A/N: Well, I wanted to write again and my other fic I was planning on doing at the moment is confusing me…so I thought I'd go ahead and give this one a shot. I don't know just yet how long it'll be, but I'm pretty sure there aren't any or many others like it! By the way I have no idea what time period this is cause obviously it doesn't really correspond with the book that well, but you'll get that in a minute. Enjoy! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I'm not the amazing J.P.

Chapter One: The Proposal

Max POV

I slurped the last of my beef and veggie soup (A/N: my favorite and I'm craving it right now!!!) and downed my milk at my mom's kitchen table. It was only Jeb, Mom, Fang, and I at said table; everyone else was out gallivanting around Arizona…or something like that.

"So, Max, what do you plan to do next?" Jeb asked.

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Uh, whatever comes to mind? Heck I don't know."

"Well, were you planning on shooting off at any time soon?"
Where the heck is he going with this?
"That depends, what do you have up your sleeve?"

"Well, this is just an idea or a suggestion rather…but your mother and I both know a very efficient and helpful psychiatrist in town. And I was wondering if you and the flock would be interested in talking to her, you know, to kind of get a load off of your back so to say."

My mouth is gaping open I know it.

"Why in the hell would we want to do that?"
Well put Fang.

"Well, I mean, it was only a suggestion. Sleep on it and tell me what you think tomorrow night. In the mean time, I've gotta run. See ya."

And with that he bolted out the door.

"I'm going to clean up the kitchen, do you want anything more to eat?"

Yes.

"No, we're good, thanks Mom."

I glanced quickly over at Fang, who, without a doubt, knew exactly what I was thinking and we got up, exited onto the balcony, and took off into the desert.

After flying for a while we landed on the edge of the park boundary on an old shack that looked like it had seen better days.

"So, I'll be the ice breaker. What the hell?" Fang said as we settled a comfortable spot into the still warm sand.

I rolled my eyes and flopped backwards.

"How should I know?! I mean, seriously!!! We don't need counseling! My counseling is beating the living daylights outta something!"

"Maybe that's why he suggested it?"

I slugged him.

"Not funny." I growled.

Fang POV

I hate Jeb. I didn't really ever completely trust him; maybe that's just my personality though. I don't know, and don't really care.

Max was sprawled out on her back beside me, as equally as confused as I was.

I want to kiss her again, but I know better than to do that right now. She's already mad and knowing her she would bolt off or something.

Did I just say that?

Oops.

"I think we should do it. You know, just to see if it does help a little." Max whispered after a few minutes.

"What do they know about us though? Our lives, what we've all been through? How could they help if they have no relative clue?"

"I guess we'll just have to figure it out like we do everything else." She said, rolling over onto her side.

I think I'm in love with you, Max.

A/N: Okay, maybe a corny ending, but I want to try and work Fax into this…call me romantic freak I know, whatever. Haha, just kidding. Anyways, tell me how it was! Should I write more or just pull it and try to untangle my other fic? Or should I upload it too? Maybe I can try to figure out the polls…. Take care, thank you!!!

~hawkstar2