Author's Note: I'm trying to get this story down as fast as I possibly can, without sacrificing quality. I noticed that this story has a bunch of reads, but NO REVIEWS! Remember, the reviews are what inspire me to keep writing. If I don't hear anything from you guys, how will I know whether to keep writing or not? I know that I promised a bit of dirty-ness with the Fax/Miggy stuff. Maybe it'll come in this chapter, maybe not. Depends on if Max gets either emotional or horny first. You'll soon find out. And listen, if what you wanted doesn't come in this chapter, don't be discouraged. It will come soon enough. Enjoy!!

I couldn't help but remembering the time that Mom gave me valium, and how badly I made myself out to be ditz in front of Fang when she took out my chip. "I love you soooooo much, Fang." I shuddered. I didn't want to be reminded of that, nor did I want to have another episode like that in front of Iggy. I mean, I loved him too. I didn't want him to feel like I shared something with Fang that I didn't share with him. Now, I was smart enough to know that the drug that Mom gave me was something strong enough to sedate a patient for surgery. This was just a little bit of wine. Surely it wasn't going to get me all dopey, as long as I didn't drink too much. Part of me wanted to drink a bunch of it, just to feel like Iggy described, to glow. The other part of me was saying, "Don't do it, Max. This would NOT be the best decision to make right now." Any thoughts, Voice? I questioned in my head, 100% certain that the Voice was going to side with the latter part of me. I waited for a reply. Nothing? I waited. 15 seconds must have passed, and still nothing. Wow, I thought. That's a first. Especially in a situation like this.

I poured half a glass for both Fang and myself, and I raised it, as did Fang. Our glasses clinked together, and I touched Iggy's glass with mine. Fang did the same.

"To… making the night interesting," Iggy declared. I wasn't sure that I liked the emphasis that he put on that final word. We all drank cautiously, as we had smelled how bitter the wine tasted. Once I got past the general sourness of it, it wasn't really that bad. I watched Fang, drinking with his eyes closed, taking one long gulp. He swallowed, and then set his unfinished glass down on the counter next to him, his eyes remaining closed, as if he were struggling to stomach the wine without giving off any clues about it.

"Not bad," he said, a small smirk coming to his face.

"Not at all," I agreed. Iggy, who was still drinking, trying to down his cup in one chug, gave a thumbs up. He finished, and put his glass on the counter next to Fang's. Fang then picked up his glass, and finished what he had left in a swallow.

"I don't feel any different," Fang said, matter-of-factly.

"Well duh, man. It's not a magic potion. It takes a little bit to kick in. Say, Max. I have a bad idea. Why don't we have another glass while we're waiting?" I looked at him, expressionless. I was up for the challenge, but I didn't want to let anyone know what I was thinking.

Ok. Here it goes. You all know that as of late, the situation between Fang and I has been a bit… well, weird. I kiss him, he kisses me, this goes back and forth, and I am just plain sick of the uncertainty that it brings. The thing is, I know how bad Iggy must feel, and God, if Angel knew about the things that I had thought about Fang before going to sleep, that girl would be scarred for life. If she isn't already, that is. I mean, she's a 6 year-old with wings that can read minds, breathe underwater, talk to fish, and morph on a whim. She's… got a lot on her plate, to say the least. But back to what I was saying… yeah, I feel pretty strongly for Fang. Iggy, on the other hand, I love him to death, but the thought of being with Iggy never really crossed my mind. Until now. Ok, thought about it. I don't think it wouldn't work, but then there's Fang, ever the jealous type to worry about. But honestly, Iggy is very easy going, and I love him for that. I mean, he's been there to support me just as much as Fang has. I love both of my boys (and Gazzy too, of course!)

There is something about Fang, though. The strong, silent type always gets me aflutter. Not to mention, the least I've seen Fang wear is a towel, and my god, is it a glorious sight. His perfectly defined muscles, his jet-black wings… mmm. Just thinking about him, noticing the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention, it's… something that I would think of as… more than fate. Yes, we grew up together, yes, Fang was my right hand dude (he loves it when I call him "dude"), but these hormones have been raging so heavily lately that I can smell them in the air. I mean, even Iggy… easygoing, mild-mannered Iggy… I can see that he senses me, and that he thinks a bit more about me than he's willing to admit, and to tell you the truth, I kinda like it. Both of these guys are the only ones that I have ever even thought about having a romantic relationship with, other than that Sam kid, but jeez, that was so long ago, and I didn't know anything about him. Iggy and Fang knew everything about me. And I was totally comfortable with that. Even if Iggy did things to intentionally piss me off, and Fang was painfully ambiguous about his feelings toward me. I mean, we're all thinking the same thing right now: Fang, cut the bullshit, and tell Max you love her. You think it'll ease the tension for you? Imagine the wonders it would do for me!

"MAX!" Iggy practically shouted at me, as I was off, lost in thought somewhere. "Are you going to pour that or what?" I nodded, quickly remembering once again that Iggy couldn't see me nod, and then said,

"Yeah, sure." I poured all of us a full glass this time. We drank our wine in silence, and after a series of sour faces from all of us, we decided that this was enough. For now, anyway. We put the glasses in the sink, and returned the bottle to the top of the hutch. We all went to the living room, and sat down. Fang plopped himself on the recliner, and Iggy went over to the opposite side of the couch that I had sat down upon. After a few minutes of watching something stupid on HBO, I realized that the room was waaaaay too quiet. Or maybe it was just the wine getting to me. I felt a little warm. Fang turned around, a weird, unusual grin on his face.

"I love you sooooooo much, Fang. I mean, I would be so un-fine if you weren't here with me right now, Fang," he said in his most earnest doped-out-Max voice. My jaw dropped, and I saw Iggy cover his mouth, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing. I leaned over and shoved Iggy in the shoulder, hard. Then I made my way over to Fang, and jumped on top of him, crushing him into the chair.

"You… promised… you… wouldn't… mention… it… again!" I said through clenched teeth, wrestling with him, trying to grab an arm, a leg, a wing, a throat, something that would give me a little leverage. I finally got my arms around his head, when he shifted his weight, and took us both to the floor. I had him in some kind of reverse headlock, and he called out,

"Ig, she's kickin' my ass over here! Help, dude!" Fang couldn't stop himself from laughing, and Iggy stayed put, still laughing quietly.

"You'll stay on that couch… if you… know what's good for you!" I said, struggling against Fang, now somehow beneath him, my arms still around his neck. He managed to grab my arms, and hold them out at my sides. Whether I was older or not, he was still stronger than me. I hated it, but it was true. He held my outstretched arms in the air, still far apart, and said,

"Thiiiiiiis much!"

Iggy was still on the couch, dying with laughter. Ok. Now I was going to kill him. Both of them. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and jerked my arms out of his and grabbed around his neck again. In the midst of the struggle I didn't realize how close we were. I looked up, and there was Fang's face, two inches or so from mine. He had that sort of half-grin that he wore when he was genuinely happy to see me, now being not so surprisingly, one of those moments. Time seemed to slow down, as I felt the heat radiating from his body. Or was it coming from mine. Who knew? It was colliding between us, and with the position that we were in, starting to have a physical effect on both of us. He moved a bit closer to me, and then Fang looked up at Iggy. I'm sure that he was grateful that he was blind now, of all moments. He got a puzzled look in his eyes, and then he pretty much dropped me, and walked over to Iggy. I lie on the floor, miffed. Need I explain more why I hate Fang?

"What happened? Why is everything quiet?" Iggy asked. He looked over at Fang, who was now standing a few feet from him.

"Ig, your eyes are shining! Dude, you're drunk already!" Fang teased.

"You should talk, with that stupid grin on your face. Look at you!" I teased him. It was at this point I can very successfully say… I felt good. Like… there were no problems. I looked at those two… my boys. The most important things in my life. I would die before I let anything happen to either of them.

"You OK Max?" Fang asked with a chuckle. "You're staring into the distance again." I absently smiled at him, for no reason. The inside of me felt like smiling. Everything at this moment was just so… pleasant, so positive. Like nothing could ever touch me, like nothing could ever touch anyone that I loved.

"I love you guys," I said, not realizing the conviction of my statement until I said it. "I mean it. I… could just… cry, when I think about how much you two mean to me." As if on cue, the tears in my eyes started welling up. Ok. The wine was definitely not a good idea. I was going to hear about this for the rest of my life. Crying. In front of both Fang and Iggy. About how much I loved them. Oh yeah. I was never going to live this one down. I felt the tears spilling down my cheeks, as my two beautiful boys came off of the couch to comfort me, now kneeling on the floor where Fang had left me. They came quickly, and both of them embraced me.

"We love you too, Max," Iggy said, comforting me. They both hugged me, and I hugged both of them, pride, love, care, and any protective instinct I ever had coursing through me like electricity. I felt the strength in both of their bodies, and at the same time, the compassion, the warmth, the utter love that they had for me. I sniffled, and then I smiled, regaining my composure, the tears still stinging my eyes a bit.

"I'm sorry. I just… never really felt like I could talk about this before," I said, drying the last of my tears, and wiping my face.

"It's ok, Max," Fang said, alcohol-induced warmth in his words.

"I think… I think I need another drink. What about you guys?" I asked, standing up, brushing off the sappiness.

"Sure," said Fang.

"I'm down," said Iggy, knowing the emotional rollercoaster of a night had just begun.