BACKGROUND INFORMATION
this is before The Final Warning, and right before the Flock leaves the Martinez house.
Fang turned over in his bed, unable to sleep. The past fe days had been crazy: defeating Itex, getting Max back... yah, seeing Max again as unreal. Fang had been so happy. He wondered if she felt the same way he did. After all, she did freakin' throw herself out of the cave so she didn't have to kiss him again. But...
All of a sudden, Fang heard a sniffle coming from the room besides him. Max's room. Max... crying? Must be something bad, he thought. He jumped lightely out of bed.\ and out of his room, cafeful not to disturb Iggy.
"Where are you going, Fang?" Crap. Trust Fang to be stelth 99.9 of the time, but not when it's important.
"Uh, getting a drink of water." Fang stumbled over the lie. Iggy smirked.
"Max's room? Nice," he smirked. "Have fun."
Fang glared into Iggy's unseeing eyes. He opened the door and strode down the hallway. He stopped at Max's room, trembling slightely, afraid of what he might do if he actually went in there. Max. In her nightgown. In her thin white nightgown. He took a deep breath. And put his hand on the doorknob.
MAX'S P.O.V.
I heard someone come into my room. Not Angel. Good. I don't want anyone seeing me cry. Freakin fantastic. I save the world, find my ideal mother, get Fang back, and I'm having a freaking sob fest!! I dunno. Maybe it's the wings. Or bird hormones. Or the fact that I'm so confused about the whole "Fang and I" thing that I could barf.
"Max?" Ohgod. Ohgod ohgod ohgod. Fang. I tighten into a tight ball, turning away from the wall, and say "Go away. Please."
"Max." He sits on the bed. And starts stroking my hair, soothing me. Immediatly I relax at his touch, then stiffen. No! I sit up, and stare into his eyes. "Fang, no. I - I can't. It's too complicated. What about Angel. She'll find out. And then-" Fang put a finger to my lips. I felt myself weaken.
"Max," he said softly. "Everythings complicated." He tilted my chin up, and put his lips to mine. He tilted his head to so we could fit together better, and pushed harder. My brain was blank, but every sense was like a hot wire, flaming and sensitive. Everything was in slow motion, and it was just me, Fang, and our little bit of perfect. His arms slid around me, and we gently fell down to the bed. Stopping didn't even occur to me, so I was heartily dissapointed when we broke apart, but he kissed my forehead, and whispered to me. "I love you, Max. I need you. Don't ever leave me."
What? I felt numb, like time had stopped. Fang... loved me? Then all of a sudden, Fang seemed to relise what he said, and froze. He quickely detangeled hiself from me and ran from the room. I hardly noticed. Fang... needed me?