A/N-I'm leaving in the original author's notes for the people who haven't read these before. Also, Scarlet will be joining me in the author's notes in this new version! Say hi, Scarlet.
Scarlet: Hey, bitches!
Me: Okay, Scar, let's not scare the readers off. Enjoy the revised abridged version of Q&A Drabbles!
Hey guys! This is my new fic and basically what's gonna happen is, you guys are gonna ask questions related to fandoms, mostly minor things. (i.e. what's Bella Cullen's favorite shirt and what's the story behind it?) Then I'll answer your questions with a drabble. They can be from Maximum Ride, Carry On, Twilight, Fangirl, or the Lunar Chronicles. (I might add more categories in the future.) So enough talk! Here's the first drabble:
Question: If Max got a cat, what would she name it?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Max, Bambi, or any other things that you may recognize, intentional or not. (But be warned; if I make a reference, I'll probably put an A/N next to it, asking who can guess it. Guess! Do it for the digital cake!)
We landed behind the McDonalds's, and Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy immediately dove into the Dumpster. I rolled my eyes. Men. Nudge, Angel, and I waited until they were done before either a) gingerly hopping in (Nudge), b) eagerly digging through (me), or c) yelling out what to get (Angel, because she's too small to go in the Dumpster).
"MAX! Can you get me like five of those boxes of fries?"
"Sure, Angel."
So I picked up five boxes of fries in addition to the three Happy Meals I was already carrying on my way out of the Dumpster. I tossed the fries to Angel (I swear, she's addicted to fried potatoes) and started to scarf down my own food. Suddenly, I saw Fang's back stiffen. I sent him a questioning look, and he motioned into a dark corner of the alley in which we were happily stuffing our faces. Then I heard it. Timid little…meows? It sounded like there was an injured kitten back there. As it turns out, I was right. There was an injured kitten, and it was making the cutest little snuffling sounds I had ever heard! I cautiously walked over to it, afraid to make it more scared than it obviously already was. I gently scooped it-no, her (I checked) up and petted her little gray snout. She purred and curled up right there in my hands! I was officially in love with her. I turned around, and looked at Fang with an unspoken question in my eyes. He gave a barely perceptible shake of the head, so I pulled out the big guns. I hadn't used these since I was ten and begging Jeb for a stuffed animal, but there was no other choice. I aimed the full force of my Bambi eyes at him, and argued the poor little kitten's case.
"Come on Fang, she'll die out here all alone. Plus, Angel got Total. And this one doesn't talk and will be much lighter. Plus, I think I'm in love with her cute fuzzy little face…"
Fang sighed loudly.
"Fine."
I'm sure he was thinking something along the lines of, 'Damn the Bambi eyes! I just can't resist Max's Bambi eyes!'
We took off and flew back to our current safe house. I put the little kitten down on the kitchen counter and turned the faucet on, making sure the water wasn't too cold or too hot. I gingerly scooped her back up and held her under the warm water. She completely relaxed, turning into a limp bundle of wet fur and tiny paws. Fang came in to help, and he drizzled soap on her back. I noted that he had grabbed my shampoo, but I didn't really care, since it was going toward a good cause—washing my new kitty. (A/N-Aww!) We worked the shampoo into her fur as I giggled because Fang tapped my nose with a sudsy finger. I stuck my kitty back under the water while Fang got a towel. We wrapped her up like a little burrito, and she started meowing.
"What should we call her?"
Iggy stuck his head into the room.
"How do you know it's a she?" he asked, walking over to the fridge and yanking it open.
I shrugged.
"I checked."
Five minutes later, we were in the bathroom, using a hairdryer to blow warm air on the kitten, who had, once again, gone as limp as a wet noodle. I hummed in thought, and then the name hit me.
"Fang," I said, cradling the little burrito, "did you see how she went all limp in the warm water? And how she's all relaxed now?"
"Yeah…"
"We should call her Valium!"(A/N-YES! If I ever get a cat, I'm naming him/her Valium.)
He laughed.
"That, Max," he said, kissing the top of my head, "is perfect."
A/N-Yes, I know it's way fluffier than Max would ever be. But guess what? I can do whatever I want, 'cause it's fanFICTION. Anyway, read, review, post questions...and tell me if I should continue!
Love you guys (platonically),
-ycinh
A/N-I'm gonna repost all the old chapters at once, sorry about the spam!
Scarlet: See you on the other side of the old chapters!
Love,
Baz