AN: Heelllllooooo Cleveland!! Tsparks here with the good news and the bad news. Bad news first. I'm dying.............Not! It's all good. There isn't any news except for the fact that I changed the stories rating for personal reasons. Come on, they're 21 now. I gotta be a little dirty.

I don't own Maximum Ride.


Max POV

I'm sure Dylan's face matched mine after Angel asked that question. Shocked. Why would Angel ask Fang that!? We're too youn–oh, right. We're 21 now. Technically, Fang and I can get married now. That thought alone made me a little giddy.

Angel's look of confusion and worry changed to happiness as she started laughing. And now the rest of us were looking at her like she was crazy, except Fang. He had his impassive look on, last I checked.

"Angel?" I asked, "What's so funny?"

"Ask...Ask," Angel said laughing, "Ask Fang!"

We all turned to look at Fang. He had one of his heart-stopping, world-turning grins on his face. He usually saved those for me, or if he laughed. Which he didn't, so he would smile.

"I'm not really a Buddhist," he said, "Just wanted to see your reactions. Angel's was the one that cracked me up."

We stared at him blankly for another three seconds. Until an image of Angel's expression returned to my head.

This is Fang's POV, Max, Angel thought, look how worried I was!

The rest of the Flock, minus Dylan, started to crack up. I can see how Fang found this funny. When we calmed down, I looked at Fang again.

His mask of nonchalance was up, but happiness and laughter was shining in his eyes. I smiled at him and he grinned back. Then he folded his wings in and dropped.

Needless to say we all freaked. Even Dylan.

"What the hell is he doing!?" Dylan asked as we all raced after Fang.

Fang had leaned back to make it seem as though he were lounging. Then he looked up at me and mouthed one word.

"Chicken."

A realization came to mind. Fang was daring us to compete in a game of chicken! We haven't done that in...Seven or eight years! Last we played I won. We were at a tie. Me: 29 Fang: 29. I smirked at him and folded my wings in, following his example. Angel must have read my thoughts.

"They're playing Chicken!" she suddenly shouted, "Max vs. Fang!"

"Takin' all bets!" Iggy shouted behind us, "Who will win? Our leader Maximum Ride? Or the new and improved Mr. Emotionless Rock, Fang? Who will be the Ultimate Chicken Champion!?"

I laughed at my Flock's recklessness. Things were getting back to normal. And only after having Fang back for about twenty minutes! Shows how much we missed him.

My plummeting body came up next to Fang's, whose hair was rushing up behind him, blowing about. I opened my wings only slightly so I could talk to him.

"How's the weather down here?" I asked. Fang shrugged.

"Was cloudy a second ago," he answered, "Some huge blob was blocking my sun."

I laughed as I realized he was talking about me. Fang smiled in my direction before shutting his eyes. I studied him as we fell, how he looked not at all that much different, and yet...He was.

"Take a picture," Fang said, "It'll last longer."

I blushed as I realized he caught me staring at him. Not one to being embarrassed alone, I countered his sarcasm.

"Fuck you," I said. He opened his eyes and looked right at me.

"It'd be my pleasure," he said. I think my heart stopped, and I knew my blush grew.

Fang smiled and then looked up. His smiled dropped as he looked up. I followed his gaze to see the Flock gaining up on us. Dylan in the lead. Damn.

"Guess we should stop now, huh?" I said to Fang. He shrugged.

"Guess we should," He said.

I opened my wings. Ouch! Mental note: Don't open wings while plummeting at 150 feet per minute. The flock caught up to me. Nudge spoke up.

"Where's Fang?" She asked.

"I thought he was right-" I said before Angel's scream cut me off.

"What!?" We all asked her. Angel looked at me with wide eyes.

"I can't hear his thoughts anymore, Max!" She exclaimed.

We all panicked and looked down. Fang's silhouette was nowhere in sight.

"What are you guys looking at?" A voice asked.

We looked up to see Fang peering down at where he used to be.

"Fang!" We exclaimed. Anger rose inside of me. I went over to him and slapped him upside the head.

"What the hell was that!?" I asked him. Fang raised a hand to his head.

"First off," he started, "Ow. Secondly, I can teleport. Remember?"

My glare died down, but was still there. Fang was definitely being the idiot I fell in love with. So, he obviously hasn't changed much. Good.

"Are we going to the safe house or not?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah," Fang answered him, already flying away, "Oh, and Dylan? You can take all that shit I told you earlier and shove it. Try and touch Max, and it'll be the last thing you do."

Gazzy cackled as he broke off to follow Fang. Iggy just flat out laughed. Angel and Nudge giggled, while I tried to hide a smile. Dylan grimaced. We all flew into a steady pattern towards wherever Fang was leading us.

"I knew it was too good to be true," Nudge whispered to Angel. Angel nodded.

"What?" I asked. The three of us were holding up the back of the formation, whereas Fang led it, Gazzy and Iggy were behind him, and Dylan was flying off to the left, out of formation.

"Fang being a peaceful Monk," Nudge and Angel started to laugh again.

"And that would be good, why?" I asked. Nudge rolled her eyes.

"Cause then he wouldn't eat anymore dessert rats!" she answered.

I snickered as I returned my attention to the front of the group. Fang was still flying ahead of us. He suddenly stopped, pulling back to a halt. Iggy and Gazzy almost ran into him.

"Whoa Fang!" Iggy exclaimed, "Watch it will ya!?"

"Shh!" Fang hissed. He started to dart his head around. Eyes not looking but still looking.

"Dylan," he said suddenly, "Come here. I need your help."

"Really?" Dylan asked, his smug smile returned.

"Yeah," Fang answered, but it was more of a grunt.

"What do you need?" Dylan asked.

"Look four hundred miles at a degree of 45 West and 12 North," Fang instructed, "Tell me what you see."

"Why should I listen to you?" Dylan asked. I groaned.

"Cause Fang's in charge while we're here," I answered, "You heard what Stone said."

Fang smirked, "I don't know this Stone person, but so far...I like 'em."

"I figured you would," I said back to him.

"Fine," Dylan answered, "I see a small hut, three more huts near it. There's also a little girl. About five, with long black hair, and she's in a blue dress. She's sitting on the ground, coloring with some kind of chalk on the dirt. Anything else you need?"

"No that's all," Fang answered. Then Fang turned to me, "Uhh, Max. I need to talk to you. Alone."

"O-Kay?" I answered a little confused. I looked back to the Flock.

Iggy was laughing to himself, Gazzy and Nudge were glancing back at each other smiling, Angel had a full blown grin on her face, and Dylan...Dylan was not happy about hearing that. I rolled my eyes at him in an annoyed manner and followed Fang as he descended down to the tops of some trees.

"What did you wanna talk about, Fang?" I asked. Fang looked me right in the eyes. Then he pulled me into a kiss. Finally! I relaxed and wrapped my arms around him, returning his embrace.

He's never tasted like this before... I thought hazily. Fang used to taste like Apricots. Now he tasted...a little different. He still had the Apricot taste. Now he also had a hint of chocolate, though. Not milk chocolate either, but a dark chocolate flavor. All in all, I thought he tasted delicious. I never wanted to stop kissing him. But then Fang pulled away, leaving us both panting and out of breath.

"Max," He said huskily, "you have no idea how much I missed doing that."

"Oh no," I said matching his tone, "I'm pretty sure I have an idea. Was that all you wanted?"

Fang smiled. I felt my heart melt again. I was so happy to have him back in my arms. To be back in his arms. Seven years from your soul mate is defiantly too long. I was going to make sure he stayed with me this time.

Wait a minute...he broke his promise!! All the happiness turned into anger. I pushed him away and glared at him.

"What?" he asked, his smile vanishing.

"You left," I growled, "You broke your promise! You left, Fang! You left the Flock! You left Iggy and Gazzy! You left Nudge and Angel! But most importantly, YOU LEFT ME!! I want to know why, right now!"

Fang sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"I was afraid that you'd say that," Fang grumbled. The he straightened, and looked me in the eyes.

"Max," he said, "I had to leave. It was for the best. Did I want to? No! I had no choice in the matter. It might have seemed like I did, but in actuality I didn't. I was then picked up by some terrorist cell. I swear to god, Max. I was freaking picked up by a terrorist cell! They held me for a year and a half. Look!"

Fang lifted his shirt halfway. I would have drooled over his chiseled abs, except his stomach and abs were covered in scars. A lot. Some long, some deep, some short. One even looked like a word. I pointed at it.

"What is that?" I asked quietly. Fang lowered his shirt and looked me in the eyes.

"It's Angel of Death in Arabic," he said, "They were trying to break my spirit. This was your average run of the mill Anti-USA terrorism, Max. This was an Itex wannabe terrorist cell. They were going for the same goal as Itex, but for a different purpose. Not for the better of the world, but for some screwed up god. They called his Abshuul, the God of Pity."

"God of Pity?" I asked. Fang shook his head.

"I'll explain the rest of this with the others, Max," Fang said, "I brought you down here to tell you something."

"Yeah, Fang?" I asked, "Go ahead."

Fang took a deep breath, "I have a daughter."

Annnnnd then I snapped.

"You have a WHAT!?" I yelled. Fang didn't even flinch.

"Let me finish," Fang said raising his hands, "I call her a daughter, but technically she's a clone."

Okay... didn't see that one coming. I felt a little bad at yelling at him.

"Of just you?" I asked. Fang nodded.

"She's only four," Fang said, "I rescued her about two years ago in the Himalayas, from an old Itex facility that was still being worked on."

"I thought the U.N. shut down all Itex facilities?" I asked. Fang nodded.

"Yeah, I'll explain more when we're with the Flock," Fang said. He looked at me as though he wanted to ask me something, and then turned away.

"What?" I asked. Fang looked back at me.

"You, uh, you didn't move on, did you?" Fang asked, sorrowfully.

"How could you ask that?" I asked quietly. I grabbed his head and pulled him in for another kiss. When we broke, we were once again out of breath and smiling at each other.

"I guess that answers my question," Fang said. I laughed and we both flew back to the flock.

"That took awhile," Angel said when we got back, "Gonna check into a hotel room next?"

I glared at her while the rest of the flock cracked up, except Dylan. Fucking bastard. He could at least pretend to be happy for me. You'd think for a guy who tried to kill himself over me would get some sympathy, right? Yeah, well, he also tried to propose to me a month after Fang left. A MONTH!! Who does that!?

"You guys ready to go to the Safe House now?" Fang asked. The younger guys all exclaimed an enthusiastic "YES!!" while Iggy and I snickered at their excitement.

"Then let's go," Fang said, "I'm late enough as it is."

"Fang!" Iggy gasped, "You're late!? I thought only girls could be late! I don't know what to think anymore!"

Everyone burst into laughter at that comment. Fang did as well, and then he vanished from my side reappearing behind to Iggy. Fang smacked the back of his head.

"Moron," Fang said, still laughing, "Use the manners I know you have. And watch your mouths."

"Why?" Gazzy asked.

"Because-" Fang started to say but he was interrupted by Angel.

"Because his daughter is only four...You have a daughter!?"

Fang groaned, "Let's just get there already."

He led the way while the rest of the Flock returned to their flight patterns. Dylan flew back to be next to me.

"Did you know about this?" Dylan asked. I nodded.

"That's what he wanted to tell me," I answered, "And before you ask, no. I'm not mad at him. So just drop it."

I flew ahead of Dylan and up next to Fang. Fang turned his attention over to me, then he cocked a smile.

"Wanna see who can get there first?" Fang asked. Not being one to turn down a challenge I nodded.

"I just wished you could see the look on your face when I beat you," I said. Fang smiled and then said one word.

"Go."

I raced ahead, using my supersonic speed to soar faster then light. I landed with a thump in front of some huts, most likely the ones Dylan pointed out. I turned to see if the Flock was still coming. I could see their silhouettes just starting to form.

"Took you long enough," Fang's voice said behind me.

I turned to correct him, when I saw he was walking out of a hut. He was holding a little girl with a light olive-tan skin tone and long black hair. Her eyes were just like Fang's; Black with golden flecks in them. She was beautiful.

"Max," Fang said, "this is my daughter, Faith. Faith, this is Maximum Ride."

"Hi Faith," I said, waving a little to her.

Faith stared at me for a second before turning to Fang and whispering something in his ear. Fang's eyes widened for a second before they went back to normal. He looked at me, and then back at Faith.

"You'd have to ask Max that, Faith," Fang said, "I can't answer that, myself."

"What does she want to ask?" I asked. What could she possibly want from me?

Fang set Faith down, and Faith walked over to me. She tugged on my hand gently and I knelt down to her level.

"What Faith?" I asked. Faith looked me right in the eyes, like Fang does, and asked the most amazing thing I've ever heard a kid ask me.

"Will you be my Mommy?"


AN: Okay, just to be clear. Fang is NOT a monk. It was a very sick and cruel joke I decided to play.

How do you think Max will answer? How do you think this will affect Fang and Max's relationship?

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