I really need to stop this, grr. I just have to many stories banging around in my head, I've had this for a while but just never put it out there.

Mark stood when he heard the knock on his door and sighed when he opened it up.

"What are you doing here Steve?" he asked his manager, walking back into the room, the other man following him.

"I've got a movie deal for you," he said tossing a script on the coffee table in front of where Mark had sat down.

"I'm not interested," Mark said sitting back and turning on the TV, trying to ignore the other man.

"It's been two years Mark," Steven snapped.

"Yeah and its likely to be a lot more than that before I go back to Hollywood," Mark said standing and going into the large kitchen off of the family room, pulling a coffee cup down and pouring a cup.

"Look just because you had a falling out with John, doesn't mean you should give up on what you are good at."

"What are you talking about? What about my good looks?" Mark said sarcastically. Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair and glared at Mark.

"Look I don't know what happened between you and John, I don't care. That is a script from Ron Edwards, one of the biggest directors in Hollywood at the moment and he asked specifically for you." Mark walked back into the room and picked up the script and looked it over.

"Specifically for me?" he asked, looking up at Steve and the other man grinned.

"Yes, now are you going to turn down your big chance at a big come back?" Mark sighed and sat down scratching the back of his head.

"Let me read it and get back to you," he said and Steve nodded before walking out.

"This is your big chance to get back in the spotlight, don't turn it down, for both of our sakes," he said and was gone.

Two weeks laterMark climbed out of the cab in front of the studio and made his way in. Knocking on the door and after showing his I.D. he moved past the guard. Walking past crew members, and extra's he made his way towards where everyone who was coming from or going to.

"Mark Sterns!" he heard from his right and he turned and sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Hey Angel," he said as a blond woman threw herself at him and draped her body over his. Angel Morris was every teenage boys wet dream, she was blonde, with baby blue eyes, couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds and had a bust that was sure to cause back problems when she was older and legs that went all the way up.

"You're working on this too?" he asked.

"Yup, you me and John, back together again," she said, linking her arm in his and walked with him and came to a swinging halt when he stopped.

"Wait, John who?" he asked wearily.

"John Echols, in other words, me," a voice said from behind him and they turned to see the man Mark had not talked to in two years. John Echols was tall, gorgeous with green eyes and sandy blonde hair. His body spoke of a lot of time working out but not enough to say it was his life.

"Johnny!" Angel squealed and jumped on him. John and Mark had grown up together, Mark had lived down the street from John and John had moved in and introduced himself to the younger man when they were five and six. Even with the year age difference, they became inseparable, doing everything together. When Mark wanted to get into acting, John had been behind him one hundred percent, even joining him in plays in school. John was the first to get into a movie and six months later after the first movie, he had turned the second one down and had referred Mark and he had got the job. The third movie they did, they did together which had launched four more movies they had done, including the last one they had done two years ago, just before they had stopped talking and the media had blown things out of proportion.

"How are you doing Mark?" John asked holding out his hand and Mark squirmed under his gaze, hoping he hadn't noticed the weight loss or the lack of sleep that showed in the bags under his eyes.

"I've had better days," he said shaking the offered hand. "How've you been?"

"I'm good, we should talk," he said quietly as Angel pulled him away again giving Mark another critical once-over. Mark watched them walk away and sighed wearily, turning back to the door, contemplating.

"Mark!" Angel's shrill voice cried and he flinched before turning back towards the way he was heading.

They were all sitting down with the director, writers and producers, going over the script at a large conference table in the back of the studio, John on Mark's right and Angel on his other side.

"Well John, Mark, you'll need to shave your heads, with this being a army film," Ron Edwards said and John nodded.

"That's not a problem," Mark said quietly and John looked at him sharply but Mark didn't look at him.

"Great, if everything is settled then," he said looking around the table and everyone nodded. "Great, we'll meet back here tomorrow morning, John, Mark, please take care of the hair problem." Again John nodded and Mark shrugged before standing. John followed Mark out trying to get his attention but Mark ignored him.

"Hey you guys want to go out for a drink?" Angel asked. "You know, catch up?"

"No, Mark and I need to talk," John said still trying to get Mark's attention.

"We have nothing to talk about," Mark replied.

"Oh, I see what is going on," Angel said smiling. "You guys have fun," she said winking and practically skipping off. Mark watched her walk away and shook his head.

"Mark, can we please go somewhere and talk?" John asked.

"Why?" Mark snapped turning to him. Instead of saying anything John grabbed the hat Mark was wearing and pulled it off, reveling hair that was just starting to grow back from a bald head.

"Why didn't you tell me it was back?" John said quietly as Mark made a grab for the hat but John held it out of his reach.

"Damn it John," Mark cried making a grab for the hat again.

"Why?" John asked again, and Mark could hear a bit of hurt in his tone.

"Well we weren't exactly talking a year ago were we?" Mark snapped finally grabbing the hat back and jamming it back on head.

"Is it gone?" John asked searching his face.

"For now, chemo stopped about athree monthsago." Mark stared at the other man for a moment before pushing past.

"Do you think doing this movie is a good idea?" John asked following him and Mark rolled his eyes.

"I talked with my doctor, I'll be fine," he said.

"Mark, this is a very intense movie, are you sure your up to speed? You stopped chemo three months ago!"

"I already talked to Ron, he understands, I'll be doing the more intense stuff towards the end."

"Mark..." John said, sighing.

"Look," Mark said spinning on him. "You don't have the right to care, after what you did to me, I didn't want to have anything to do with you. I'll do this movie, but after that I want things to go back to how they were." With that Mark walked out of the building ignoring the other man as he tried tocalled him back.