A/N Heh, I couldn't leave it hanging, now could I? Enjoy.
Dear Max,
Stupid. You are so stupid.
Yeah, we thought you ditched us.
In, like, December.
By February, we kinda figured you hadn't. You didn't have any reasons to. And then we got a picture from an unidentified source. It was of you. And you looked pretty much dead.
Since then, I haven't been blogging.
We've been grieving, you idiot. We thought you were dead.
How could you think we'd hate you? There's nothing in the world that could possibly make us hate you. Make me hate you.
How could you even think that?
And now that I think about it, I'd know if you were dead. So I suppose the score is even.
And, Max, I'm sorry. Truly sorry. We should have known that you wouldn't have left us. We didn't even look for you. We betrayed you.
I'm so sorry. There was no reason for you to go through all of that. And it's my fault.
I don't even know why you'd want to come back to us.
Maybe you want to know what happened?
Well, we thought you ditched us back in Boston. We waited. But it was cold and we couldn't...I am so sorry, Max, words can't even describe how sorry I am.
But we flew west. And maybe, unconsciously, somehow we ended up at your mom's house. And here we are.
I can't stop thinking about what you must have endured. Sorry can't even begin...
Angel knew something was up. She couldn't read your mind. We thought you were blocking her. Now we know...
But what was bothering me is that it never occurred to us that you were taken. Really bothers me, it seems so obvious now.
Angel thinks that they must have put something in the drugs to persuade us to think you left us. Apparently, now that's possible. Remember they were taunting us with those mind-games in Itex, when they said everything was a drug manufactured dream? Then they were bluffing, but now they can do something like that.
Still, I feel so guilty. I'm responsible. I know that, whatever Angel says.
So please don't go apologizing to me. I should be begging you to take us back. I can't stand it.
And I could never hate you. Never. Even when you left with Ari, I didn't hate you. I hated your choice, but never you. And the most painful time of my life, except for the last few months, was when we were separated. Not just us, the flock too. It just doesn't work when we aren't together.
But then there's you and me.
Do you want to know when I realized I loved you? The first time? It was right after we got Angel back from the School. We were at Lake Mead, and it was raining. That;s when you decided to go east. You were beautiful. Bloody, tired, and rain was streaming down you face. Beautiful. You looked at me. And I was done for.
I love you, I thought.
And, Max, you have no idea how sweet those words you wrote look, after waiting for them for so long.
I love you, Maxiumum Ride.
Thank you.
Angel says you need to come home now.
Nudge says she 'reallyreallyreallyreallyreally' misses you.
Gazzy says you're welcome for the bomb-making lessons.
Iggy says that you have far to go, in regards to the pyrotechnics. He also says it's about time you've come around to admitting your 'sexual tension'. His words, not mine. And he, too, says that you need to come home, as do your mom and Ella.
So I will beg you: come back Max. I am so, so sorry. I love you, and I don't blame you if you never want to come back now. But we really, really miss you. And you're an idiot if you don't think so.
I have a feeling you're really close by. And Angel is staring out the window into the woods. It's a bit of a hint, but she won't say anything.
Come back.
Fang
PS- Fnick. Really, Max. Really?
A/N Couldn't resist the Faxness that was calling me. And then I had to post it. Shorter, I know, but Fang is a man of few words. So...hope you enjoyed my late night ramblings?
BlueWingedKitty
