Disclaimer: It makes me die a little inside whenever I think about it, but sadly I do not own Iggy, Max, Fang, Angel, The Gasman, Nudge, or anything else pertaining to Maximum Ride. Mark my words, James Patterson, someday…
Ok, this one takes place in The Angel Experiment, when Ari hurt Fang and Max kissed him. Obviously.
My shoulder throbbing from where the Eraser had dug his claws into my flesh, I stumbled through the sand towards the moaning, bleeding lump that was Iggy.
I knelt at his side and clasped his hand tightly. "I'm here Ig," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "You holding up okay?" Oh, Ari was so going to pay for this.
"M' fine", Iggy mumbled, barely coherently around his split lip.
Fang stood silently behind me along with Nudge and Gazzy. "I can help carry him to the hospital." He said softly in one of those rare full sentences of his. At this, Iggy sat up quickly, then groaned in pain and flopped back down.
He glared in Fang's general direction and forced out through gritted teeth, "I'll pu' a grenade in the pants o' anyone who tries to take me to the hosp'l."
I couldn't help smiling a little. That's my pyro. Then, out of nowhere, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I only had a few moments to register how warm his lips were and the tingles that were running through my body, before I realized what I was doing. I pulled away sharply, my cheeks burning.
Holy. Crap. I had just kissed Iggy. Why the heck had I just kissed Iggy?
Iggy looked dazed. "Max…" he whispered.
I gulped. "Huh?" I answered oh-so-charmingly.
"Max…" he said again softly. Then a wide grin spread across his face. "I always knew you couldn't resist me!"
I narrowed my eyes at him (not that it did much good). "You sexist pig! Ugh!" I threw up my hands and turned around, the blood rushing to my cheeks again when I realized the others were still there.
Nudge and the Gasman looked stunned, their mouths hanging open in identical 'O's. Fang, well, his mouth wasn't agape, but his eyes were darting between Iggy and me, and he was looking like, What the H-E-double hockey stick just happened? I suppose I couldn't blame him; at this point I wouldn't be surprised if Nudge took a vow of silence or if Fang took a sudden liking to pink tutus.
From behind me, Iggy sniggered. "Yeah, but I'm a sexy sexist pig, and you know it!"
And he didn't even have the gall to be offended! "You know what?" I growled, pointing to Fang, "You take care of him!" Then I stomped away, my stormy exit somewhat hampered by the fact that it was harder than it looked to stomp through sand.
Stupid, albino, sexy…Argh! I ruthlessly shoved all thoughts of a certain blind pyromaniac from my mind as I catalogued Angel's (thankfully minor) injuries.
Later, after everyone had managed to make it to Manhattan without dropping like a rock out of the sky, I glanced over at Iggy resting on his branch. I don't know how he felt my gaze, but he looked over with a smirk on his face and winked.
I quickly looked away and closed my eyes. I didn't know what had happened today…but I had liked it. Maybe Iggy would get an encore soon.