I realise that this has been done many times before but I really wanted to try my own too. If you think it resembles yours or someone else's too much, contact me and I can take it down. Also, I haven't yet read Fang or Angel so much of this is my own imagination

Fang

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of the cave, I sat down to wait for my past and perhaps my future to come flying in. I didn't know if she would come, if she could come or if she were even alive at this stage. After I left I had tried to keep tabs on them all, finding out how they were getting on. And at first it was easy; the media couldn't get enough of them. But then reports and pictures became harder and harder to find, to the extent that in the last few years I hadn't heard a whisper of them. They seemed to have disintegrated. I couldn't have caught up with them if I had tried. But then, maybe that was the point.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop thinking of them all, the family that I had willingly abandoned. As each birthday went by I imagined them all fighting over blowing out the candles on the cake, always wondering how Iggy's sight had improved and how Max would be fairing now, trying to keep a mob of boys from Nudge and Angel. She'd had to bring them all up during her own childhood and then, from the age of 15, alone. I would understand it if I were left to wait here on my own today.

Twenty years later, I'd said, we would meet twenty years later on her birthday. That would mean Max would be 35 now, if she'd survived the situations I'd left her to face single-handedly. How would she have changed in those 20 years? Of my own accord I had muddled through the last 20 years alone, not even trying to replace my family. As if anything ever could.

I'd been sitting on the cold ground with the hard rock pressed against my back all morning, continuously scanning the sky when a dot I had seen in the distance began to get larger. A shape started to take form, a shape with wings and long hair blowing in the wind. How long it had been since I had seen another human being fly and the gracefulness of it took my breath away. It was as I was thinking this that she landed. Max, my leader, my best friend had come.

She landed as graceful as she had flown in but instead of moving towards me, stood silhouetted against the sky at the mouth of the cave. I stood and looked up to meet her eyes, trying to erase any trace of the guilt and regret that I was feeling from them. My first glimpse of her and all I could think was that she looked so tired. The years had marked her as I shouldn't have let them. Her eyes held such a slight hint of sadness and betrayal that I nearly failed to meet them properly. She looked as if she had been living with the strain of the world rested solely on her and I suppose, because of me, she had.

The lines on her face showed the worries of the flock, the world, and I thought, maybe me. Her pose was still so upright and self-assured but her eyes seemed to lack some of the confidence of our youth, the days when we thought we could fight everything physically. Leaving her I had known that at least she would have always had the flock, to look after her and take care of her where I hadn't.

She took a hesitant step towards me, as if unsure herself if I would turn and run from her. I wanted to run to her, to tell her how I would be here from now on; that I would take care of everything for her, knowing that it was too late to say such things. All I could do was to stand and stare. She was so different outwardly and yet still seemed so similar that I could read her emotions as the passed through her eyes. I smiled at the thought of the different emotions we had shared.

Max

I was flying towards I knew not what, alone, as I had been living for some time. It was not the solitude that got me but the lack of support, that there was no one to turn to when I needed someone when I had been there through all of their problems. This meeting, should it happen, was what I dreamed would give me back my friend and perhaps my family, both of which I had been missing for so long. Yet I feared that I had set so much store in a meeting that may not even happen and that could not possible give me everything I had been lost.

Perhaps I could have dealt with the loss, as I had come to call it, with the support of the flock. But without Fang there beside me through every decision the rest of us had soon begun to fall apart. Fang had always been the one to back me up, my second-in-command, holding the flock together even when some of my decisions were unpopular especially concerning school. Although even with his presence things might still have panned out in the same way as they grew older, I could never help but feel that at least with Fang there I would not have been left alone as each one of them flew from me in anger, looking for freedom outside of my protection. They had gone with words that left no room for hope of return and still seared through my heart on nights alone in the dark. My life until then had been devoted to ensuring their safety and their rejection of this had left me without purpose.

How would he react on seeing me now? If he even came. He might not remember a promise to someone he used to know, in a past life, whereas I had been living in hope for years of what today would bring. He might not recognise, he might not want to know me if he does. Uncharitably I feared the life he must have lived outside the flock, successful without its restriction whereas I had been lost. He would have moved on, as the rest of the flock had, leaving me again to remain in the past.

Growing closer I scanned the area for some sign that I wasn't the only one to remember. I shadow on the floor in a corner alerted me to his presence and despite myself I gasped. Even with all my dreams of this moment I don't think I had ever imagined it coming true.

I landed at the mouth of the cave, not wanting to step any further, not wanting to put myself out there only to be rejected again. I believed that since he had left, he should be the one to make the first move. And he did. Standing up, he didn't take his eyes from me. We were both mesmerised by the differences that we must have known would be there but which were still surprising.

Did he look like he regretted how our lives had turned out? I don't know but I didn't think so. For a moment I was afraid that perhaps he had just come here to gloat, to show me how well he had done for himself away from all of us. I admit, at that instant I nearly ran and jumped back in the sky. I couldn't bear hearing that the best years of my life had been merely a blip in his.

But then he smiled. My smile, which was really only a twitch at the corner of his mouth but which I knew conveyed all his love and care for me. The smile we had shared so long ago, before. The smile that signified the bond between us that we would always have.

And then I knew. Both of us had made our mistakes but here was the chance we had been waiting for to put it right. I could gain a friend and a family member and he could stop forever regretting the decision he had made twenty years ago that had turned out to be the biggest and most irreversible mistake of his life.

My body just quivered to be near to someone again, someone who cared and I was so glad that it would be him. Wanting to appear in control of my emotions I still couldn't help taking a hesitant step forward as that smile promised all that I wanted him to be.

My step turned into a shuffle forward and then a run and I fell into his arms, the comfort of those arms that for so many years I had been denied. And as I felt them circle protectively around my back and waist they gave me the message that I had been waiting for since I was 15, wishing that there was someone left to give it. I am here. You are safe. Everything will be alright.