A/N – I wrote this as soon as soon as I had finished reading FANG. Takes place at end of the book, with memories of when Fang "almost" died. Needless to say FANG spoilers so don't read if you haven't read Fang. You may have to read it twice to get it.

Fang's POV

I wasn't the one they wanted. Or needed, I thought as I flew away from my home. No, his home. Their home.

I knew Max would find my letter, and I knew it was going to be hard on her and the rest of the flock. But the truth would be harder.

I had thought I could do this, but when Max had looked at me today with such trust, such love. The trust I didn't earn the love I didn't deserve, I realized the truth.

And still the memories haunted.

The chaos was unfolding around all around me, the created fighting the creators. The flock was holding its own. Apart from three members. Angel had fled from the conflict confused, and was hiding. The other two were in the middle of the room.

I walked across the room unnoticed by all, except one. The Gasman, after successfully knocking out a scientist, turned and saw me. Delight spread over the young boys face mixed with confusion as he looked back to the hospital bed were he saw me laying, Max paralyzed at my side. When he looked back at were I was standing I had disappeared.

But I was just a hallucination, wasn't I?

If it was only that simple.

I stiffened at the memory, my wings clamping by my side. I started losing altitude fast, closing in on the ground. Death would not be unwelcome. I had already experienced it once.

The human brain would stay active for minutes after death, for hybrids estimation was around seven minutes. His heart had flat lined before the flock had even got there. Nine minutes ago.

They had told me that the DNA we shared may connect us in ways unpredicted. They were right.

I felt a ripping sensation in my chest as my vision split in two. In one, reality, I was standing behind my dead corpse. In the other I was soaring with the eagles, my flock's faces smiling at me with pure happiness.

As that vision stared to fade I realized what it was.

Heaven.

My heaven.

I had just died.

I pulled out of my full a hundred meters from my death. I didn't deserve his heaven. I had only done what I was made, what I had been taught , trained and given the memories for. The reason I couldn't kill myself. Because If I did, the last piece of him would die with me.

But I had been given a choice, and I made mine.

And still the memories haunted.

Before me, my fleh and blood had died. Max was still frozen staring at my heart monitor. I could let her realize that he was gone. At least she would know the truth.

But that's not what I was created for.

I was their back-up plan.

While Max was in an almost unconscious state, I removed his restraints and placed his dead body under the bed. Without movement it would vanish within minutes. I would be the last person to see at him before he vanished from the face of the Earth.

"I'm sorry" I whispered.

With that I replaced my own body on the hospital bed. And with that, I replaced Fang.

No one had noticed the difference; after all I was his clone. I was not the reason he died but I was the reason they thought he was alive.

But still the memories haunted.

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I left two loopholes open incase I want to make this a two shot or more.

R&R