A/N: Okay, guys, you know that time space in between chapters 55 and 56 of Angel? Well, don't read this if you haven't read Angel yet. READ IT NOW! *******

Done? Or at least up to the chapters above? Kay. This is the 'intermission' between those two chapters. FAX & DAX! Though Fax is better, we all know that.

I might make this into a multiple-chapter thing, and I'll try to make it as accurate as possible towards the book.

"I'm here for you," he said, pulling away from my lips.

My breathing had accelerated, and I was finding myself drawn unwillingly to his stupid ocean eyes, contrasting with his stupid tan face.

"-nk you." I finished breathlessly, trying to sound casual, as if one of the most thrilling kisses I'd ever had hadn't just happened. Um… not counting Fang's kisses… of course.

I heard the bell of the restaurant door opening, and I tried to quickly pull away from him, the spell broken. But Dylan held me tighter, unwilling to let go. I tried to conjure up a flash of annoyance like I normally would, but I couldn't. Not with him holding me. Like this.

I turned my head jerkily towards the noise, and saw a murderous-looking Fang. His dark face scowled and he ran through the parking lot, pushed off, and shot off into the sky. His gang and the flock walked out the door a few seconds later, their faces unreadable.

"Let go." I pushed Dylan off, and though my heart was racing, I made my face turn commanding. Maya glared at me, and then looked worriedly at the sky. I ignored her, not wanting to see how obviously she felt towards once-mine tall, dark, and recently single leader of the Fang Gang.

Ugh.

Nudge walked up behind me. I turned, and she whispered anxiously, "The… the windows were glass."

Right. The windows that Dylan had just smooched me in front of. I wanted to put my hands in my face, and just sink through the earth. I felt horrible.

"Maybe you should…uh…" Iggy looked at me. Well, he turned his head in my general direction. Same thing.

Angel looked at me sadly, shaking her head like a wise old lady. It was an odd look for a 7-year-old.

"Should what? Go after him?" I hissed down at Iggy and Nudge.

They just managed to look frightened at my defensive tone. I groaned silently in frustration, and took several self-conscious steps away from Dylan. I couldn't even look at him.

Looking around at the two groups standing feet away from each other, I set my face into a mask of indifference. My feet pushed off suddenly at the asphalt and I launched myself into the sky, flapping towards the dark speck landing in the distance.