A/N: Oneshot I wrote immediatly after finishing 'Fang'. Apologies if it doesn't make that much sense, I didn't really beta it at all. Reviews make me SO HAPPY. Hope you enjoy. 546 Words.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Maximum Ride series. (Only books 1, 3 and 4, but I don't think they count in this situation.)


'Revolution' is a commonly used word on the news, on the radio, in music, literature and just about all forms of media. The word can often be heard in average street conversations, friends walking to their favourite cafes and sharing conspiracy theories. According to the dictionary, 'revolution' is "a sudden, complete or marked change in something. An overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed. A procedure or course, as if in a circuit, back to a starting point."

'Revolution' is also a noun.

"A noun is a person, a place, or a thing."

"So… does that mean 'Max' or 'Fang' is a noun?"

"Right, they're both nouns. 'Max' is a person. 'Fang' is a thing."

Laughter.

"She's got it wrong. Girls don't count as people, Gazzy. 'Max' is a thing and 'Fang' is a person."

"Says the boy who named himself after a tooth!"

"You're no better, your name is actually an adjective!"

"It's in the dictionary as a noun too, dumbass! See the fine print?"

"What's an adjective?"

Giggles, groans.

Heavy footsteps.

"You two should really stop bickering. Angel's down for a nap right now. Besides, you're both persons and your names are both nouns. Got it?"

Right. 'Fang' is a noun too.

Is 'not here' a noun? I guess not; it's two words, and describes… Where he isn't, rather than naming a specific place. Ahh, that's it then. A noun is a name. The name of an object, the name of a place, the name of a person. The name of a 'thing'. Or…

I don't know any more.

I don't know anything. I don't know grammar, I don't know survival, I don't know life. My sole knowledge was that Fang would always be by my side, always. We'd never break apart again.

But we did.

He did.

He left. Our world had fallen apart, but we put it back together! (I thought.) We had that happy ending. (I thought.) We conquered the rising evil, saved the day. (I thought I thought I thought.)

You were never much of a thinker, Max. More of a get up and do. Fight or Flight kind of a girl. He would probably say. Knowing him. Knowing us.

'Us'.

It's hard to concentrate, tears slipping down my face and being held by the few people who make up my world; Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, Angel, Mom… Dylan. We're all sobbing but the only thing that has room in my mind is Fang Fang Fang; a noun, a name, a person, a boy, a man, a living memory. My protector. My right wing. My…

Living memory.

It's time for me to stop crying, I recognize. I dry my tears and put on my war smile, facing my new Flock with determination set on my face and wariness heavy in my heart.

We move on, but only until I am the last one in the room do I allow myself to remember that one moment. The moment I felt too much relief and too much happiness to care about the Revolution; a theme of my life rather than petty discussion.

The moment Fang opened his eyes, and started to breathe.

Then, too, Fang was the only word on my mind.