A/N: I REALLY apologize about writing this, but reading the series again sparked my inner fangirl/writer, and I had to do this. (Deep breath) I like Omega, alright? I think that if he had a soul and was Good than he'd be completely amazing. So...here we go with this...

The rain was falling like bullets from heaven, tearing up the ground and leaving gaping, slick, muddy wounds. If I had been out there, I would have been miz-ra-bull. But I wasn't outside. I was inside, sitting in my window-seat-like bed, underneath the warm, thick blankets.

Everyone else was asleep—Angel and Nudge in the room that they shared, Gazzy and Iggy in their basement room, and Total in his own, small room near the kitchen. Where was Fang? You might ask that. Well…he was out there.

You see, we had an argument. It consisted of me arguing with Fang, and Fang just looking at me with that unreadable expression on his face while he shook his head. Then, when I had raised my voice and my wings, he had sighed, turned and walked out the door, telling us that he'd be back soon—through Angel of course.

So I had seethed a bit, cursing Fang into oblivion under my breath, and then when I had finally calmed down, sent everyone to bed. Then I, myself, had slid into my own bed, staring out into the direction where I was almost positive Fang would fly back from.

What had we been 'arguing' about, you might also ask? Well…It had all started with a phone call. I had picked up my cell-phone, seeing that it was from someone in San Francisco, and asked who it was.

It was Omega, poster boy for soulless droids. He had sounded frantic and worried, and had rushed to explain why he was calling me, trying to get me not to hang up on him. He told me that he was in San Francisco, and that he had a gang of mutants with him—one of which was deathly sick. They had tried to help her, but nothing had worked, and now they were at their wits end trying to save her. Their last resort was to turn to me for help.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart of gold, I told him to hang on and wait while the Flock and I discussed. Before I could take the phone away from my ear, though, there had been the sound of, "Omega, she's calling for you!" And soft weeping. Omega had quickly given me his phone number (which Angel wrote down, listening through my mind) and hung up.

Once I had explained to everyone what had happened, they said that even if it was Omega who had called, someone was in trouble and we should try to help. Jeb even said that he would go himself so that we didn't have to risk it being a trap. I of course, wouldn't have that.

And therefore, Fang wouldn't have that (me going in Jeb's place. Or me going at all…)

So after Jeb and Mom had gone out to go get some groceries, Fang and I had gotten in the "argument". And now I was sitting here, waiting for Fang to come back.

I was startled by a wet hand being put on my shoulder. I jumped around, nearly knocking Fang over. He was soaking wet—his hair falling dramatically into his eyes—and looked like the Grim Reaper who lost his scythe. The corners of his mouth twitched but he didn't smile. "I'm sorry, Fang, I lost my temper and—f" before I could finish my sentence he covered my mouth with his hand. "Forget it," he said calmly. "Let's just go and get it over with. We'll be ready for a trap, and if it isn't we'll help this mysterious sick girl."

Wow, what made him so talkative? He pulled his freezing cold hand away from my mouth and I let myself raise an eyebrow at him. "Why the change of heart?" I asked. He looked at me with those deep, dark eyes of his, and I guessed I knew. It was because of me.

Dang this kid, he seriously liiiiked me, extra i's in that liiiike, too. My heart skipped a beat as he gently brushed some of my hair away from my face. Even though his fingers were icy and wet, the skin they touched felt as though it had been burned. He was looking at me with that crooked smile of his, and then he looked down at his feet. I mirrored him and saw the puddle of water that had collected on the floor. Great.

I glared at him. "That was a new floor too," I grumbled. He shook his head, sending droplets of lukewarm water flying. "Hey!" I jumped away. "Go dry off before you flood the house!" He rolled his eyes. "Geeze, Max," he said in a quiet voice, laced with a teasing hint. But he turned and walked out to his room to dry off and change.

I sighed and went to get a towel to clean up the puddle he had created on the floor. "Stupid Fnick," I muttered to myself as I threw the now soaked towel into my laundry basket. I then flopped into my bed. Only to have my cell ring.

I looked at it and saw that it was from Jeb. Great. I flipped it open and sighed. "Hey, Jeb," I said. "Hi, Max. Have you guys decided on what you're going to do?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah. We're going. And you're coming with, since we aren't doctors." "Alright then—everyone is coming—Ella and Valencia, too," he said. I sighed and nodded—there was no point arguing.

The trees outside my window thrashed in the wind, sending sprays of rain against the glass, howling to be let inside. As if.

"Alright. We're on our way home. You can call if you need us or just open your mind and scream." I nodded, rolling onto my stomach. "Yup…what took you so long?" I asked. I could practically hear him blush. "I took your mom out to dinner," he said as though embarrassed that he was telling me. My jaw dropped. "YOU WHAT?" "Got to go, Maximum," he said quickly. "Love you, see you later." He hung up.

Fang chuckled as he lay down next to me. "Let me guess, he took your mom out to dinner?" He stated more than asked. I nodded. He sighed slightly. "So we're all headed to San Fran, I guess." I nodded again. We lapsed into silence, staring out into the rain.

Well, I guess you've guessed that we're not in Arizona—absolutely true. We're in California again, somewhere in the middle of a redwood forest. In aBIG house. Mansion…thing…We had to drive/fly for hours to reach the nearest civilization that wasn't something covered with fur or feathers or bark.

I liked it here—except for the fact that there had been nothing to do for the past few weeks. Of course, we had gotten a call from the Gov. asking us to come to DC and talk…cool, right? Not. Probably just another bunch of loony scientists who want to study us…again…None of us were that thrilled, but it was the US Government calling, and well, it was the government!

I sighed, trying to relax a bit. They probably just wanted to ask us a few questions, get some autographs and then have us fly into the sunset or something…Even to me that sounded unconvincing…

Something began to rub circles on my back, in-between my wings. Oh, if felt sooo good…I felt myself go almost limp—thank God for giving Fang super-massaging powers. I felt him pull me closer to him, sliding his arms around my waist, just holding me. I loved the feeling of his hands clasped together on my stomach, his breath on my neck. But that dimmed in comparison to how much I loved Fang.

Yes…I just admitted it.

I love Fang.

A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own anything, really. It's a sad fact--but it's true.

Max: You made me sound like some love-sick little cream-puff! (huffs)

Me: Gee wiz, sorry, alright? I promise I'll have you punch out somebody soon!

Fang:…Not going to work.

Me: (Sighs) oh great.

Max: Hurry up and work on that chapter!

Me: Alright-alright already! Geeze…Well, tell me what you think of this chapter, tell me what I should work on…etc. See you later!

Max: I'll tell you what I think—

Jeb: Maximum…

Max: Fine…