Title: Your Guardian Angel

Author: Mercy Me Its Ashley

Summary: Iggy has a guardian angel, and his name is Fang.

Rating: PG13, for slash and the like.

Pairing: Fang/Iggy

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride and all characters involved belong to Mr. James Patterson, and the song, Your Guardian Angel, is the property of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, their record company, and their affiliates. I take no ownership, nor am I making any financial gain from writing this.

Dedication: To TearofCrimsonRed, the most amazing boy ever.

Your Guardian Angel

The Fall

No matter how many times he ran it over in his head, Fang still couldn't see how it'd happened. One second, there they were, flying over the middle of fucking nowhere, when all of a sudden these bullets of black came zooming past. Refrigerator size bullets. Furry, refrigerator size bullets. The kind that came from the school.

No one saw it coming, no one heard them coming. It was just all of a sudden they were surrounded. Which would have normally been okay, just tug on their wings and they all fall down, but these were Erasers version 3.0, or whatever version the School was on now. Lighter, faster, and a hell of a lot younger. Ari wasn't in the group, though Fang heard his voice crackling over their walkie talkies at least a dozen times. He could only catch fragments, but the word 'kill' kept coming up.

Generally, that's not a good sign.

In any case, they managed to send a few down with a slew of below the belt kicks. But they kept coming faster than they could send them down. And then the call came from Max, "Maneuver out! Maneuver out!"

Code: WHITE FLAG! RETREAT!

And six blurs shot away, Max leading at her lightning speed, followed by Angel, with Total in her backpack, Gazzy, Nudge, Fang, and Iggy with his fingers only just grazing the heel of his shoe.

As Max flew nearly out of site, the entire group stepped up their speed, save Iggy. Whom could not see his companions shooting ahead of him, and when he lost contact with Fang, who had not realized Iggy had latched on to him, he only assumed he was just out of reach.

Carelessness on all parts, most likely.

But in any case, Fang was not just out of reach when Iggy felt a bullet whiz by his ear, and another ruffle his hair. Thankfully, he was in hearing range when Iggy felt- not a bullet, but a tranquilizer- tear through his shoulder.

Because no one else was.

Falling… falling… fallen.

Blood… pain… black.

"Ig? Iggy?" Fang looked back in the direction of the cry, and was stunned to find stale air, "Oh, shit."

What happened was easy to figure out. Somehow, Iggy had fallen right out of the sky, the specific reason was unknown, but Fang could only imagine it was Erasers, who else could it be?

He hovered just over the forest, his eyes raking the ground below for a yellow dot. And then he heard it. A few feet to his left, thud!

And Fang knew.

His chin tucked into chest, his arms pinned themselves to his sides and his wings slammed flat against his back as he took a sharp, headfirst dive straight into the thicket of trees, ignoring the thorns and branches and tore through his skin and ripped his t-shirt.

His mind raced, flashes of images, bits of speech, half-finished thoughts, Please be in time. It can't be too late. I won't let it be.

As Fang crashed through the last layer of leaves and branches, he was surprised to find the ground looming ominously close, only about fourteen away, which was pretty close for a short stop, but Fang managed to pull himself out of the nose dive just in time to drop onto the dewy grass on all fours.

There was an odd sort of cracking sound that came from his hip, but he brushed it off and jumped to his feet, ignoring the slight soreness that suddenly materialized. Here he was, now, where was Iggy?

His eyes did a 360, and he was about to relocate a few feet to his left, when out of the corner of his eye, he could see a white feather gently sifting to the ground.

"Oh shit," Fang found himself repeating as he took several cautious steps towards where the feather had fallen, "Oh fucking hell, fucking shit, dammit, FUCK!"

His eyes had, inadvertently, squeezed themselves shut, in fear of what he might see when he opened them. And when he did, the scene that unfolded was not particularly bloody, nor gruesome. At the most, it looked like Iggy had fallen asleep in the middle of a pile of leaves. Though, the awkward way his wing bent was a fair indication there was something wrong.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Iggy, fuck, why?" Fang's voice barely broke a whisper as he dropped to his knees at his friend's side. Obviously, Iggy, being unconscious, did not hear, but Fang went on, pretending like he could.

"You know, Max is gonna kill us both for this," he tried to keep his voice even as he hesitantly touched the tips of his shaking fingers to Iggy' s pale forearm, "You can imagine how ballistic she's going right now, if she's figured out we're not there yet. That might take some time, you know, in all the confusion over the Erasers and stuff."

He caught his breath sharply, sensing a sudden burning at the back of his throat, "But I'm here, I'll be here no matter what, okay? I promise."

When I see your smile

Tears run down my face, I can't replace

And now that I'm stronger I've figured out

How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul

And I know I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one