So I got this idea and instantly started to write, so here you go.

Plot: When Fang leaves, Max turns to Dylan for comfort. But when Max is abducted in the night, the Flock doesn't know how to handle it. With both their previous leaders gone, they refuse to turn to Dylan for help. So that only leaves Fang. Wings.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own MR

Chapter 1

Max's POV

I looked in at Angel's sleeping outline on the bed. I smiled slightly at how innocent she looked but yet had the mind of somebody in their mid-thirties. I sighed slightly as I turned out of the room and closed the door. Without warning a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. Initially I tensed but on realising it was Dylan I sunk into his body. Dylan and I had been together, as in together-together, for almost a month. But Dylan was no Fang.

It was Fang's arms I still missed, and always would. I didn't want to feel Dylan's hand on my knee under the kitchen table in the morning, or his lips pressed against my shoulder whenever I tensed up. It was all Fang, but after three months with no direct contact from him I was beginning to give up hope that he would ever come back.

I turned around to find Dylan smirking slightly, but as always, I compared it to Fang's devilish smirk that could make me melt before it had even reached his lips. Dylan's eyes didn't brighten mischievously like Fang's once did, and Dylan doesn't have that small dimple that Fang did.

I sighed inwardly but smiled at Dylan. I pulled Dylan's hand into my bedroom so that we could talk without the fear of waking any other members of the Flock. I opened the door and walked lazily into the room. I heard the door close as I fell heavily onto my small double bed. I never knew the correct term for my bed structure, but it was either a small double or a large single, but in the end who really cares?

I felt the bed sink as Dylan lay down beside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me after a moment of silence. I sighed and turned away from him, facing the window, I never shut the curtains, only because the darkness freaked me out, that sense of feeling trapped in a room with no visible exit. Claustrophobia to the extreme.

"Yeah," No. I heard Dylan sigh; he knew I was lying through my teeth.

"Max, how can I make you happy if you won't tell me why you're so upset?" he asked frustrated.

"Well if it annoys you so much, give up," I shrugged still on my side. Dylan groaned as he sat up.

"Give up, Max? You tell those kids every single day that no matter what you never stop fighting. So what are you fighting that you won't let me help?" he asked me. That was a good answer. But he had a point, I was giving up on trying to get over Fang, trying to move on. But somewhere inside me, under all that pain and feelings of betrayal was the small piece of me, begging me not to forget. If I really tried I probably could eventually get over Fang, but in reality I didn't want to. Feeling the pain everyday made him real, why would I want to forget some of the best moments of my screwed up life, just because they were soiled by one bad one? That kind of logic didn't make sense to me.

I turned around to see that Dylan was standing up now, looking out the window from his position on the other side of the room.

"It's Fang isn't it?" he nodded because he already knew. He just wanted to see my reaction to Fang's name out-loud. I must have winced both inwardly and physically because Dylan's jaw locked as he nodded, clearly having a conversation with himself. I turned back on my side facing the window, not wanting to look at his face anymore.

"You know, you can't wait for him to come back forever," Dylan said harshly.

"I can do whatever the Hell I want," I growled from where I lay. I refused to turn and look at him again because I knew the moment I did it would result in me punching him in the face for even mentioning Fang's name.

"Whatever Max," he mumbled as he opened my room door. I heard him slam it shut, probably waking up everybody else. I could hear his room door slam shut also. I was angry that he even thought he had the right to talk about Fang with me. Who does he think he is, a bloody shrink? Not that I'd tell one of them all my problems regarding Fang.

Eventually I fell asleep, dreaming that'd I'd wake up and find Fang sitting at the kitchen table, irritating Iggy while he waited for his pancakes.

A sudden presence beside me in my bed knocked me out of me sleep. I knew it wasn't Dylan. He wouldn't have dared come back into my room. Still half asleep I rolled over curiously.

"Fang?" I mumbled my eyes half closed.

"Guess again," a deep un-familiar voice smirked through the darkness. My eyes shot open, now fully awake. I attempted to sit up but was pushed back down. A piece of sticky duck-tape was slapped across my mouth and my screams came out muffled. I felt my arms being pinned behind my back as my attacked tied my wrists together.

My eyes darted around the room and I saw two other shadowed figures in the corners of the room. A stale-smelling bag was put over my head. I gave my best attempts to get the bag off of me, but instead my fore-head connected with something hard and all I could see was black.

Iggy woke up early, as usual. He promised Nudge that he'd make pancakes for them all this morning, but to be honest he couldn't really be bothered. Iggy groaned as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. He knew where everything, all the furniture all the doors were in the house. The E house never changed, it was always the same. As he walked into out of his room a sudden scream from the living room cause him to run.

"Gazzy give me back the remote," Nudge growled.

"Gazzy give me back the remote," Nudge's voice rang through the house again and Iggy couldn't prevent the smirk from appearing on his face.

"Gazzy," Nudge growled venomously. A loud thump of two falling bodies could be heard followed by two groans of pain. Iggy chuckled slightly as he walked into the living room. Even though he couldn't see, he knew what Nudge and Gazzy must have looked like on the floor. With ease, Iggy swung his legs over the back of the couch and flopped down with a sigh. There was a hard object under his leg. Iggy fished around and found the remote.

"Victory," he celebrated by turning on the TV. Gazzy and Nudge groaned and complained as they both sat on the floor and began to watch the TV. Without warning the front door slammed open and what sounded like Dylan barrelled in in a panic.

"Max, have you seen Max?" he gasped, this caused Iggy to sit up alert. Iggy stood up and so did Nudge and Gazzy.

"She's not still asleep?" Iggy asked. None of them particularly liked Dylan, but Max did so they had to accept him, as hard as it was. Max didn't really want Dylan here, at was so obvious to everyone except Dylan and Max.

"No, we were fighting last night and I thought maybe she went for a fly, but I can't find her," Dylan growled, angry at himself for not being able to find Max. With that, Iggy ran into Max's room hoping to find her still asleep, passed out, something. But the room was empty. Nudge, Gazzy and Dylan followed him in. Angle stumbled in still half asleep. She was rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists.

"What's going on?" she mumbled, but nobody was necessarily paying attention.

"Why is the window open?" Nudge demanded frantically.

"Is that a dent?" Gazzy thought aloud. Iggy ran his hand along the window sill, thinking, concentrating.

"Can anyone else smell that?" Iggy asked as he got the strong sickly wet smell that was coated all over Max's bed and window.

"What is it?" Dylan asked as everybody else's eyes widened in panic. "Will someone tell me what's going on?" he demanded.

"There were Eraser's here last night, no this morning," Iggy told him, his voice low and threatening. The thought of Erasers being here while they all slept made him sick in the stomach.

"I though all the Erasers were gone," Angle spoke everyone's thoughts.

"Well someone must still be making them," Nudge sighed, for the first time probably ever, Nudge seemed lost for words.

"What are we going to do?" Gazzy asked, clearly aiming the question at Iggy, but Dylan thought it was his duty to answer.

"Well, we're going to have to go get Max back," he ordered.

"And you think we're going to take orders from you?" Iggy scoffed.

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