A/n; Alright, this is my first fan fiction so I would like everyone's honest opinion (so don't say it's good if you hate it). I'm going to try to post at least once a week. I'm open to suggestions, and I will give you credit if I decide to use one of yours. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter!

Fangs POV

I rolled over in my bed and groaned as I slipped and my head hit the floor. I had to be more careful about that! But I guess it wasn't my fault that I had never slept in anything more comfortable than straw. Normally, it was a cold rock floor for me and the flock. But that was only if we were lucky. Anything was better than a cage. And if you don't know why I had ever slept in a cage then you won't get any of this story, so you might as well click that little x in the corner of your screen now, because I'm not explaining.

I untangled myself from the sheets, and picked my clock off the floor, which I had accidently knocked over. It read 2:00 am. I guess changing time zones several times a month messes up your body clock. I stood up and stretched before I walked over to the wall, and tried to grab a black outfit that I hadn't worn before without being forced to turn the light on. After a few minutes I succeeded, and rapidly changed in the dark.

I walked out of my room, and softly shut the door behind me, before walking to Max's room. It was very quiet in the house, and I didn't want to wake anyone up, especially her mom. She gave us separate rooms for a reason. It wasn't like I was doing anything bad, but I know if any adult saw a teenage guy walk into a girls room at 2 in the morning, they would definitely expect the worst. Max's mom was really cool about our unexpected visits, but she always made sure to keep the rooms separate. Luckily, she had enough, so that Max and I each got one, while Gazzy and Iggy shared a room, as did Angel, Total, and Nudge. But it certainly was a different experience for all of us. It was strange having to actually open a door to get to where another member of the flock was sleeping.

I listened at Max's door for a couple of minutes, then took a deep breath and silently walked in, as quietly as I could, in case I was mistaken and she was still asleep. I was opening the door a little bit when it decided that it was too old, and gave a loud creak. Max looked up startled, and then relaxed when she saw it was just me. I blushed, (which is something I don't do) blessing the dark and closed the door. I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She looked upset, her jaw was tightened, and her shoulders were shaking very softly. I hated what this did to her, always being on the run, never trusting anyone. She was always worried about the well being of the flock, and saving the world. She would never willingly show any member of the flock how hard it was for her to be strong. They wouldn't understand it. They took for granted her strength, not knowing the mask she put up every day. I don't think that I even understood how much it hurt her, to know that she wasn't always able to. She knew that she wasn't perfect, and that every once in a while, she lost, either a member of the flock, or another person.

I was the only person she would ever even begin to admit this to, and she only did with those slight shudders, and clenched jaw. I mentally sighed, wondering why I had come here in the first place. The only thing I wanted to do know was comfort her, but I wasn't really sure how. I wasn't the sort of person who was good with words. I could only try my best.

"Don't worry, It's gonna be okay," I said, trying to tell her that the flock believes in her, she'll be able to do it, day after day. I think my eyes are what told her this part, because she stared into mine for a few seconds before looking away and giving a quick nod.

"I know, I just hate this," she replied sighing, repositioning herself so she was sitting next to me. Now it was my turn to nod. I knew what she meant. She didn't only mean that she hated how the flock was always in danger. She also was saying that she hated feeling weak, having to always run, knowing it for the best but hating it all the same.

"I know," was my reply, and all she needed to know that I had understood.

"You wanna go for a flight?" I asked nodding torwards the direction of the window.

"Yeah," she said getting up slowly. She was no longer so upset and I was glad of the small things I could do to help. I loved her, even if I couldn't express it, even if when I tried she ran away. One day, I'd have to tell her, and hope for her not to run. I would always be her's, even if she didn't want me. I was willing to wait. I had already for 13 years.

She walked to the window and I silently followed. She was having trouble on the small locks at the top and bottom. I placed my hand on hers as I helped her open them, then pull the window up. I kept my face expressionless, to make sure she didn't know how unsure I was when I did even this. I didn't how she would react. I let my hand linger on hers for only a few seconds longer than necessary, then turned and motioned for her to go first. She gave me a small sad smile, and then flew from the window. I watched her in awe, at how beautiful she looked, and then quickly flew after her, not wanting to waste any of the little time we had alone together.