A/N: Sorry this took so long... not that I got many reviews last chapter. Thanks for that, by the way. Yeah, so here's chapter number two. I hope you like it!!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. NADA! ZILCH! ZIP! ZERO! Only in my dreams because I would especially enjoy owning Fang. I don't own Bambi either.

I flew in front of the rest of the flock and motioned for them to fly the opposite direction slowly., "Where did you come from?" I asked him.

"I'm like you, Max. I've got wings. I'm a bird kid," he said in a soothing tone that made my spine tingle joyfully.

I looked behind me to see that the flock was doing what I had told them. All except for Fang, anyways, who had decided that, apparently, now I need protecting, which, let me tell you, I don't.

But he just took the initiative and flew in front of me, which ticked me off so bad. What gave him the right to try to protect me. "How do you know her name?" he asked with more anger in his voice than How upset I was with him at the current moment in time.

Dylan, obviously, didn't feel like answering the question as he flew around Fang, to me. Instinctively, my hands clenched into to tight hard fists which, whether he knew it or not, could send him falling with his head already cracked open before he had even reached the ground. I was ready to deck him with a good solid one when he said, "Max, calm down. I'm not the bad guy. I just heard about you and the flock and needed somewhere to go."

I made the mistake of looking to his eyes. His light baby blue eyes looking like huge strong waves crashing against cold, hard rocks. God, or lack there of, they were beautiful. They made me feel guilty. Really guilty. I couldn't just leave him alone to fend for himself. Though he looked well- muscled. Extremely muscled-- well as muscled as you can be when you're a slender, starving bird kid.

No, I couldn't think like that. I need to keep my priorities in order. I can't lose focus and I need to be able to protect, control, and take care of the flock.

And, plus, you already have Fang.

I frowned, Angel, stop it! You're confusing me.

He feels threatened by Dylan. He wants you to leave him behind and kick his sorry...

Okay, that's enough!

But I don't agree with Fang!

Of course not.

I think we should keep him. He's cute!

And not a puppy!

But can we keep him? Please, please, please!

Don't look at her. Don't look at her. I commanded myself.

Max!

I looked at her. Yeah, I did it. Ugh, why must she do that. She's too powerful for a six year old!

I'm not six!

Oh, I'm sorry, seven! Anyways, I looked and she had her most adorable puppy face complete with Bambi eyes.

I sighed mentally.

"Fine," I said, "You can come, but you need to be able to hold your own in a fight."

"I can, don't worry."

He's a liar! No he can't!

"No you can't, you can practice with Fang." The two boys turned to glare at each other loathingly. Then, Fang glared at me and, giving him my best "that's what you get" look, I said, "Alright flock, let's get going."

A/N: Okay, kind of short, but I needed somewhere to end it so... Yeah, well, whatever. I'll update as soon as I get at least 3 comments! So if you want to know what happens when Dylan joins the Flock in their mission to save the world, comment. If not, comment anyways. Thank you!!!!