Hey! It's me! I wanted to get in the spirit of the holidays, so what's better than to write a Christmas Fic! Woot woot!

Tomorrow's my birthday, so I probably won't post.

A/N: This is four years in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Claimer: Hazel, Arianna, Alex, Ryan, Siberia, and Iceland.

If you steal them, I will rip you're head off myself. Just Kidding! You may use them, but you have to use a disclaimer thingy.

Christmas Wishes

I nibbled on a chocolate chip cookie, savoring its chocolaty goodness. I was in the living room of the new house mom bought for us, watching T.V. with Fang while the kids played outside in the snow. I was currently wrapped up in a warm blanket, on the crème suede couch, pitying myself. I was sick. Psh. Max is sick? No way! Yes way! And it sucks big time. Fang was with me because he claimed that playing in the snow is for 'babies' not 'big, strong men' like himself. Hah. But, I was glad that he was here. He was keeping me from my insanity.

I was enjoying the peacefulness of the house, taking in the smell of hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies baking, the wood smell of the fire burning in the fireplace, and the warmth radiating from Siberia and Iceland when the door burst open.

The wind howled through the house, making the once warm air freezing. Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, Iggy, Arianna, Hazel, Ryan, Ella, and Alex stood in the doorway, dripping wet and covered in snow.

Let me catch you up. We destroyed Itex four years ago, gaining Arianna, Ryan, Hazel, Siberia, and Iceland (Siberia and Iceland are our talking Siberian huskies) in the process. Me and Fang confessed our feelings and have been together since Christmas four years ago. Me, Fang, Iggy, and Arianna are all 17. Angel is ten, Gazzy and Hazel are twelve. Nudge, Ella, and Alex are fifteen. Ryan is 16. We found out what all of our birthdays are too. Mine's Christmas day. Ironic huh? Fang's is the 27th of December and Iggy's is the 30th. Arianna's is the 29th. It's funny how we all are in December. Angel's is May 17, Gazzy's is August 25, Hazel's is February 14, Nudge's is January 1, and Ryan's is November 10. I'm not getting into years, it would be too confusing…not that it already is.

Iggy and Arianna are together, so are Nudge and Ryan. Ella and Alex are going steady and she wanted him to come up here to visit us. Did I mention that the house is in the Colorado Mountains? And it's like a mansion? Oops. Must have slipped my mind.

"Ma-ax! Can you please come out? It's so fun! The snow is soooooo fluffy and soft! There's sooooo much to do too! I've never seen snow before! I mean I probably have but, that was, like, a looooooong time ago! You can make snowmen, snow angels, snowballs, eat the snow-oh! You can only eat it if it isn't yellow! Cuz, that's gross! You guys are so boring! All you do is sit and hang out in here. BORRRRING! Come outside! It'll be fun! We can have, like, snowman building competitions, sled races, and snowball fights-OOOH!!! Are those chocolate chip cookies? Those are soooo good! Right Ryan? I wanna go back out. Max! Fang! Come out!!! I order you!" Nudge rambled, finally stopping, out of breath. She has become quite stunning over the years, her mass of curls had smoothed out to soft ringlets, her mocha skin had an earthy glow to it, her features became more prominent, and it was hard to believe that Ryan didn't fall for her beforehand.

"Nudge, sweetie, I don't think going outside is good for Max right now," Mom called from the humungous kitchen.

"Nudge! Why don't you ever ask us to come out and play?" Siberia asked from my lap.

"OH, my god! I am sooooo sorry, Siberia! Do you guys wanna come out? You can be our sled dogs! It'll be sooo much fun! We can have-"

"Nah. I am fine right here on Max's lap," Siberia said a matter-of-factly, interrupting her.

"Aw. Fang can you come?" Nudge went to full on bambi eyes, her lip pouting, making her look like a puppy.

"Not today, Nudge. I have to keep someone from going insane." He smirked and glanced at me. I scowled and rolled my eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow when I'm feeling better," my raspy voice reassured her. I was sure that no one wanted to keep on seeing that face. Plus, I was tired of being talked for.

Her face perked up immediately. "Okay! Let's go make Total and Akila be our sled dogs!" she ushered the kids out of the door, keeping Ryan's tan hand tightly in hers. Angel lingered behind the others. Suddenly, she came running towards me, an evil look in her eye.

She tackled me farther into the couch, getting me soaked with snow. I had forgotten about the snow thing. She was so going to get it tomorrow.

"I don't want to get in trouble, Max!" Her face came out of my semi-curly hair, her bright blue eyes full of worry.

"Silly goose! I'm not mad at you. You're just gonna pay when I come out tomorrow!" I teased. She grinned at me, making me happy. That's my girl. She's changed so much since we destroyed Itex. Her matted curls had grown down to the middle of her back, her eyes became wide and bright, her height increasing to 4'2" and her wings have grown substantially to almost eleven feet. Fang always told me that she looked like a little Max. I always smiled whenever he said that. I made me so proud.

I'm happy to be like you.

I'm happy you like being like me.

Has Fang kissed you today? Is that what he means by keeping you from going insane?

A blush crept up onto my face. No! He's just keeping me company! He's too preoccupied with his blog anyway.

Oh. But his thoughts says that he wants to kiss you really badly. He just doesn't want to get sick. He thinks you're still contagious.

A wry smile slowly spread across my face. Really? Well, I think it's time for you to go back outside. Ok?

I love your plan! Oh. Ok, I'll go tell Nudge! She'll love it!

Angel scampered out of the house, obviously going to tell everyone about the trick I was going to play on Fang.

I snuggled up to him, and traced his muscular arms. His head turned slowly, his face betraying confusion.

"What are you doing?"

My hazel eyes turned into the dreaded bambi eyes that he could never resist.

"You know what I want. I know you want it too," I said in a baby voice. His eyes widened, and he jumped off the couch.

"No. Don't come anywhere near me."

"Or what? You'll use your mega eraser fighting skills on your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. My girlfriend is sick, and I don't want to get it."

"Ugh!" I crawled off of the couch, jostling a mumbling Siberia, and faced him. I folded my arms across my chest and smirked. I leaned in closer and whispered in his face, "I'm not contagious, silly Fang." Before I could catch him, he dodged and went to the other corner of the large living room.

"Oh, no."

I crossed the room in three full strides and poked him hard in the chest. "What are ya gonna do know, Fangy? Use those mad skills? You know you can't hurt me," I teased in a low voice.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Do you wanna try me?" he asked, his face inching closer to mine.

"Mhm…," I murmured, inhaling the scent of him. He smells so good…Mm… My eyes fluttered close, and I truly thought that he was going to kiss me. Oh, how I was wrong. Instead, he tackled me to the ground easily, since I was completely defenseless.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play it, huh? Bring it on," I whispered to myself.

Suddenly feeling so much better, I kneed him in the chest, leaving him temporarily weakened. Using this to my advantage, I leapt up and crossed the room towards the couch. As I was inching towards it, he recovered and stood lopsidedly. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he came to me in two strides. I imitated it perfectly, starting to feel a tad smug. I knew he was going to give in. I've been sick for three days, therefore making him feel unloved. He just couldn't resist.

"What are you doing?" I asked a little frantically, for he stopped right in front of me, a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"This," he sighed and pushed me gently into the cushiony surface of the crème couch. One of his hands stayed on the couch-balancing him-and the other came up to cradle my face. His hot breath tickled my cheek while I inhaled the light smell of my favorite cologne with a hint of the outdoors.

"Mm…," I murmured, intoxicated by his scent. As I felt him lean in closer, I readied myself. My eyes fluttered close just as he placed his soft, warm lips on mine. The kiss was a sweet one, not demanding yet passionate. I knew he was trying to limit himself, for he still thought that I was contagious.

He pulled away and I grinned foolishly. He smiled a rare, crooked smile that always left me breathless.

"What made you kiss me?"

"Well, you said that you weren't contagious anymore. Plus, I couldn't resist."

I grinned even wider; Fang positioned himself in a lounging position, one arm slung across my shoulders, and flicked on the T.V. I snuggled up to him, getting closer than I already was, and watched the silly Buffaloes play. I had no clue why Fang enjoyed watching others ram into each other-oh. Oh! That's why! People ramming into each other kinda reminded me of the good 'ol days. Anyway…off topic. During my inner spiel, I must have dozed off. But hey, if you're lying on a warm body, sick, wouldn't you fall asleep? Yeah, I thought so.

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WOO! Chappie one is done! Hehe...that rhymes.

OK!

Now remember, it is four years in the future, so they may seem a little out of character. (Well, maybe not Nudge.)

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