A/N: Just two short drabbles. The concept is to listen to a song and write a one-shot - but you only have until the song ends to finish it, hence the shortness. But I was bored. My first shot at Max and Fang, let me know what you think.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Songs are attributed and Max and Fang belong to James Patterson.
Run, Don't Walk Hey Monday (Fang/Max)
There's nothing quite like flying through the air on a night when the wind is cold enough to pull the tears from your eyes, leaving small tracks of water running down your cheeks that burned so much you felt as though they could freeze at any minute. It wasn't a pleasant night to go flying on, let me tell you. So why was I out here? Because I was going crazy, that's why. I couldn't save the world, I couldn't get Angel to listen, I couldn't do things right. And, being me, I'd thought throwing myself out a window was the best way to deal with all of this. Flying in hyper-speed for a few minutes had taken me farther than I expected; I almost felt lost. Of course I wasn't – my internal ability to figure out which way to fly prevented that. But in all other senses of the word, I was lost. Lost and alone. I paused when I heard feet land next to me. I didn't have to turn to know who it was as his arms pulled me into his embrace, chasing the chill I felt from the night air away.
"Do you know how cold it is out here, you idiot?" Fang asked. I shook my head and smiled. I might have been lost, but I wasn't alone.
The Night The Lights Went Out in NYC The Ataris (Fang/Max)
Fang's dark eyes were fixed on my intently. His gaze made me uncomfortable. It was disorienting, in the dark, staring at him, his dark form blending in with the background. The flock was asleep – everyone except for Fang and I.
"It's my watch," I told him, hoping my voice didn't betray my feelings. He simply shrugged, frustrating me. Why couldn't he ever make sense? Didn't he know how frustrating he was? How absolutely, annoyingly, impossibly, attractively frustrating he was. I felt a million miles away from him despite that he'd just taken a step closer to me.
I stared up at him, feeling the need to be on guard. I hated this feeling he gave me – how he could make me feel so safe and so nervous at the same time.