:D Hello all. This is my newest series, Problematic Situations. It started as a FangxOC fic, and a Miggy, but…I couldn't do it. I wanted to do a Fax one. So, here ya go. :)

I hope you like it. Sierra156 is my beta for this, and she...well, she LOVES it, apparently. :D I hope you do too!

R&R! If you want more, I promise. I'll put more. It starts out like the end of a Miggy thing, but it's coming.

Just let me know! :D

Oh! Right. I also must add...Iggy is the oldest male in this series, and he's got the role of Fang (not the personality, the role) and Fang has the role of Iggy. Fang is the blind one, and Iggy is the one with eyesight. Other than that, they're still the same person, just different ages and roles. Like, Iggy is Max's best friend, her second-in-command. and, obviously, Iggy is the first one she crushes on and kisses and such.

he's also the one who left the leading. Fang still has the blog, though.

but yes. R&R! :D I'll put more if you do. :)

Alright. This time, I'm gonna give you a track name.
That's it. No lyrics.
If you want to listen to the track while reading the chapter
Go ahead. :) It's awesome that way.
But, you don't have to. Just an option.
Yep.

00. Born Like This: Three Days Grace

The room was dead silent as we all exchanged our own glares. Mine were the worst, by far, but that's to be expected.

I was the one effected most.

On one hand, I wanted to punch him, beat that perfect face of his in and tell him to get the hell out.

But, that left us right back where we were just three days ago. And I didn't like that—hated it, even. I wouldn't admit it out-loud, but it was hell without him. I needed him.

He would just never know that, especially now; not when he was probably planning to disappear once Mom and Jeb were done talking to us.

And that was an entirely new thing on its own. If it weren't for the wonderful chocolate chip cookies Mom had made, mostly for me, I would've snapped and yelled at both of the men sitting around the dining room table with me.

Well, the cookies and, erm, Fang.

It was just the five of us—Mom, Jeb, Fang, Iggy, and me. Everyone else was in the living room, arguing over what TV show to watch. In the end, we all knew Angel would win. Little devil always had a way of pulling that off.

Okay, I say that like I don't really know how, but we all truly do.

I took another bite of cookie. "We can sit here awkwardly staring at each other all day, Dad, but we all know you didn't just come for a happy, wonderful visit. Why are you here?"

"I've noticed you and Iggy have a... growing... relationship, I guess you could call it," he observed nonchalantly.

Through my peripherals, I saw him look up at me, almost as if he was asking if that still existed through those piercing blue eyes of his. But, at the same time, I knew he expected what I said in response.

A part of me wanted to continue it, at least around Jeb, simply because I wanted to rebel against him.

"No we don't. But even if we did, you didn't come here to play father for the first time in your life."

"No," he agreed. "In any other circumstance, I do not plan to get involved in any way when it comes to your relationship."

"Well, in any circumstances, I advise you don't," I snapped back coldly, letting my eyes tighten a little. "But why this one?"

"You and Iggy simply cannot have a relationship," he began, folding his hands down on the table and clearing his throat a little. He straightened his back and kept his chin up high. "You don't need to know any more than that."

"The hell I don't," I all but yelled. "Don't you dare come down here and tell me something like that and then stop there. Why not?"

"No," Mom gasped suddenly, eyes wide. "Jeb, you better not be telling me... you lied to me! You ungrateful bastard! Oh God! What did you do to these two?"

"Mom?" I whispered, my own eyes widening a little. It worried me, and Iggy too, because he was now focused only on her. It seemed we were all unable to do anything but widened our eyes and look at Mom.

Except Jeb, whose expression was perfectly calm and serene.

"Valencia, I am sorry, but we couldn't tell you," he said heartlessly as he stood from the table and began to head out. "You weren't supposed to find out she was alive either, but you did."

Mom was panting, her teeth tightening, and her fists clenching. "Jeb Batchelder, you get your low-life self right back here and face these two! Look at your daughter in the eye and tell her what you've done!"

"She has my DNA, yes, but I don't really think I can consider her my daughter," he said simply.

"Just like you can't really consider Ari your son, after all the wonderful things you did to him too," I agreed bitterly. "You're right about that part. You are not my father."

"And I have no intentions to be," he nodded. "We have that in common. Neither of us want one another in our lives."

"What did you do that's upsetting Val so badly?" Iggy spoke up, for the first time.

"We lied to her fifteen years ago," Jeb said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Told her the second specimen we created from her didn't survive."

"And it did?" Iggy guessed, still just as confused as I was about this whole messed up situation.

Jeb nodded. "Yes. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Mom suddenly lost it, and she reared back and punched Jeb, hard. "After what you've done, the least you could do would be break it gently! Or get the hell out and let me do it! Go, Jeb! Never come back! If I see you again, I will not hold these kids back. I'll let them kill you!"

"Max?" Nudge asked quietly, stepping into the kitchen—eyes wide. "Why is Jeb here?"

I couldn't speak, couldn't move. All I could do was stare. My eyes were already looking at Iggy, so that's where we were both stuck, awkwardly staring at each other and having to swallow a hard, truthful, disturbing fact.

We were... brother and sister.

Literally.

And we kissed. So many times. We had...intimate...romantic feelings for each other...and we kissed!

Mom was right to warn Jeb the way he did. I wanted to kill him now, but I couldn't move to do so. He was standing to his feet and shuffling quickly out the door, but I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All I could register was Fang's hand gently squeezing mine, for reassurance; to show me he was still there.

Yeah; still there. Where I knew he always would be. Unlike Iggy... my... my...

Brother.