A/N: I don't own Maximum Ride, but man I wish I did.
"Fang?" Her voice shakes, and she focuses on not dropping the phone resting in her trembling fingers. "Can you come?"
Halfway across the world a boy sighs, glances around at his sleeping flock, looking at the girl he chose to replace her. "I'm on my way." His replacement wasn't good enough; he could never replace Max, not even with her clone.
The girl waits, tears burning tracks down her face, she's anxious. She wants to see him, to know that everything is okay, to know how everything happened. Her arms are crossed in an attempt to stop the trembling. Undeterred tears continue to fall, rolling off the slope of her nose. Her face is to the ground. She is still like this when he finds her.
"Max?" He is cautious as he makes his way to her, all the while reminding himself that she isn't his anymore. He must control himself; he must not let himself do something stupid. After all, he has Maya now. She wasn't a substitution for Max, but she was as close as he would get.
"Fang?" She looks up, her voice choked, and his heart stops. Tears streak her face, he can control himself no more, he runs to her.
Hugging her to him tightly, he is once again reminded of how well their bodies fit, matching each other's curves perfectly. She buries her face in his shoulder, and he holds her there, gently stroking her hair. "What happened?"
He was prepared for a lot of answers, growing up with the flock you got used to your fair share of tragedy. He was prepared for a lot of answers, just not the one he got.
"Its…its…its Dyl…Dylan." Her sobs in his shirt muffle the words, and her hyperventilating doesn't help much either. But he stood by her still, wrapping his arms more tightly around her waist, and tensing at the mention of his replacement.
"What about him? What happened to him?" The boy looks around as if expecting to find his body or something, but upon seeing nothing turns back to the girl.
She pulls back, moving so she can look up at him, and when she next speaks her voice is only mildly broken. "He raped me."
The boy sucks in a quick breath, and when he speaks again his voice is shaking, the rage too deep to control. "I'll fucking kill him." He takes her by the shoulders, "Are you positive? How could he take you if you fought him? Did you fight him?" More to himself he mutters, "You must not have, or else I wouldn't be here."
The girl shakes her head, feeling more tears roll down her face, he tries to wipe them away, but they won't stop. She has no control over her body, just like last night. "I don't know, Fang." Her voice breaks, and she fights to get the words out, "I couldn't move." She shakes her head, "I tried, I told him no, but I couldn't move." She feels the sobs building in her throat, and she lets them go, sinking into a fetal position as she does so.
He slides down with her, pulling her onto his lap just the way he used to, back before things got complicated. Before there was a Dylan, before there was a Maya, back when it was just the two of them and the flock verses the world. He strokes her hair as she heaves sobs into his shoulder, swears to himself he will be strong for her.
"It's okay," He whispers into her ear, "Everything is going to be okay now, I won't let him touch you again." His own voice starts to break and he quickly takes a breath, "He's never going to come near you again."
He murmurs to her, all the while thinking about Maya and the others, if he hadn't been there, could he have stopped this? He was afraid of the answer.
"It…it…was so awful." She sobs, her back rising with each note, "I…I didn't have any control, I couldn't move anything."
"What do you mean?" He looks up sharply, an idea forming.
"I couldn't move my arms… if I tried to lift them up…nothing happened, I couldn't lift anything up." She looks up at him, and the fear in her eyes breaks his heart, "What's wrong with me, Fang?"
"Sweetheart," He begins, hesitating, "Is there any possibility that he slipped you something?" He didn't know much about drugs, just that they seemed like the best theory so far as to what had happened.
"He helped Iggy cook," Horror spreads over her face and her body is shaking, "Oh, no."
He tightens his grip on her, wanting to keep her safe forever. "Nothing's wrong with you, Dylan's the one who needs to worry." He meant it.
A/N: Hey, in case you are one of the original readers, yes, this is a repost, and it is in effort to expand the audience of this story and to improve some parts of it. Please drop some feedback so that I can continue reposting and if you do decide to review I'll dedicate next chapter to you! Thanks a ton!