A/N: Me: I asked, you voted! And now, presenting... the poll winner is... Discovering FanFiction!

Fang: *blows one party horn unenthusiastically*

MooMoo: That was...

Rawr: Unclimatic?

Fang: Very much so. And I thought you were going to write this after La Belle Vie?

Me: Well... I was... but I wanted to write something new. And I needed to do something fun in the midst of all this disgusting 'back to school-ness'! Fact: Even though I'm only a sophomore, I'm in two AP classes.

It all started with a simple, innocent request. "Hey, Max- come see." Which is one of Fang's larger sentences in his life. It gets real old, real fast.

It all started with a simple, innocent action of actually going upstairs into his bedroom to go see.

Then it all went downhill from there. That's how my life was ruined.

Wait, wait, wait- I think I'm getting ahead of myself. You probably want to know what I saw, or how it ruined my life, right? Well, it all started with a simple, innocent request….

"Hey, Max- come see." Fang called quietly down the stairs. I sighed, getting up from my comfy couch in the living room, and stepped up the stairs. I entered Fang's room- courtesy of the CSM's safe house- and saw him laying on his bed, head and shoulders propped up on a pillow.

I regarded his jet black hair, swept messily away from his face, reaching his chin. I looked at his midnight black wings, spread out slightly to absorb heat in the chilly house. My eyes roamed down his body, which I knew was rock hard with lean muscle, all 6'2" of it, clad in black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. Finally, I stared at his deep, dark eyes- watching me stand in the doorway like an idiot.

The sight sent a flutter through my heart. I shook my head, getting rid of the crazy thoughts cluttering my mind. Fang was my best friend, my right wing man… nothing more. It's just those stupid teenage hormones flowing through my system.

"What's up?" I tried to ask casually, to hide my raging thoughts. He simply tilted his head towards his laptop, which I now saw was open on his stomach. Crossing the room, I carefully sat down on his bed, not touching him.

I peered at the screen, reading the URL. Fan Fiction? What is that? On the homepage, it had a list of categories- Books, Movies, Games, etc. Fang looked at me, and I gave him a look. Why was he showing me this website?

He raised an eyebrow, then clicked on 'Books'. He clicked 'By Popularity' next. I gasped when I saw- number five on the list, thank you very much- my name. It took me only a second to figure it out.

The whole flock knew that I had decided to write books about when we first went on the run. I wrote a total of three, and they had been pretty popular from what I had heard. Of course, then some idiot author wrote four more books, which were total crap compared to my brilliant writing.

Anyway. It only took me a second to put it together. Fan. Fiction. "So, 'fans' are writing 'fiction'… about my books?" I was still a little confused. I mean… stories about people reading my books for the first time? What?

Fang shook his head. "About us." he murmured, then clicked on my name. A whole list of stories popped up. It looked like they each had little summaries on them. But, they had like… gibberish terms in them, too. Fax, Niggy, Eggy, Nazzy, Mylan, OC, OOC, AH, AU… they meant nothing to me.

I read a few of the summaries. I was surprised- they sounded like people had written stories about us doing things… that we didn't actually do. I looked at Fang, a question in my eyes.

"Some girl on my blog recommended it. I read a bunch of these 'fics' yesterday. I've figured out what some of these words mean. OC means… other characters. Besides the flock, I mean. AH means… all human. Like… we don't have wings." I crinkled up my nose at that one. Who would we be without wings? "The actual words… well, those mean… relationships. Like… two names mushed together." He was mumbling by the end.

Why was he mumbling? And did I see a hint of color on his cheeks? Well, if it embarrasses Fang, then it must be good! I grinned evilly as I thought out loud.

"Let's see… 'Mylan'… oh god, ew- I bet its me and that jerk Dylan from one of the crap books! 'Nazzy'… hm… eww! Gazzy and Nudge? 'Eggy'… oh! Iggy and Ella! Ha, that one's cute. 'Niggy'… that's easy- Nudge and Iggy. Hm… that's… different." Fang grew redder and redder as I neared the last name on my list. "Ha, and 'Fax'… oh… 'Fax' is… me… and…." I trailed off, matching his blush with my own.

"And that's not the worst one." Fang muttered through clenched teeth. He typed some quick commands in the search bar, and a whole list of terms popped up. This time, I thought them through inwardly.

Mari… *gag* Oh dear God!

Miggy… that's like… incest! Iggy's like my brother… ew….

Gangel… WTF? They're related!

Fangel… come on, she's only six!

Fudge… ha, that'd be funny- the silent one and the chatterbox.

Figgy… wait… what? Fang and… and…. Oh. My. God. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I burst into laughter at that last one, and Fang looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Him… and Iggy? I howled with laughter, unable to get over it. It was just… so… so… ridiculous!

It took a full ten minutes for me to calm down enough to breathe. I wiped tears from my eyes as I chortled, "So… what's the problem with this site again?"

Fang calmly said, "Lemons." I raised an eyebrow. Fruit was the problem?

Fang typed 'lemon' into the FF search bar, and a new list of stories came up. He searched through the pages, trying to find one that wasn't Fax or Figgy. Hahah… Figgy…. Finally, he clicked on an Eggy one.

I got about half way through the chapter before I felt like puking. Oh god… Iggy and Ella? Doing… that? I read a little bit more. Oh, dear God- was that supposed to go there? And then… oh, sick! That's just disgusting!

What on earth were these people thinking? Why would you write something that disgusting? Ugh, it's like an X-rated movie in there! I forcefully closed the laptop- I'd had enough. "Okay… no one else reads this website." I almost yelled. Fang nodded, relieved that I felt that way, and opened his computer back up to his blog.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What is your favorite school class? Mine would either be Pre Vet Small Animal, or Biology.

Sensing that as my cue, I wandered out of his room towards the office. I sat down on the swivel chair, spinning around like a little kid. I paused for a second to open the internet. What to do, what to do. Hm….

I never said that I couldn't read Fan Fiction. I grinned evilly as I brought up the website. I was very interested in some of these Figgy stories. They could be great black mail….

A/N: Me: And so... it begins! Like I said in La Belle Vie, I started shcool, so me and my beta(s) are very busy now. But I wnated to give you something :)

Fang: For the record... I think Figgy is just gross.

MooMoo: Wow Fang, you sound-

Rawr: Like a kindergartener.

Me: Since when do you finish each other's sentences?

Fang: Since you ran out of things for them to say.

Me: OK, that's enough- shut up! Fact: I taped pictures of Insanity Wolf, Y U No Guy, and Smosh all over my binders :D R&R peoples!