Hey, guys!
Yeah, yeah, I know I said that I was gonna do a The Mortal Instruments (or more specifically, a City Of Lost Souls) fanfic, and I am working on one, but I JUST GOT NEVERMORE FROM THE LIBRARY A FEW DAYS AGO AND AGH FEELS.
The book was great and all, but to be honest, I thought the ending was total and utter crap. Like (warning, there be spoilers ahead) they made it seem like all of the sudden Dylan doesn't like Max anymore and Fang/Max (aka Fax) happened and Dylan is all okay with it and everyone lives happily ever THE END.
Yeah. Forgive me if I come off as a bit annoyed, because I am. If there's anything I hate, it's crappy bailout endings.
Anyways, moving on. This is a two shot, being the before and after the breakup kinda thing. Because THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH FAX ANGST.
*ahem* Moving on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride because if I did Fang would never have left, Dylan wouldn't exist, and neither would Maya/Max II.
:)
The first time Angel asked the question, Fang was caught by surprise.
"Fang, do you love Max?"
One sentence. Five words. That was all it took to make Fang stop digging around in the fridge and freeze in his tracks.
In all reality, he really shouldn't have been. He hadn't exactly been subtle yesterday when he stormed into Agent Walker's house and to the room he shared with Iggy after seeing Max and that scum kiss, muttering things about dismemberment and torture and ways to make the death of a certain brown-haired boy by the name of Sam look like an accident.
Also, he didn't think that Angel being Angel and her having her ability to read his freaking mind helped things. At all.
Oh, the woes of being a teenage bird-kid, Fang thought sarcastically. He turned around slowly to face the blonde she-devil, closing the fridge door as he went. "Um, jeez, Angel… why do you ask?" He responded quietly, scratching the back of his neck embarrassedly and trying his hardest not to blush.
Yes. He, Fang With-Have-No-Last-Name was trying not to blush. Call the New York Times.
Angel crossed her arms and raised one blonde eyebrow at him. "You know why. You're very obvious, Fang," She retorted, glaring at him in a way no 7-year-old should be able to. "Now, do you love her or not?"
Jeez. There really was no privacy when you were a mutant bird-freak, was there?
The obvious and first answer that came to his mind was yes, and the weird urge to shout it out was so great that he had to clamp his jaw firmly shut to prevent the word from escaping his mouth.
Yes.
Fang realized then that he actually loved Max. It did make sense, in a way. He'd known for a while that he was starting to develop feeling for the flock leader, but this was different. He shouldn't want to rip Sam into pieces for kissing her. He shouldn't not be able to feel anything even semi-romantic towards anyone else.
The truth of the matter was that Fang was in love with Maximum Ride- no, he wasn't just in love with her; he loved her, from her sun-streaked hair to her expressive eyes, to the way she could be so tough one minute and be caring and loving another, to the way she could be all serious and motherly one minute and then suddenly scream something like, "FOOD FIGHT!" It was extremely corny and so so so un-Fanglike, but he really actually loved almost every single part of her.
Well, maybe except the fact that she was making him into such a bloody sap.
Whoops, he thought dryly, a corner of his mouth turning up in a half smirk. There goes my dignity,
It was really scary, actually, how much he loved Max. Really scary how fast and hard he'd fallen for her, and especially scary how much he wanted to hurt anyone who hurt her or who would ultimately hurt her.
Talk about wanting to do a head-desk. He loved his best friend. The best friend who was so dead set against being in a relationship with him that he would probably die never having been with her.
Although, considering the life that they'd been living, that might not be too far away.
Fang watched as Angel's face softened, and then blossomed into a huge grin. Fang realized that, once again, the little bugger had read his mind.
Great.
Angel ran towards him, wrapping her thin arms around him and hugging his torso in a tight hug. "Oh, Fang!" She squealed happily, and he could feel her grinning into his chest.
Fang laughed as he returned the hug in one of his rare forms of affection that he (usually) only reserved for Angel, the annoying but lovable little not-sister that he almost (almost) wished that he never had. "Don't go planning the wedding yet, Angel."
Angel giggled and pulled back slightly to look at him, still smiling happily. "You know, she loves you too, Fang," She said, her eyes piercing into his. "She really does."
Fang sighed, patting Angel's back between her wings almost absentmindedly. "Now if she'd only admit it…"
And that concludes the 'before'. I'll upload the next, much longer part within a week or two.
PEACESKIES (yes, I stole that from Damon Fizzy/Dee Fizzy. COME AT ME BRO.
Sorry... I'm hyper. :P
Anyways, please review? *gives puss-in-boots eyes*
~Alex (aka dontforget2live:)
