Time stopped at that moment. The world gave a cold shudder as I watched him fall to the ground. My screams were silent in this action movie, as I flung myself over his unconscious body. Angel glanced over to where he had collapsed and immediately rushes to my side.

"He's not dead, don't worry. He's thinking about how you would be if he let go, and that's all he's thinking about," Angel reassured me. I was never one for emotions, so I just swallowed my fear and kept staring at Fang. For a brief time I just took him in, afraid that would be the last chance I would ever see him, with his dark hair just grazing his eyes at the right moment, that rock hard build. Since I couldn't see his eyes, I just imagined those intense brown eyes gazing up at me. Without a second thought, I grabbed him, and even though he was a bit bigger than me, I flew off to find a safe spot away from our current battle spot. Damn big corporations, sending all of this robot crap after our flock.

You don't have time to think about all of that right now, Max, the Voice demanded. Focus on Fang. Ah, yes. Fang. I quickly felt for a pulse. It was quickly regaining speed. I heard a groan escape from his lips.

"Fang?" I whispered. "Are you there?"

"I feel like crap," he mumbled. Wasting no time, I quickly planted a kiss on his bruised lips. "What was that for?"

"You were unconscious. And I may be a little um… horny, seeing that we have been on the run for the past week." He stifled a laugh.

"Well, I can say the same for myself. But I'm not feeling so great, so if you could get off…"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," I replied, quickly getting back to my feet. "Sorry for leaving you alone, but I have to get back to the flock…"

"Go ahead Max. And by the way, I hate those black highlights. So much." I shot him a questioning look.

"You were the one who wanted me to get them."

"I like the pink ones better. More suited to your personality." I smiled as I coasted over the Rocky Mountains. How typical of Fang, making jokes after a near-death injury.