a/n: I'm a huge fan of FangxMax…but I thought this would be fun. This is my first Maximum Ride fic ever so R&R!

disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or its characters, but I do own Mac.

Chapter 1Max P.O.V

I paced back and forth in the woods that surrounded the small brick house. What the hell was I gonna say? Hey, Fang, it's Max. I was just in the neighborhood so I decided to stop by and say hi. By the way, is there any chance that you still love me? No. I paced more and chastised myself for making such a big deal out of this. It was just Fang. The same Fang that I spent most of my life with. The same Fang that I haven't seen in two years. He was probably still the same for the most part, nothing to worry about. I could handle this.

I took in a deep breath and tried to silence all of the doubts that bounced around my skull. I tried to calm my nerves as I walked up to the front door of the brick house. Before I could even begin to work up the nerve to knock on the door it swung open, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. I automatically recognized Fang by his dark hair and eyes. He hadn't changed much besides getting a bit taller. His features seemed a little older. I took in every detail of him. He seemed healthy and clean and his hair was much shorter than I remembered it being, only going down to the collar of his black sweatshirt that he wore with a pair of faded gray jeans. When our eyes finally met, I was left breathless.

"Max?" Fang questioned tentatively.

"Hey, Fang." There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Fang stepped to the side.

"Come in," he said. He motioned for me to enter and as soon as I stepped into the house I smelled the scent of freshly baked cookies. My stomach grumbled and I saw Fang glance at me from over his shoulder as he locked the front door. "Want something to eat?"

"Uhh..yeah, thanks."

"You can sit down over there if you want." He pointed to a round wooden table that was surrounded by four chairs and I walked over to it and sat down in the chair by the wall that faced him. Fang got to work on putting snack items together in a plate for me. I watched as Fang filled the plate with Oreo cookies, a muffin, and a bag of hot Cheetos. When he finished he put the plate down in front of me and sat across from me at the table.

"Thanks," I said before reaching for an Oreo and starting to dig in. Fang just nodded in response and looked behind him at the entrance to the family room. I followed his gaze but saw nothing there but a black couch and a small bookshelf. When he turned back toward me I quickly looked down at the plate.

"What's new?" he asked casually. I began to fill him in on Angel's latest plans to take my place, but a figure appeared in the entrance behind him, causing me to stop. Fang looked behind him and smiled. "You're awake," he said as he stood up. The unknown person walked up to him and they embraced eachother in a way that I'd never seen Fang do before… not even to me.

"The cookies done?" A girlish voice asked him. The figure turned around and I saw red hair from over Fang's shoulder. It wasn't red like Iggy's hair, it was flaming red.

"Yep," Fang said in response. The figure stepped away from him and toward the baking pan on top of the stove and that's when I realized that it was a girl. Her long red hair cascaded down her back and stopped midway. Everything about her screamed the word fragile. All of her was small and dainty save the large balloon protruding where her stomach was supposed to be.

"Ahem," I said, reminding Fang that I was here. I caught the attention of both him and the girl. The girl looked at me and cocked her head to one side the way a confused dog would.

"Do I know her?" the redhead asked before reaching for a freshly baked cookie.

"Sorta," Fang said, "but you've never actually met."

"Uh huh," the girl said absentmindedly as she took a small dish from the cabinet and began to pile cookies onto it. When she finished she made her way toward us and Fang put an arm around her waist.

"Max, this is Mac," he said, motioning to the ginger. "Mac, this is Max."

"Max?" she asked "like Maximum Ride?"

"Yep, that's her," Fang said. Mac immediately perked up a bit and put her dish of cookies down onto the table. She smiled and extended an arm toward me.

"Nice to meet you," Mac said cheerfully. "Fang told me a lot about you." I put my arm out toward her and she took my hand and shook it firmly.

"Really?" I asked "Fang told me nothing about you." When I pulled my hand away forcefully she smiled and placed a hand on her swollen belly before taking another chocolate chip cookie. I gave Fang my best who the heck is this girl face and he just beamed at me and took her hand. It seemed like I wasn't getting any answers to the questions in my head so I decided to voice them. "And..what are you to Fang exactly?" I asked.

The next two words that came out of her mouth would almost make my heart stop.

"His wife." Suddenly I felt and extreme hatred for this girl. A fresh pot of rage began to boil in the pit of my stomach but I tried to suppress it.

"His wife?" I asked. Fang nodded and looked at me somewhat apologetically. "How long has this been happening?"

"Almost a year," Mac said. She sat down in the seat that Fang was sitting in before and ate her cookies. Fang sat down next to her and put a hand on her leg.

"I see." I sighed and yanked the bag of Cheetos open. Fang noticed that I was upset and he shook his head and looked back at his wife. He knew.

"Stay for dinner?" Mac asked me. She spoke just like Fang, with incomplete sentences. 'A match made in heaven.'

"Nah," I said "I don't want to cause any trouble."

"It's no trouble," Mac responded without looking at me.

"She made extra food for you and everything," Fang said. "Please stay?" The pleading look in his eyes made me want to say yes, but then it hit me.

"What do you mean she already made extra food for me?"

"I knew you were coming," Mac said. That was enough to make me almost choke on a Cheeto (which would have been bad because they're HOT). I coughed and sputtered and my eyes widened in surprise.

"What do you mean you knew I was coming?" My hand balled into a fist and I was about ready to punch her lights out but Fang quickly stood up for her.

"She's psychic, Max." I paused and my fist unclenched. I calmed down a bit then.

"Oh…." I felt my face turn red a bit and I began to feel like an idiot.

Mac looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You're staying for dinner."

a/n: So yea, that was chapter 1. I wanted to end it differently but that would have changed the whole part of the next chapter. Reviews would be LOVELY! Thank you in advance to those who do review. I'll try to update as much as possible.