Here's to hoping you liked it...I know I updated like 30 seconds ago, but I'm bored, so here's the next chapto (cruchinsammygirl likes that word...also the word schizophrenic and dybbuk and phantasmagorical and...ooh! And Fang! I like Fang! The word, that is...).

Disclaimer: I haven't put my plan on kidnapping JP and becoming MR's owner into action yet, so I guess I still own nuffin'...sniffles.


"Ohmygod! I, like, never, ever knew that one cheeseburger could taste, like, SO GOOD, it's like my mouth died and went up to, like, a cheesy, meaty heaven or something, and left the rest of me behind and--"

"Nudge!" Iggy and the Gasman shouted at the same time, their hands cupped over their ears.

Nudge blushed beneath her cappuccino skin. "Sorry. It's just so good."

The cheeseburgers were good though, not like McUnhealthy or anything, just plain ol' meat, cheese and bread. Fresh from a random person's cook out. Courtesy of yours featherly.

We were all in a cave (fancy, huh? We sure know how to pick 'em!), eating around the dancing flames of the fire. It was kind of cool, you know? Primitive surroundings, modern food, all that jazz. Plus, we were all here together, which was an awesome bonus.

"What now?" Fang asked. He was already done--how he ate so fast, I'll never know--and was leaning against the cave wall near the entrance. To be honest, he looked kind of--NO, Max, don't think like that. He likes the freaking Red Headed Wonder, remember?(A/N: This is after MR 2, but before MR 3) Stupid carrot top.

"Not sure," I said slowly. Yo, Voice, any suggestions?

No answer. Of course.

Nudge's hand shot up into the air and she waggled it in the air for a few moments. Angel giggled next to her. Uh-oh…what was Nudge going to say now?

"Nudge, you don't need to raise you hand," I reminded her. God, they were still using school manners and junk like that.

Nudge kept her hand up.

"All right Nudge, what do you want to say?" I grumbled reluctantly, heroically keeping my tongue--and mind, we've got Angel, remember--clean, G-rated.

"Okay, so like, since we've got no where to go, can we, like, go somewhere really cool and stuff where we won't get noticed? Like, New York was cool. Nobody, like, called us freaks or anything, but I want to go somewhere we haven't been, like, LA, maybe? Or, or, or, VEGAS! Yeah, Los Vegas would be so cool…Hey, why do they call Los Angeles LA, but they don't call Los Vegas LV? I mean, I know it doesn't sound as cool, but we'd be used to it and all, so wou--"

"Los Vegas it is!" I said loudly. Nudge stopped talking abruptly and gave me a sheepish grin.

Oh joy. Sin City.

We flew there, naturally, and I was surprised at how long it took. I mean, I was expecting, what, three, four hours? And we got there in seven--count 'em, seven freaking hours! Sure, the Vegas-goers are all freaks, just in different ways then us, but a bunch of winged freaks might cause a teensy bit of trouble. So, courtesy of my insane paranoia, we spent three or four hours swooping over clouds (this may surprise you, but clouds are wet. So, to add to my wonderful day, I was also soaked) and around tree. The flock must love me now.

"Max." I whipped my head around, wet lashes of my hair smacking me in the face, ow. Fang gave me a steady gaze. He looked like someone had dumped a bucket of black paint on him; some was dripping down his face (hair), a few intense, extra dark droplets (eyes), and globs all over the rest of him (clothes). I won't deny it--he took my freaking breath away.

"What?" I said in that charming way I have.

"Where are we going to go now?"

A perfectly reasonable question. To which I have zip answers.

"Um," I started intelligently. "Under there!" I jabbed my finger at a large bridge.

Fang gave me an are-you-freaking-serious look, but helped me lead the others over and convince them to sleep.

Half an hour later, everyone but me was asleep. And guess who made a thrilling appearance? That's right! My beloved Voice.

I couldn't help myself--I watched Fang sleep, wondering why I was doing this, like a freaking stalker or something.

Maybe you love him. The Voice suggested. Perhaps you have more than brotherly-sisterly feelings for Fang.

Shut up, I told it.

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