(A/N: I thought of this one day while thinking about Relocation, a fanfic by the glorious ObviouslyObseesed, and then about Fax. I thought about what Max and Fang's relationship would be like if they tried that, but they escaped right afterwards. So here Ya go. Unrestricted. Sounds a bit like adventure, but it's DEFINITELY a FAX. Oh yeah, and the Sam part at the beginning is me. I hate that JP put a char with my name in the book. Oh well.)
Max POV (For Now…)
Oh, my God. Sam you idiot! You couldn't have thought of something more original? (A/N: Well, soooory! But this isn't going to be just another one of those…) Oh. Really? You mean that us getting our memories wiped and sent away is original? (A/N: Yup! Just go with the flow.) 0.o Oh, my God. Are you the voice?? (A/N: Um…No… I got that line from the voice!) Well, fine then. I'll go with the flow.
The whitecoat took my arm and injected me with some serum or something. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I opened my eyes groggily. There was something weird going on here… I noticed something strange attached to my back. Oh, my God. I have wings! Sweet! I looked to my right and left. There were other flying kids next to me. They were sleeping. I was strapped down. This was not good. There were strange scientists in white coats. They were coming near us. I pretended to still be asleep. Oh my God oh my God oh my God!
They un-strapped me and carried my seemingly lifeless body on a stretcher. I noticed the others twitching. They must be awake too. This was my chance. I jumped out of the stretcher and punched the guard. Well, that was easy! The others seemed to follow.
We were out of there in no time. I didn't know if I could, but I had no choice.
I needed to try to fly.
And so I did. It was exhilarating. The others did too. We finally landed in a remote forest in God knows where.
"Alright everyone!" I shouted. They looked at me. "We need to do a name game. Something. If we're going to be stuck here, we need to know each other."
They hooted in agreement.
"Alright, you," I said, Gesturing to the one with the white wings. "What's your name?"
"Angel," She replied innocently.
"Nudge!" Said a happy-go-lucky African-American girl.
"Fang," Said a mysterious voice, whose projector was looking at his own feet.
"Iggy. I'm blind." Said a very tall blonde kid, looking at nothing in particular.
"Gasman!" Said a tough-looking eight-year-old.
"And I'm Max." I said, looking at each of them.
They sat for awhile. Then Nudge broke the silence. And if you don't want to keep reading for the next few hours, don't ask me to tell you what she said.
Iggy didn't seem blind the first time you met him. He didn't need his eyesight, as far as I could tell.
Gasman, well, stay upwind.
Angel was cute and innocent, but sometimes I thought she could read minds. And then when I did, she said "I know I can!" So she can read minds.
Fang was…well…dark. But mysterious and intriguing. Like you always wanted to know him more. He had overgrown black hair, which he never bothered to comb away. He never smiles, and seems thoughtful most times. Sometimes I find myself observing him.
Fang POV (A/N: My favorite!)
It had been three weeks since we had escaped. I spent most of my days trying to remember my childhood. There was nothing. Nothing for fourteen years.
The 'flock', as Max called it, learned to trust each other. I knew I could trust Max as leader.
But she trusts me enough to sleep at night. We take watches in case those scientists try to come and bring us back.
I was taking watch tonight.
We seemed to enjoy sleeping next to or in trees. I was sitting quite comfortably next to Max as she slept. I sat thoughtfully as I explored the sky with my eyes. I looked over at Max. Her facial expression seemed tense. She held her arms out, as if defending herself. Then they flew to her sides. Her left hand collided with mine.
I looked from her to her hand and back again, blushing a little bit.
Then her facial expression softened, and she smiled a bit.
"I'm so glad you're here." She slurred. "I know everything's fine if you're here."
I blushed (again) and looked at the ground.
"Hey," She said, dreamily. "Oh, look, the lights are so pretty,"
"Fang?" She said.
"Um…Yeah?"
"I'm so glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"We're in the middle of nowhere, you'd be fine."
"NO! I would be totally unfine. TOTALLY."
She stopped talking for a minute and I wondered what she was dreaming about, and why she could have a conversation with me at the same time.
"I don't want that chip anymore. In fact, I never wanted that chip. I just want you to hold my hand."
"Um…I am…"
"Oh. I knew that. Do you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere? I think I would like a La-Z-Boy."
"Fang, don't go anywhere."
"I'm on watch. I can' leave."
"Okay. I need you here. Don't leave me."
"I won't…" I said, now realizing this seemed oddly familiar. But what came next?
"Fang, Fang, Fang. I love you. I love you sooo much." She said, smiling and holding out her hands.
"Oh, God…" I said, sounding strangled.
"Okay. Okay. I am moving them!" She said.
She woke up.
"Wow," She said, sitting up and blushing. "What a strange dream!"
"Yeah, I know." I said, beaming.
She fainted.
"Max!" I whisper-shouted. I caught her before she suffered a major head injury. I set her down gently, and went to sleep myself.
(A/N: Ok, this isn't a one-shot like I thought it would be, so if you like it, there'll be more where that came from!)