My first fan-fic eva! Please tell me what you think :D After book six, btw.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, we would be in a whole 'nother ball park. Nor do I own Chuck Taylor or Converse. Or the Holy Lord Baby Jesus.

Third-person POV

He looked down, waiting for a place to land. He was freaking hungry! seven hours of flight non-stop can really take it out of you. Maybe thats why she caught him unaware. If his insides weren't eating themselves, his reflexes would have been better. At least that's what he told himself. She came up-and-under, her head slamming into his ribs. He cart-wheeled backwards, righting himself in time to stop another swing to his face.

He nearly stopped dead when he got a good look at her. She wasn't the fly-boy or eraser, the killing machine he was expecting. She was a kid. A bird kid. Like him. With blonde hair. Like Max.

At her name he snapped out of his reverie. Just because she was kid made her no less dangerous. Hell, in fact, because of her wings, she was probably even more dangerous. He came with a round house kick to her head, she just barely managed to scoot out of the way.

her leg snapped out, catching him in the thigh. They both recoiled, he quickly kneaded his leg, trying desperately to quell the sting. She flew back quite a few feet, bringing her foot into her hand. He reagained his ground, or sky, or whatever, and threw his fist towards her stomach. "TIME OUT!" She screeched, flinging herself out of his reach. He was surprised at this new tactic. You don't just yell 'time out' and the battle stops! That's not how things work. But to his astonishment, he did stop. He just hovered, waiting for her to call 'time in'.

She began to sink, slowly floating to the ground. He followed, curiously, cautiously. She came to a halt as her butt hit solid ground. She cradled her foot in her lap. He didn't land, He waited, flapping silently, out of reach. She unlaced her Chuck Taylor, throwing the red high top to the side. She carefully pulled off her sock, before she swore. "What the Hell? Seriously, what in the name of the Holy Lord Baby Jesus!" She turned her sock inside out, pulling a baby blue square off the fabric. "My freaking toe-nail came off." She muttered to herself as she slipped the sock back on, but leaving the shoe off.

She looked at him, her face half embarassed, half serious. "So do you want to continue this spat, or can it wait? I'm supposed to set a good example for my siblings and here I am attackin' a total stranger." She said in a thick southern drawl. She stood up, brushing her butt off. She offered him her hand. "Please excuse my manners, I was a little over-excited at seeing someone like me." She smiled, cocking her head to the side, her wavy hair swinging.

He didn't land. he didn't take her hand. Eventually she just her hand drop. her smile didn't waver though. He looked around, as if waiting for her siblings to pop out of the trees. Only then did he notice that they were in a park. Or that's what he assumed it was, seeing a little bench not far off. "What are you waiting for?" her accent was gone, mostly. It startled him enough to make him look at her. Really look. She had short blonde hair with blue streaks settled throughout, Her glasses were slightly askew. She had a tiny upturned nose, and little cleft chin, looking like mischief incarnate. She had a plaid shirt over a grey T-shirt, and dark jeans. Completed by a pair of red high-top Converse.

The affect was cute overall. "I aksed you a question, Boy." She continued, her voice was low, husky. He didn't answer. She sighed heavily. "I'm going to grab some dinner, you wanna come?" She asked, unfurling her wings. He was shocked when he saw them. They were blue and gold, like a macaw's. He didn't answer. She laughed at his silence, grabbed her shoe and took off. He followed.

They stopped over a restaurant, she made a lighting fast desent into the back parking lot. He followed. She settled her wings, the baggy plaid covering them perfectly. He did too. She walked around to the front, holding the door for him. He went inside. She walked in behind him, the door hitting a little bell as it closed. the place smelled like home made potato chips and fried chicken. Her breath tickled the back of his neck as she leaned forward, "Welcome to Ozzy's." She whispered, grabbing his hand.

She towed him forward, into a red and white booth. "Sit. Stay." She ordered, sauntering off. He didn't think he could leave if he wanted to. He was hungry, and the food smelled good. She came back thirty seconds later with a menu in her hand. "Order whatever you want, I got it." She said, twiddling with a cheap curtain next to her. He couldn't turn her down.

It wasn't long before a waitress showed up, pad and pencil ready. The waitress looked at the girl, then at him and back again. "Liv, I take it you want the usual." she finally said in a country accent, pencil poised. The girl nodded. Liv. "And you, Sweetheart?" She turned to him. He glanced at Liv. She nodded. "I'll have three hoagies, two sides of fries and a rootbeer, please." His voice was deep, rough. It matched him perfectly, thought Liv.

The waitress bucked, but wrote it down without comment. "Is that all?" she asked Liv. She nodded. The waitress shimmied off, leaving them alone. "I'm Liv, if you hadn't noticed." She said, extending her hand. He took it, shaking it gently. "Fang." He replied. Her smile broadened. "So you do speak. I was starting to feel bad for harassing a mute." She laughed, Her laughter was contagious, He chuckled too. "So, you been in Georgia long?" She asked, still holding his hand. He shook his head. "About an hour, I'm just passing through." He shouldn't have told her that, but he couldn't stop himself.

She let go of his hand, her smile locked in place. "Well first off, Welcome to Pooler, about half an hour outside Savannah." She laughed again, he laughed too. "And it really is too bad that you're only passing through, Georgia really is pretty. Especially Savannah." She drew her knees up under her chin, resting her head there. The food came out, the waitress set it down quietly before twitching off again. Liv took a sip of what looked like Sprite. Fang barely had time to take a sip before he dove onto his food.

She sat silent, letting him enjoy his dinner. She thought he wasn't watching, so she bowed her head, folded her hands and said a quick prayer before daintely picking up a philly cheese steak sandwich and biting off a morsel. But he did catch the prayer, marveling over that one small thing. She waited until he was almost done before clearing her throat. he looked up, watching her warily. She caught the gaurded look in his eyes and laughed, he couldn't help but smile. She took in his well-worn clothes, and his apetite before asking. "You got a place to crash tonight?" She carefully sipped her soda, waiting him out.

He didn't know why he thought of Max just then. Of Max taking refuge with Ella, and Ms. Martinez. Of Max's stupid decision, a decision that could've gotten her killed, trusting someone outside the flock.

"No." was all he said.