Yes, I am aware that I have other stories to complete but I'm about finished with three of them and this has been stuck in my head for the past two weeks. Maybe writing it will help me figure out how to end my other stories…or not. Yeah, I'm gonna go with not. Title is subject to change. Hehe, get it?

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Chapter 1

"Could you please just sit down and behave? Daddy's tired."

Tabitha giggled. "No!"

Her two year old twin threw his stuffed bear at her. "Shhh! Scooby on!"

Tabitha started crying. "Ty frew dat at me!"

"Tyler, leave her alone." Fang picked his daughter up and sat her in his lap. "Shhh, it didn't hurt that bad Tabby."

"Yes it did!" She leaned against her father.

Tyler yawned, laying down on the couch. "Me hungy, Daddy."

"You just ate!"

Tyler shook his head. "No!"

"Yes you did. Dr. Martinez fed you-"

"No! No! No!" He glared at Fang. "No!"

"Okay, okay. She didn't feed you. But you're still not getting anything."

Tyler pouted. "Meanie."

Fang rolled his eyes. "Just watch TV."

"Okay, Fang, I'm going now," Dr. Martinez said as she walked out of the bathroom. "And you're off tomorrow?"

"Yes." Fang looked at the woman. "Thanks."

"No, don't thank me," She said like she always did. "They're no trouble at all."

"Right." Fang shook his head.

"Bye-bye!" Tabitha wiggled out of her dad's hold and ran over to the vet.

"Bye sweetie." She gave her a hug. "Tyler, I'm leaving."

He just grunted, something that he had picked up from Fang. Dr. Martinez sighed, putting the little girl down before walking out the door, closing it behind her. Tabitha crawled back into her father's lap.

"Hi." She leaned against him again.

"Hi." Fang kissed her head. "Were you good today?"

She nodded her head frantically. "Yes."

"No," Tyler commented from the couch. "Tabby bad."

"Nah-ah! Ty bad."

"No!" Tyler turned his glare to his twin. "You bad."

"No! You bad! Me good."

"Liar!"

"Don't call your sister a liar." Fang closed his eyes. Tabby looked up at her dad. She patted his face.

"Nigh nigh Daddy."

Max's POV

"Just shut up!"

"No bitch, you!" He pushed me.

I glared at him. "I paid the bill, jackass. So just get out of my face!"

"If you paid it, then why is the phone not working?"

"Probably because you broke it."

Mike took a deep breath. "Look, you need to return whatever you spent that money on and pay the bill."

"I did!"

"Quit lying to me!" He punched me in the jaw. I came back at him, punching him harder in his stomach. "Damn bitch!"

I took a step back. "I'm out of here."

He just reached over and grabbed his beer off the table and took a chug of it. I ran to the bedroom and started packing. I stopped in the middle. This was as far as I usually got. It's not that Michael was a bad person. He's really not. He just…drinks a lot. That's all. I shook my head. Normally that's all that it took for me to realize that I needed to stay. But right now… I finished putting what I wanted in the bag and walked back into the living room.

"I'm leaving."

Mike laughed, long a hard laugh. "Bring me another one before you go."

"Get your own beer, asshole."

He just laughed again as I walked out the front door, slamming it behind me. Now what? I pulled out my cell as I started down the road. Normally, I would just go find another guy, but something in my head told me to do something important. To stop just thinking of myself, to think of my family…the one that I abandoned. And for what? Stupid drunken fights and getting high? Maybe it was the alcohol or the freezing cold, but I called my mother. I was shocked that I even knew her number. I mean, it's been so long…

"Hello?"

I took a deep breath. This was also something new to me. I hadn't talked to her in about as long as I hadn't talked to my flock. "Mom?"

She was quiet for a minute. "Max?"

"Y-Yeah."

I heard her sigh. "Where are you? Are you okay? Where have you been? Are you in trouble? Are-"

"Mom, I'm fine." It was my turn to sigh. Now what? "How is everybody?"

"Maximum, I haven't heard from you in four years!"

"Yeah, I know." I pulled my jacket around me tighter. It was the middle of November and it was cold out.

"Where are you?"

"New Jersey."

I heard her sigh again. "Why, Max? Why did you leave?"

"I needed some alone time."

"Four years?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "Look Mom, I'm coming over to your house. I'll be there in a few hours."

She was quiet again. "Fine."

"Night." Fang kissed her head. "I love you."

Tabitha giggled, something she did often. "Love Daddy too."

Fang walked out of the pink and purple bedroom and into the black and red one. Tyler, unlike his sister, thought of himself as a grownup, which meant that he didn't wait for Fang to tuck him in. He thought he didn't need it. Hence the reason why when Fang walked into the room, Tyler was already under the covers, his teddy bear tucked under one arm.

"Night buddy," Fang said, kissing the back of his head. Tyler glared at Fang.

"Go 'way." Tyler pushed at his dad. "No need you."

Fang rolled his eyes. "I love you Tyler."

Tyler closed his eyes. "Go 'way."

Fang sighed, walking out of the room. Unlike in Tabitha's room, he closed the door. Tyler wasn't afraid of monsters like Tabby was…or so he said. Fang walked into his bedroom as he heard his phone ring. He answered.

"Yeah?"

"Fang, I have something important to tell you!" He could hear the excitement in the vet's voice.

"Okay, what?"

"Max called me."

Fang's eyebrows knitted together. "Max?"

"Yes! She said that she's coming over to my house. She'll be here in a few hours. Can you believe it?"

No, honestly he couldn't. Max had left, leaving a note explaining that everything was changing, the others trying to find their real families, living with Dr. Martinez. She didn't want to live like that. She wanted to be alone for a while. Everyone took it hard. Of course they looked for her, searched everywhere. She was gone. The others left, having found their parents, deciding to follow Max's example and start over…everyone except Fang. He didn't even look for his family…he just lived with Max's mother.

"No. Is she okay?" Fang's mouth was moving but his brain had stopped working. What does this mean? Did she think that things would be exactly how she left them? Because if she did, she was in for a huge surprise.

Max's POV

"Max!" My mom pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Hi." I patted her on the back. She let me go, looking like she might jump out of her skin. "Uh…where are the others?"

"Others?" She seemed confused for a moment. "What oth- Oh! You mean Gasman and them?"

"Yeah."

She sighed. "They all live with their families now."

I was expecting that. "Oh."

"Well except Fang."

"Where is h-"

"Come in, come in," She as as she lead me into the house. "You look so tired."

Well I did just fly from New Jersey to Arizona in four hours, using my super speed. But whatever. "No, not really. Where did you say Fang was?"

"What? Oh, he lives in town. You should go see him in the morning." She walked into the kitchen, me following. "I made you cookies!"

I smiled, taking one. "Thanks."

"Sit, sit," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Tell me about where you've been. Unless you don't want to talk about it. That's fine too."

Should I tell her about all the guys I've lived with over to course of roughly four years? All the fights I've gotten into? My short addiction to marijuana? How about my drinking problem? Hmmm, so many choices.

"Actually, I am kind of tired," I yawned, standing. "I think I'm just going to go to bed."

"Oh," she sighed, also standing. "You can stay in Ella's old bedroom."

"Okay, thanks."

She gave me another hug. "I really have missed you, Max."

"I've missed you too, Mom." And I had…sort of.

I walked up to the house, noting the little girl and boy playing in the front yard. Mom hadn't mentioned kids…maybe I have the wrong house.

"Ow!" The little girl yelled. "Daddy, Ty hit me!"

The little boy, Ty, smiled. "No!"

I walked up to the yard, seeing that there was a silhouette of a person standing on the front porch. I couldn't make out who it was because of the shadow that fell over the porch. The second I stepped onto the grass, the little girl was at my feet, apparently forgetting about the boy hitting her.

"Who you?" She stared up at me.

The silhouette stepped out of the shadows. "Max?"

I looked at into the man's eyes, setting my bag on the ground. "Hi, Fang."

He stepped down off the porch and came over to us. "Hi."

"Max?" The little girl giggled. "That boy name."

The boy she called Ty threw a ball at me. "Go 'way. We payin'."

Fang sighed. "Tyler, do not throw stuff at Max."

Tyler glared at Fang. "Hate you."

Fang took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Max, this is Tyler and Tabitha…my kids."

I looked at the little girl and saw little resemblance. In the boy, however, it was clear that he was Fang's son. He looked exactly like what I remembered Fang as when we were kids…except for his hair. Where as Fang had always kept his hair long, Tyler's hair was short and spiked up.

"Oh. Hi," I smiling at Tabitha. She smiled back.

"Hi." She giggled again and looked up at Fang. "Pay now?"

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the whole situation. "Let's go inside."

"No!" Tyler yelled at him. "We payin'!"

Fang looked at me, then my bag. "Come on."

I followed him into the house, Tyler and Tabitha following us, Tyler still pouting. The second we were in the house, Tabitha ran over to the coffee table, where a magazine lay. She grabbed it, opening it to the first page. She held it out to me, pointing to a picture of a woman with braids.

"You do?"

"Huh?"

Fang sighed, loudly. "She wants you to braid her hair. And no, Tabby, she can't."

"Daddy no do it." She looked up at me. "Max, do it?"

"I just said that she couldn't," Fang interrupted.

Tyler climbed onto the couch. "TV, Daddy."

"No." Fang grabbed the remote before Tyler could get to it. "You guys need to go play in your rooms so that I can talk to Max."

Tyler threw a pillow at Fang. "No!"

"Well, he's got anger issues, " I mumbled out loud, not meaning to.

"Do not!" Tyler threw the other couch pillow at me.

"Hey!" Fang was visibly angry now. "Stop it, Tyler."

Tabitha, unfazed by their behavior, motioned for me to get down on her level. I did.

"You do? Peas?"

I sighed, looking at Fang. "Maybe I should go."

"No wait," he said over Tyler's yelling. "Where are you staying?"

"Well, I was thinking about with my mom."

"Oh." Fang picked Tyler up. He whispered something in his ear, shutting the boy up, though it did not erase the scowl on his face. "Well, don't go yet."

"Yeah," Tabitha agreed. "You do dis to me?"

"Tabby, I'm serious. Leave Max alone." Fang sat Tyler down. "You guys go play."

Tyler ran off, grabbing a teddy bear off the floor as he went. Tabitha gave me one last look before following her brother. I looked at Fang, who sighed.

"Sorry. They're just…not used to being around other people."

"They're…cute." What else was I supposed to say?

Fang sat down in the chair, motioning for me to sit on the couch, which I did. We sat there for a minute or two, an awkward silence falling over us. I knew coming back was a bad-

"So, how have you been?" Fang asked, probably just to break the silence.

"Fine. You?"

"Peachy."

I rolled my eyes. "When does their mother get ho-"

"She doesn't."

Oops. "Sorry. I just thought that-"

"Whatever." Fang winced as there was a crash from the other room, giggles following. "If I go back there, whatever you knocked down better be cleaned up!"

"Oh a, Daddy!"

Fang looked back at me. "When are you going to leave?"

I shrugged. "I just needed a place to crash for awhile and decided to come see you guys…would have worked out better if the others were still here."

"Maybe they would be if you didn't leave us."

Ouch. "They were going anyways. They were looking for their families!"

Fang closed his eyes. "Look, if you want to argue over facts, do it somewhere else. You left, just fess up to it."

"Whatever."

Fang was quiet for awhile. "Why'd you go?"

"I told you in the letter. I had to-"

"Don't give me that crap, Max. Why did you really go?"

"I've told you! I had to. I needed to get away."

"So you leave for four years?"

"At least I didn't have kids!"

"Oh like I planned on it."

I shook her head. "I'm going."

"Don't." Fang leaned back, counting to ten. "Just…stay for awhile."

"Why? All you want to do is tell me what I bad person I am."

"Don't I have a right to?"

"No!"

"You sure had no problem telling Jeb off when he left."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Because I didn't join the other side."

"Might as well have."

"Fuck y-"

"Daddy?"

We looked to see Tabitha had walked into the room. Fang took a deep breath. "Yeah, baby?"

"Max, do me hair now?"

"Tabby, I told you that she's not going too."

"Yes, I will." I said. When Nudge was younger, I never did anything to her hair, unless she wanted it braided. That was the one thing that I found fun.

The little girl stuck her tongue out at Fang. "Ya! Now?"

"No." Fang picked Tabby up and sat her in his lap as she ran by him. "She's talking to me right now."

Tabitha stuck out her lower lip, but still seemed happy that I was going to do her hair. Tyler walked in the room a minute later. He walked over to the couch, saw me sitting on it, and glared.

"Move. You in me spot."

"Tyler, share," Fang instructed.

Tyler glared hardened. "Go 'way. No want Max here."

"Too bad." I heard Fang's voice harden more than Tyler's glare. "She's staying."

Tyler climbed up next to me, having to set his bear down to do so. I picked it up to give to him.

"Mine!" He yelled, snatching it from me.

"Tyler!"

"She take him." Tyler moved away from me. "No touch him!"

"I was just going to hand him to you," I told him in a gentler tone than Fang seemed to use with him.

Tyler just hugged the bear to him, not looking at me. "Hungy, Daddy."

Fang sighed. "No, you just ate."

"No!"

"Tyler, I'm the one who fed you!"

The little boy glared and mumbled no under his breath. Fang ignored him.

I looked at Tyler. "Do you want to watch TV?"

Tyler ignored me. I sighed. Tabitha, however, heard me.

"No!" She glared. "Hair!"

"She's not doing your hair." Fang kissed Tabitha's head. "I like your hair like this."

"Fang, do you know where the others are?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah. They'll be over for Thanksgiving in about a week."

"Great!" I smiled.

"Well, Nudge and Iggy will for sure, but Gasman and Angel may stay with their parents this year. I haven't asked."

"Oh."

Fang looked at me. "But I'm sure once they hear that you're here, they'll come. Trust me."

"Yeah, sure."

Tabitha giggled. "Un-Iggy come?"

"Yep."

"Ya!" She clapped her hands, clearly in love with Iggy, though I have no idea why.

"Unal-Iggy no wet me be hungy." Tyler mumbled.

Fang just sighed.

Have no plan for this story. Will it get finished? Do my stories ever get finished? The world my never know. Wait, no that a tootsie pop. Oh well.