Info: all the same as last chapter on the ages, times, yadda, yadda. However I (Heny) made up an OC, and let me tell you, it was surprisingly fun.

OC

Name: Skah (It means white in Native American. I did my research)

Pack: Jake's
Appearance: - human: Tall (6'3"). I basically imagine him looking like a taller more muscled version of Luke Pasqualino, but with a white streak in his fringe. Look up this guy on Google, he's cute. He plays Freddie in the British TV program Skins.

-wolf: Big. Dark brown almost black with a white strip from nose to tail, matches his hair because he had his hair dyed like that, wolf stripe is natural.

Age: Tiny bit younger than Seth, but very immature

Disclaimer : we do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride. Are we the only ones who find Kirsten Stewart really incredibly irritating? She speaks in a monotone! Also have you heard the news that high school musical girl is down to play Leah? We will expect her to break into song at any moment! Ok, rant over.

Chapter 2

Fang PoV

"Fang!" Max called my name happily and I turned to smile at her as she landed gently in front of me. The rest of the flock were still in the air, circling gracefully in the warm sunlight, gliding on air currents over the serene clearing. She was so close that I could feel the breath tickling my face, her eyes seemingly muddy to my chocolate ones. Her clothes were impeccable as if she had only just put them on after ironing them but her hair was weaved messily into a thick mousy plat. She leaned in, pursing her lips as if to kiss me but I jerked back in disgust, stepping back away from her surprised form; horrified at how close I had let her get.

The immediate change was frightening. I could feel the handprint that would surely be left on my face from a brutal slap. Gone was the warm, friendly look on the self-appointed flock leader's face; now fury and loathing were burning in a disgusted scowl. Her expression was now set as if she were looking at a piece of eraser crap that had attached itself to her shoe and I could have sworn that such revulsion had never managed to force its way onto her face more than in that moment.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! You're a freak! You're disgusting and wrong and unnatural and I never want to see you again!"My confusion had peaked but I could feel myself getting angry with her even if I had no idea what she was talking about. She strode forward a second time, placing small, cold hands on my shoulders and pushing me backward, hard. I felt myself begin to fall...

I opened my eyes with slight gasp, a small twinge of pain flowing down my right side. I immediately felt Seth's warm hands ghosting unconsciously over my back and shoulders. It was in such utter wonderful contrast to the frigid and unwelcome touch of Max in my dream, yet still leaving Goosebumps its wake, my skin tingling with invisible electric currents. I revelled in the gentle contact before I realised to my embarrassment that I had been using the guy as some kind of pillow, my face in the crook of his neck and my cheeks began to burn self-consciously. I jerked upright suddenly, pain managing to yet again surpass the questionable job that those paracetamol had done, a hiss escaping my lips alerting him to the fact that I was awake and causing him to withdraw his hands. It was hard to tell, but was that a blush? I shook my head to rid such a ridiculous thought.

^ He can't like me; I'm not good enough for someone as hot as... NO! I don't want him to like me, I don't!

Sheesh, can you get any less subtle? Stop. Staring. At. Him!

The flush of colour to my cheeks increased as I looked away quickly, ignoring the questioning look he sent me. I was definitely not missing the feeling of his body pressed against mine or imagining how he would look like without even those shorts or...

^ Fuck!

That would be a good idea, yeah but I don't think his mum would be very pleased...

^ Stop thinking! This has to be a bad dream or something...

Something must have shown on my face because Seth cleared his throat with a slight frown.

"Does it still hurt? Dr. Cullen will be here soon so maybe he can help...?" I couldn't stop the stricken look from passing over my face at the mention of the word 'doctor'; memories of years at the School and being tested and experimented on rushing unbidden into my mind. My tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips, swallowing hard in an attempt not to be swamped by the normally so well controlled flood of panic. I suppose the fear of someone discovering my secrets and then of being stuck inside an enclosed space without being able to leave at a moment's notice was finally catching up on me. I crushed the feeling of claustrophobia mercilessly, forcing away the slight blush that still adorned my face and replacing my normal, carefully measured, emotionless mask. There was renewed concern on Seth's face but the words were taken off his tongue as the doorbell rang, resounding through the house. He was on his feet within moments, face twisted in a grimace of irritation.

"I'll get it!"

Seth's PoV

I jumped up, a smile on my face which turned into a mask of horror as the usual door bell noise morphed into something that would strike fear into the hearts of the most hardened criminals, no it was not the Barney theme tune, however, the song playing from the door was almost as horrifying. It's a small world after all. Oh dear God. I am going to kill Jacob. I ripped open the door to be greeted by a grinning face. Speak of the devil and the devil will come...

"Jacob, what the hell have you done?" His grin only widened.

"I would have thought it was obvious."

"I hate you."

"Watch it boy, I'm still your alpha." He prodded me in the chest to emphasize his point. A low growl echoed from my throat before I could stop it. Jake just laughed. A smooth voice came from behind Jacob's hulking form.

"As much as I hate to break up this little exchange I believe that you have a patient for me?"

"Oh yeah! This way!" I ushered him towards the lounge. I turned to Jacob and whispered, "Unless you want Nessie to 'disappear', I suggest you change the doorbell back." His grin turned to a snarl at this threat to the centre of his universe.

"I would prefer it if you would not threaten my granddaughter, Seth." Dr. Cullen's voice drifted from the lounge. Damn he has good hearing. Sending a final parting glare to Jake over my shoulder I followed Carlisle into the lounge. Fang was sitting on the sofa, tense and wary like a coiled spring, ready to burst into action. His large eyes were fixed on Carlisle with suspicion.

"Hello, I'm Carlisle." His smooth voice seemed to calm Fang slightly and his posture relaxed. I walked over and sat behind him, just close enough to feel the heat radiating from his bare skin.

"Wehay, its Seth's boyfriend!" Me and Fang both scooted away from each other as fast as possible.

"Bugger off Jake."

"Now, now Seth, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Jake was now bent double laughing with Carlisle looking at him with mild confusion. With a slight shake of his head, Carlisle walked over to the sofa.

"Can you tell me exactly what's wrong please?" Instead of answering, Fang slowly unfolded his wing, wincing as he did so.

"Ah... I see. May I examine it?" A slow wary nod gave him permission. As Carlisle gently prodded Fang's wing and questioned him, I took the opportunity to observe Jake's expression at Fang's wing. It was priceless.

"He has bloody wing?!" He mouthed at me. I nodded, this was just too funny. Jake was now staring in open mouthed amazement as Carlisle attempted to extend the wing out to its full length which didn't really work due to Fang being close to the wall and there not being enough room. I looked over at Fang's face which was grimacing as he held his wing out.

"Hey, do you want anything?" I saw something flicker in his eyes as I said this, something that looked suspiciously like lust... But I must have imagined it because a second later he said,

"I'm fine." Jake's voice distracted me from my musings.

"OH SHIT! I was supposed to pick up Nessie half an hour ago! Edward gonna murder me! Shit, shit, shit." As he ran out of the door we heard his continued mutterings of expletives.

Then an evil chuckle.

Silence.

The sound of a button being pushed.

I was going to murder him. The terrible sound of tiny dolls singing filled the room. He hadn't changed the doorbell back, obviously...

Half an hour later the doctor had left us with instructions to keep the wing splinted and regular doses of painkillers. Fang was dozing lightly, head leaning against the back of the sofa and limbs tucked in around him like a small child. It didn't look particularly comfortable but he had not shown any signs of discomfort so I assumed he was fine. My mum came into the room and stood behind me beside me as I leaned against the wall opposite Fang, just watching him.

"He's a sweet thing isn't he?" And he was.

"Yeah, Hey, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back soon."

"Ok, be back in time for dinner." A sense of relief washed over me as I walked out of the front door and quickly undressed before phasing.

"Hey Seth!" Quil's low baritone voice sounded in my head. I could feel him sifting through my thoughts, and soon he found the thoughts about Fang. "He's got wings? Seriously?!" I knew I wasn't supposed to reply; he could see for himself. He was looking at my emotions now, that wasn't good. Quil was not known for being particularly understanding, especially with stuff like my mixed feelings for Fang, they would not go down well. Shit, I had to distract him, mmm... what is he interested in? Food? No? Girls? No. Wait! That's it!

"Hey Quil, how's Claire?" Ha! A werewolf's prime subject. The person that they imprinted on. Quil's happy voice filled my head, babbling on about his love. I was only required to murmur in interest occasionally and mentally nod. Disaster averted! I tuned him out and set about what I had come out to do. Run. Though I'd already been out today, I needed to stretch my legs, to lose myself for a bit. Just five minutes or so. Shit, I was beginning to sound like Jake when he goes on one of his 'lose himself to the wolf' runs. Oh well, it couldn't be helped; it was the best way to clear my head.

Though I wasn't using the ground-covering wolf lope that Jake would have used, the kind where you can run for days without tiring. A quick energy burning run was what was needed. Everything blurred around me, all I could see was the forest directly in front of me, acting more on instinct than thought. It was just easier.

In the end I just ran in a massive circle, it took ten minutes in all but it accomplished what I had set out to do. I was now exhausted as I slipped behind the bush with my clothes hidden, phased back and pulled on my shorts. (A/N: Do you really think that werewolves wear underwear underneath their shorts?) Walking back to the house, the scent of my mother's amazing cooking caught my nose as well as the smell of burnt toast. Ok, she was a good cook, but she was incapable of making toast without burning it.

As I walked in through the front door which I had left open, I heard the nervous shuffling that I presumed to mean that Fang was awake coming from the lounge. I leaned against the hallway wall, musing, ordering my thoughts.

Things I knew about Fang:

He was called Fang

He had wings

He wasn't from around here

He was hot

No. Scratch that last one. All in all I really didn't know an awful lot about him. Not very surprising considering that I had only known him for about an hour but still. It irked me. I walked into the lounge and resumed my leaning against the wall opposite the sofa. (I seemed to do that a lot) Fang looked up from his lap, dark eyes meeting mine. We studied each other for a couple of long moments. Fang spoke first.

"Where is this?" It was the longest sentence I had heard from him so far. His voice was low and slightly husky from sleep. It sent shivers down my spine.

"The Quileute Reserve, Washington State." I tried to keep my tone level, but I had a feeling that some of the shivers crept into my voice.

"Washington?!" His eyes took on a panicked appearance. It was my turn to ask questions now.

"Yeah. Where are you from?" I had asked too soon, his defences were up. His voice when he spoke was wary and he was scrutinising my face.

"Not here." Wow, no duh. Oh well; I hadn't really been expecting a real answer, not after the look he had given me.

"Cool." That word that you say when there's nothing else to say. He could obviously feel the awkwardness left in the air but no way was he going to help me out and break the silence.

An odd sound came to my ears, a sort of choking sound that came from Fang's direction. It only lasted a couple of seconds. I looked at Fang and realised that it was a poorly disguised laugh. The fact that there had been a tiny smile on his face which disappeared when I looked at him gave him away. It had been a smirk almost. A small, superior, sexy smirk. Nice

Fang's PoV

I was in Washington?! That was miles from where the flock had been flying to! I'm sure my panic stricken thoughts were displayed clearly on my face but before I could rein in my reactions he had asked me a question in return.

"Yeah. Where are you from?" Years on the run had drilled in a natural defensive response system and before I could amend myself I had spoken.

"Not here."

~ Oh wow, you really are eloquence in itself, aren't you?

"Cool."

He began to glance around the room awkwardly and I found myself wanting to laugh. The flock never expected me to talk to them and I found his attempt at conversation oddly amusing. A choked laugh managed to force its way out of my throat. The smirk lingered on my face for a couple of moments longer though his reaction to seeing the tiny semblance of a smile was a little weird. He looked kind of taken aback. Was it really that unexpected that I had emotions? I looked up to where he was standing and began to study his face, trying to find clues as to what he was thinking. Not for the first time I wished I could read minds like Angel. I found myself sweeping my gaze over his whole body taking in the muscular physique.

^ Definitely better looking than Max.

I have been telling you this for a while.

^ No wait! I just meant...

He's hot?

^ Well yes, but... No! No, Max is just seems unattractive in comparison; that was what I meant.

Pssshh... Yeah, yeah, of course; that's so different! What would be so bad if you were gay?

^ I'm not!

"Are you okay?" I looked back at Seth in surprise, having forgotten he was in the room. The concerned look on his face was enough to tell me that I had probably been looking pained throughout the exchange in my own head. I cringed internally, holding back yet another blush. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer.

Why do you think he's hot if you aren't gay then?

^ Can't you just go away?

Why did kissing Max feel so wrong?

^Ugh! Max is practically my sister, of course it felt wrong kissing her.

That girl, ummm... what was her name, the red head, why did it feel wrong when she kissed you?

^ I don't know!

What was her name then?

^ It was... ummm... Oh, I can't remember

You should! It was Melissa. (A/N: Ha! That's actually so called 'Red-Haired Wonder's name! It's not in the books but it was on Fang's Blog. See, we try so hard to get you guys the right info... Okay, fine. I just don't have a life.)

^ You're just in my head! You aren't real and...

"What's wrong?" Seth was right in front of me and I flinched backward in shock at the proximity. He reached out a hand and placed it on my forehead, his skin even burning, even warmer than mine. "You still have a temperature and your heartbeat is still way faster than what it should be; are you ill?" My skin tingled from the contact and even I could tell that my heart was going faster than it should have been, even faster than normal. I shook my head slightly and sighed as I realised that speech might be necessary in this situation.

"That's normal." He frowned at the short answer and the slightly put out look on his face made me feel a little guilty so I continued. "My temperature is always higher than normal people's and my heart rate is faster too."

~ Wow; speech!? Who are you and what did you do with Fang?

^ Can't you go away already?

Then Seth smiled in relief. Why did he have to do that? Really? He was far, far too good looking for his own good. Anyway, I had already deduced that he wasn't an eraser; why the hell was logical thought important again? I blinked slowly, just looking at his face. Eyes glazing slightly as they ghosted over perfect features, bottomless chocolate eyes, flawless skin... If it wasn't for spending the whole of my life pretending I had no emotions I'm sure I would have made a complete fool of myself burbling out sappy shit, but as it was...

^ Oh – My – God...

You can't say you're not gay after that surely.

^ Uh...So that's a problem because...?

Ha!

^ ...Ah shit.

I got a confession!

^ I never confirmed it exactly!

Your lack of denial is as good as your word. Contradict me, go on; try denying it now!

^ Damn it! Fuck you!

Correction, fuck Seth.

It was all I could do to resist the urge to slam my head into a wall and knock myself out again as Seth's mum came back in to the room looking slightly anxious. When she began to speak, I heaved a small sigh of relief at the prospect of being able to focus on something other than my treacherous mind and its obviously false, completely and utterly ridiculous, untrue, laughably wrong, ideas.

"Fang, are you alright? Listen, I was just making supper but... Well..." She looked flustered and I raised an eyebrow in question. She continued hesitantly, "I realised that I don't know much about you and... You don't have to eat worms or anything, do you?" After a moment's disbelieving pause with both mother and son studying me seriously, I could contain it no longer. I began to laugh for the second time today, tears blurring my vision as my body shook with fits of what I refuse to be termed as giggles. Why on Earth did everyone think that I would eat like a bird?

Seth PoV

Ok.... Fang was having a spaz attack. It was truly one of the most terrifying things I had ever had the misfortune to witness. Oddly enough my mother seemed to be perfectly fine with it. I wonder why? Hmmm.....

It took almost a quarter of an hour for him to finally calm down and tell us that 'no, he did not in fact eat worms, he ate normal food.' 'Well, how were we supposed to know that the guy with wings was fairly normal?!' Ok, my mental monologues had been getting much weirder ever since Fang had been here. That's not a good thing. My mother already found it worrying when I started muttering the normal stuff that went on inside my head.

Fang was looking at me quizzically, "How old are you?" His unruly hair fell in front of his eyes making it difficult to gauge his expression. This however was not the easy question for me as it would be to most people. How do you explain to someone that you're actually 15 in age, but due to crazy werewolf genetics you have the physical age of a 18-20 year old, now here is the catch: without giving away the secret of the pack? Please any suggestions anyone?!

So I lied. "17. You?"

"16." Oh, to have it that easy, though it did somewhat give me an advantage in the whole 'look like you can go into R rated movies and go clubbing and get girls' facade. That part of it was pretty cool.

"Right boys, I brought you some little snacks for now while the food is in the oven." My mother, back to her overly happy mood, presented with the air of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat four bowls of twiglets, cheese sticks, crisps and last of all carrot sticks, ergh. (A/N: twiglets are little sticks with marmite on, better than they sound. I don't know whether they have them in other countries. Also for our American readers and anyone else that say this: crisps=chips)

At the sight of the carrot sticks Fang proceeded to ignore all other snacking material and devour them with a gusto rarely seen in most society. (A/N: carrot sticks are Fang's favourite veggie according to his blog, ok I know I'm a sad fuck, no need to give me those looks =[.)

Just then, something that can only be described as twin whirlwinds of fur came crashing through the window. Well, that solves that explain the age thing problem, bloody idiots.

"SKAH AND QUIL! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?!" My mum's kind of scary when she's angry. Skah managed to untangle himself from Quil and stood up, shaking out his dark brown, almost black coat with its white stripe that ran all the way from his nose to his tail. Sensing that he was going to have to do some serious explaining, he phased back to his usual 6'3" self. Not the best idea he had ever had, but then again Skah was never the sharpest tool in the shed.

The look on Fang's face as a massive wolf transformed into a naked guy was certainly priceless, though it was certainly going to take a lot of explaining.

All of this resulting in what must have been one of the oddest scenes ever. A tall naked boy trying to hurriedly explain to a woman who, judging from her expression was about to murder said boy if his explanation was not good enough, a large shaggy wolf sulking on the floor and, looking like the world had just exploded, a topless winged boy sitting on the sofa with a bowl of carrot sticks. Yeah, I never said that life was normal.

I decided that it would probably be good to tune into Skah's justification for bursting through the window.

"...well, you see Mrs Clearwater, me and Quil-"

"Quil and I, Skah. Quil and I." The slight resignation in my mother's voice as she corrected Skah yet again was very familiar; apparently we mangled the English language.

"Sorry. Well, then Quil and I were having a bet to see who could jump the furthest form standing, whilst phasing. And-"

"Please Skah, just get to the point."

A little shame-facedly Skah mumbled something about stupid basterds called Quil and non-believers. Skah got a little more crazy than usual when he mumbled. I had a secret fear that it was only when he mumbled that you got a terrifying glimpse of what is really inside his head. I mean its one thing to hear your packs thoughts when you're wolf, but it's not a full view of their minds, its mainly surface stuff, current thoughts, nothing too deep.

"What was that Skah?" Of course my mother was not going to be put off by his insanity; she was fairly used to it.

"Me and Quil- sorry. Quil and I got into a fight about who ate the second lot of bacon and your window sort of happened to get in the way." He was staring at his feet at this point, a dark blush painting his already slightly flushed face. Quil also seemed to be staring at his feet. That was a bit odd...

I swear my mother is a saint sometimes. She simply sighed at the pure compressed idiocy that was Skah. "How does your mother put up with you, Skah? Quil. Human, if you please. I might as well get you two some clothes because, god help me, you are going to clear up all the glass and other mess."

Quil returned to human and turned to follow her out of the room, shoving Skah on his way past. The basterd Skah then proceeded to throw Fang a flirty wink over his shoulder and ran after Quil. Obviously no one had noticed the wings. Quil and Skah also seemed to be perfectly relaxed that they had just revealed the secret of the pack to a random guy.

However I had a theory about that. Fang looked like he could be tribe or at least relative to tribe at a quick glance, which I presume was all that those two idiots took. They probably thought that he already knew. I never said that they were intelligent.

I turned to Fang now. This was going to be a bit awkward.

"Sooo....." The shocked expression was still in place with also some fear. I didn't want that. I didn't want fear. I walked over and sat down next to him. I looked on in horror as he unconsciously shifted away slightly. "Fang, please. I'm not going to hurt you. Please listen." The fear lessened, but there was an expression that I can only describe as flight or fight in his eyes. In his case I imagined that it would usually be literal.

"What just happened?" His voice was very low and husky.

"Well, you see...There's a funny story about all of this really." I laughed nervously, how the fuck was I supposed to reason this out. I went with the plaster option. "Some members of our clan can become werewolves at will." I babbled out.

"No shit, Sherlock." That was completely not the reaction that I was expecting.

I got up meaning to go and check that the retards had not trashed my room when my foot caught on the carpet and due to some impossible and unrepeatable contortion as I fell I managed to end up with one hand on the sofa back, another on the sofa arm and finally my lips making firm connection with Fang's. I pulled back immediately and stared at him in complete shock before practically running out of the room, my lips still tingling with excitement.

Ah shit. This was very bad.

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Heny: Reviews would be lovely and are always welcome, like Ben Barnes sneaking into my room at night, always welcome. ;]