Haha, I snuck away and stole the computer. So here it is! Courtesy of ARW! XP and if you can tell me what that means, I'll give a cookie!

Disclaimer: Hehe.... I no own. After all, I made fun of 'The Final Warning' with no shame!


Tears never come when you want them to, but when you want them the very least, they're there. I know this all too well.

When Fang got shot in the wing, and fell from the sky, I was terrified he would die, he would slip away. He was lucky though, now he just couldn;t move from the waist down. He begged, pleaded and screamed at me to just leave, and live my life. But I stayed.

Everytime Jeb or Dr.M came to check out, I felt like crying, falling to ground and sobbing, but the tears just wouldn't come. Jeb would tell him to take medicine, then go to sleep. And then he would leave. I would lay down beside Fang, and go to sleep. And everytime I woke up, he tried to get me to leave. He told me I was too good, that I deserved so much more. It was then that more than ever, I wanted to bawl for days, months, maybe even years. He was broken. So broken that he had given up on the hope that he would ever walk again.

This time was just like any other. Jeb came in and gave Fang the little white pills, recommended sleep, then left. Fang swallowed the pills dry, and lay back down.

"Don't know why he keeps on trying." He murmured into my hair, then kissed my temple before drifting off to sleep.

I knew this routine so well. We had to have done it a thousand times. I woke to the emotional voice of my boyfriend, just like every other time.

"Max. Max!"

This was another routine we had gone through often.

"It's alright, Fang, I still love you." I whispered, not even fully awake.

"No, Max! Look!"

I shifted aruond to see Fang's feet moving.

"Oh my God!"

Never before had I cried after on of Jeb's many failed attempts, but at the successfull one, the tears came in torrents, cascading down my cheeks and mingling with Fang's pwn chrystasline droplets.

But these were tears were fine, these were tears of joy, and that made everything okay.


'Tis over. R&R por favor!