So, I started this random drabble on my phone. What was a drabble turned into two chapters... then three... And so, with much begging from my friends (more like them messaging me on Facebook about how amazing it was, and how I really need to post it to FanFiction, and me giggling, because I was already going to post it to FanFiction...) I decided I should at least post the first "drabble/chapter" thing, and see what you guys think.

Summary: POSTFANG. Fang stops at a small town in Texas to get groceries, and almost runs into some old friends. Will Fang rejoin Max's flock? If so, will she ever forgive him? Or will he just continue to sever their relationship, hoping she'll wait the next 15 years true to him? Possibly a story, right now just a few drabbles.

Anyway, this is set 5 years after FANG. Fang has gotten together his own flock, and is going around, finding others.

Oh, and I guess all my stories are on pause, except this one. Sorry guys, but my grades are HORRIBLE :O

FANG POV

I think it was in a grocery store in Texas when I saw them. I only saw the back of their heads, but it was enough. And when I heard their voices, my heart dropped to my stomach.

It had been 5 years. She seemed happy, but not all there.

"Max! Look at this!" Nudge, I recognized with some difficulty. She looked so much older in the face, and she had let her poofy dark hair grow out. She handed something to... her, and she sighed.

Her blondish brown hair was much darker than before, almost making it impossible to call it blondish brown anymore. Then a thought crossed my mind. If her hair was dark, did she dye it? Or did she just stay inside? And why was she in Texas, if she was staying inside all the time?

"Nudge, you know-" Her voice carried to my ears like a soft musical tune.

"Yeah, yeah. Gazzy's lactose intolerant. Nothing with milk." So maybe that was why all those years it was smart to stay upwind from him. She nodded, and handed it back to her.

He smiled. "Here, I'll take it back for you."

I needed to get out of here. I wanted to get out of here. We needed to get out of here before one of them saw us, before Angel heard one of our thoughts. But I couldn't move. And anyway, it was too late. I felt arms go around my waist, and I looked down, not surprised. An older-than-I-had-last-seen-it-yet-still-young face looked up at me.

Yo, Ange. I thought, and she smiled.

Hey. Her voice projected perfectly into my head.

This never happened, ok? You never saw me? She nodded. I saw a tear coming to her eye, so I knelt down and hugged her tightly. I love you guys. She smiled and nodded. I didn't leave because of-

I know. You didn't leave because of me. You needed to. It was the right thing to do. I stood up and looked down at her. I towered over her, yet she seemed so strong and old then. I then looked over my shoulder towards the other 4 with me, and she nodded. Yeah. I know. They seem like a great bunch. She laughed softly, as their bickering reached us. I rolled my eyes and look back at them as they scoped out the shelves like hawks (haha). You better- DUCK, NOW.

I ducked before she finished, and she hurried off to the aisle my old flock was in, looking over her shoulder and giving a quick wave before rushing off.

"Angel? Oh, there you are."

My flock all gave me questioning looks for being practically on the ground. I shushed them.

You're good. Angel "told" me, and I sighed, standing slowly.

"What was that about?" July, who was my second in command, asked me.

"Nothing." I muttered. "Let's get out of here." She gave me a questioning look, but nodded.

"C'mon guys." I hurried to the front of the store, and rushing the poor lady at the checkout through scanning our items and bagging them.

"Is something up?" July asked me quietly, and I felt Mini's eyes on the back of my head (or shoulders, with her being only 5 feet tall and 18 years old).

"We'll talk later." She nodded.

Fang, before you go... I heard Angel's head in my voice once more.

Hmm?

Max really loved you. But I think she's almost moved on. It felt like a million knives were stabbing my heart. (A/N: Jeesh, Fang, really expressive and emo sounding tonight, aren't we?)

I figured. I wanted her to.

No, you didn't. I didn't reply directly back to her, but I could feel my heart possibly breaking. I nodded to myself.

You could get her back, Fang. Tell her why you left. Come back, Fang. We all miss you. We aren't the flock without you.

I closed my eyes and stopped just before leaving the store.

I can't do that, Angel. I'm sorry. I heard her sigh, and felt her leave my mind.

I managed to drag myself from that store.

I don't know why.

*end chappie*

So... Good? Horrible? Reviews are amazing to my self confidence, you know. Maybe then Fang wouldn't be so emo . . . . .