure. He's talented like that.” She giggled. “Among other things. So come on. What do you want, Markie?”
Mark knew what he wanted and he knew he would never get it. He wanted Collins, Roger, Angel, and Mimi to be healthy without the shadow of death hanging over their shoulder more then anything he'd ever wanted. But he also wanted...Angel. He didn't think of himself as gay or even bi but he never saw Angel as a man in women's clothes. He saw her for what she wanted to be, a woman, and that endeared her to him forever. She was sweet, loving, open, human, and she was also Collins'. Mark could see the love between them even when they were apart. He would never get in the middle of that.
Angel was staring intently at him now, wanting an answer to her question and he couldn't find it in his heart to deny her that.
“Just all of us together and we do that anyway.”
“Maybe but we'll be celebrating you, Mark.. Oh, I can't wait! I should go talk to Mimi! We only have a day! I'll see you tomorrow, Markie.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss because Angel was always kissing everyone. “This will be great.” She grabbed her things and flew out of the loft in a blaze of color.
“Yeah, great,” Mark whispered as he picked up his camera. “Happy birthday, Mark.” He smiled, knowing that he might not get exactly what he wanted but it would be his best birthday ever.