I'm sure at least one of you is going 'yaaaaaaaaaay, loose parody means its going to be different!!'

If you were thinking of that, then you would be right. There will be action, romance, flyboys, explosions, blood, broken things, cookies, more explosions, confusion, happiness, angst and so many other things this list could go on forever. As familiar as a lot of those sound, it will have almost no resemblance to the book except for the ultimate goal: To bring down the company and all its branches.

So sit back, grab the popcorn and have a read.

I hope you like it.

Note: THIS IS THE THIRD OF A SERIES. IF YOU JUST YOU JUST FOUND THIS, YOU MAY BE VERY CONFUSED. TRY READING 'FRACTURED' FIRST.

Part 1

He was just a baby, a tiny bundle of skin and blankets in his mother's arms as she and his father cooed over their newly born son. He had tiny little toes that his father played with, along with his little fingers and titchy little nose.

He was just a baby.

He was looking up at his parents with a bemused look on his face when the nurse took him from their arms, the sounds coming out of her mouth meaning nothing to him. His parents replies didn't mean a thing to his untrained ears, but they smiled down at him and played with his tiny fingers and toes for just a little longer.

He noticed when they left the room that the nurse no longer smiled. He was just a baby as he was taken to a tiny conference room at the back of the hospital and had the door shut softly behind him. More meaningless noise came out of the girl's mouth as she held out the tiny bundle to a man in a white coat behind a desk.

He was just a baby as this new man who replaced his father cooed over the little boy in his arms. He played with the boys fingers and toes as the boy's undeveloped mind struggled to understand what was going on. Then he was turned over in the man's hands and the blankets taken from his back.

He cried as the cold air hit his back. He was just a baby as the man ran a cool, gentle finger down the slits next to his spine to coax out the little chicken wings hiding there. The man smiled, but the baby did not see his satisfaction, turned towards the ground and his tears ignored as he was wrapped up and handed to yet another man.

He was too young to realise he was handed back to his father.

His crying lessened to little sobs as the man who should shield him from harm soothed his son for the last time, the garbled sounds coming out of his mouth not registering with the boy's young mind at all. He took one last look down at the baby before him, an emotion the baby had never seen before echoing all over his face, before the baby was handed back to the man in the white coat.

He was just a baby. Fang was just a baby when his life changed forever.

*~*~*~*

His eyes springing open, Fang took a deep, shaky breath and tried to settle his now slightly erratic breathing. He'd had that dream before, that exact same dream. He'd assumed it was just his mind trying to fill in a gap in his history before his Dad mentioned he was just taken from them in the hospital.

Now, more gaps were being filled in.

Since as long as he could remember, he could never hear the voices in that dream. Heck, he could hardly place any detail at all. He was aware he was in a hospital from the nurses and white walls, but the only other detail was that of the scientist he was handed to: Jeb.

Now though, his blood ran slightly cold. The faces of his 'parents' were no longer out of focus and messed up, they took the faces of the parent's he'd met, but so much younger and more youthful than the photo he still had in his pocket. On top of that was the tiny extra detail that was making his mouth dry up and his head run away with itself.

The man Jeb handed him to briefly was his father.

When he'd told them the story behind him being taken, John had claimed they'd had no idea he was taken away until he went to find a nurse a good amount of time later. If he'd seem Jeb and held him one last time, that had to be a lie. Right?

And that look on his face. Baby Fang couldn't place it, and semi-adult Fang was having a few troubles running it against expressions he recognised. He frowned slightly as he pulled his arm from under his head, pushing himself up into a slightly upright position and staring down at the sand.

Was it regret for giving him away?

Slipping back to sit on his calves, Fang roughed up his hair to dispel all of the loose sand caught in it before looking around him. The beach was bathed in a deep red orange as the sun found its way back over the horizon, a long shadow emanating from Max as she sat on the wall ahead of him, still on watch.

He glanced right and couldn't help but smile very slightly. Fang2 was curled up in a tight ball with an arm under his head, his unwrinkled baby face soft and serene as a small smile occasionally twitched up the corner of his mouth as he dreamed.

He looked kinda cute.

…does that mean I just called myself cute? He shook his head at his own question as he pushed himself to his feet, taking a few seconds to wipe grains of sand from his dirty clothing. He decided was never letting Max let them sleep on a beach again as he shook the waist of his trousers, making half a tonne of the stuff pour out of his trouser legs.

The damn stuff got everywhere.

Max watched her right wing man stand up and brush himself down, a look on annoyance clouding his features as he shook a little more from his trouser legs. Normally she would have found it funny, but instead she was frowning slightly at him, watching him closely.

She knew him to well to even think about bothering to ask about his dream. She'd watched him squirming and creasing his brows as he slept, rolling onto his stomach with a whimper. His wing had then shot out and folded loosely against his back again, as it had done in the forest just after Sam's death.

Sam. Jeez, even that wasn't that long ago…

Pasting on a smile she inwardly cringed as Fang raised an eyebrow at her, sinking onto the wall she was seated on after a few seconds and following her gaze out over the sea. It was dyed a light pink by the sunrise, shining and glistening as the water rippled.

"You worried..?" Fang ventured after a few minutes of silence, trying not to shift uncomfortably next to her before shoving his hands in his elbows. It was the only reason he could think of for the obviously fake smile she'd had plastered on her face when he walked up to her this morning.

Max considered it for a second as she gazed out over the water. She was kind of worried Dr. Martinez didn't really expect her to come back again, that she and Ella would sell them out when she figured out the freaky bird kid knew where she lived and brought a large hunk of Fang muscle behind her.

Did I really just think the word 'hunk'? She mentally rolled her eyes at herself and gripped the wall a little, frowning as she looked out over the sea. The veterinarian had been so nice to her, and treated her like a real daughter.

Hopefully she wouldn't freak out.

She realised Fang was still waiting for an answer and took a deep breath, letting it all out in one go as she said 'Not really'. She glanced slightly sideways at Fang and saw a small smile turn up the corner of his mouth, which she mimicked just seconds afterwards.

As long as they stuck together, they'd be fine.