A/N- I don't really have anything to put here. I think it would be weird if I tried to joke before a story like this.

I'll be Your Rock Chapter 2

Max POV

"Hey Max, can you come look at this?" Fang said as I walked into our dorm room. Fang was taking some extra writing classes and I was taking advantage of the free scholarship the CSM set up for me. That and, since we're married, I didn't want to be away from him. Not that I don't trust him or anything. Anyway, Fang was sitting on the bed looking over his laptop. I got on my knees behind him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I'm thinking of a title for my new book, but I'm kinda stumped. I have a list typed up, but none of them sound good to me." I could see why. All of them were really bland or sounded like other book titles.

"I don't really like any of them." I said bluntly.

"I guess I can work on it tomorrow. How was your day?"

"Same old, same old. Math sucks and guys keep hitting on me even though I clearly state I'm married."

"They don't notice the ring on your hand?" Fang asked. By this time I was sitting beside him.

"Oh, they see it alright. Right before I punch them in the face." I joked. Fang grinned in the way that makes all my problems melt away. I reached over and kissed him on the lips. We fell back onto the bed and kept going. I had my hands all over Fang's hair and his were hovering around my waist. We probably would have gone farther but Fang's laptop started making noises. I got off him and he started clicking.

"That better be important, or I'm going to karate chop that thing in half." I said slightly annoyed.

"I got an e-mail."

"Who's it from?"

"It's strange, I don't know. I'm going to delete it." He clicked the delete button. I was about to start kissing him again, but another e-mail popped up.

"That's strange." I said slowly.

"Yeah, it is." Fang hit delete again and again another e-mail popped up. "Okay, this has only happened one other time and it was right before you and I went to your mom's house and the whole valium trip thing happened."

"What did it say that time?"

"It said one of the flock was a traitor and that I should watch out."

"And you didn't tell me about it why?"

"I was going to, truly, but then all that stuff happened, and then you told us you were using Angel as a spy, and I thought that's what the e-mail meant."

"Okay, that covers that. I wonder what this one says."

"Let's take a look." Fang said. He hovered the cursor over the open button and clicked it. It opened up and it was really short. It said:

Fang,

I know who your parents are and what happened to them and I want to tell you. I can't meet you in person and I can't give you direct clues. You don't have to listen to me, but I urge you to because closure is a very important thing to have, especially when starting a relationship.

Your first clue is to go to the library and find the book where the answer is 42.

Sincerely,

A Friend

After he read it Fang had a blank stare on his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked to try and snap him out of it.

"I don't know." He answered slowly. We just sat there in silence for some time.

"What are you going to do?" I finally asked.

"I think I want to follow this lead. I mean, it's my parents Max. I've always wondered about them, you know."

"Believe me, I know. And I support you in whatever decision you make. I'll even help you out if you want."

"Thank you Max. Well, I guess the first thing is to figure out the riddle. The book where the answer is 42. I don't get it."

"I know who would though."

"Who?"

"Iggy and or Ella."

"That's a good idea let's call them." Fang said, but right then my cell phone rang.

"Speak of the devils themselves, it's Ella." I pushed the talk button and immediately heard Ella sobbing in the background.

"Hello." I said confused.

"Hey, Max. It's me Iggy." He was really quiet and sounded upset.

"What's up? Why is Ella crying?"

"Her dad just got shot and he, he didn't make it." I pulled the phone away from my ear.

"Fang, we've got bigger problems to deal with now."

A/N- The next chapter is the funeral. Again, I can't joke about that, I'm physically unable to joke about stuff like this. 45 days until Nevermore. Fly on, prosper, and may the odds be ever in your favor.