A/N: Welcome to the third chapter of The Talk. Thank you all for reviewing! This is the most popular story I've ever written! Please, keep it up! I love you all!

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Fang stood in front of his bathroom mirror, brooding. Gingerly, he touched his new black eye. Half of him wanted revenge. The other half, his conscience he assumed, told him that he deserved it.

"Fang!" he heard Iggy shouting and pounding on the door. "I need to finish my... thing!"

"Oh, the bomb you've been working on for the past three days? Jeb took it. "Fang replied. This was a lie and Fang very well knew it. The incomplete tangle of wires and various explosives were well hidden behind a stack of toilet paper in the cabinet under the sink. But Iggy didn't have to know that.

"What! He couldn't have!" Iggy sounded so dismayed. This was fun. Fang stepped out of the washroom quietly. So quietly, in fact, that the blind bird boy did not even notice his passage. Or so he thought.

"Oh, and Fang," Iggy turned and fixed his sightless eyes on his best friend, "Word to the wise, when Jeb says he needs to talk to you, run. "Iggy then made his way to his bedroom, humming softly to himself. Fang gulped. There was no way this could be good.

"Fang, where are you?" Jeb's voice called through the house. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn he heard bursts of laughter from Max's and Iggy's rooms. Oh boy.

"There you are," Jeb panted. Spinning on his heel, Fang took in the appearance of a very dishevelled man. "I really need to talk to you."

Fang took Iggy's advice.

He ran.

"Fang! Get back here! Don't you dare run from me!" Fang risked a look behind him. Jeb's face had turned a rather interesting shade of red. Jeb walked around the house uselessly shouting half-heartedly.

Meanwhile, Fang hid. Panting, he leaned against the inside of a door.

"You know, Iggy was exaggerating. You didn't have to run like that," Max told him. Fang looked about himself dazedly for a moment or two before realizing that he was in Max's bedroom. Max watched him sitting cross-legged on her bed. In her lap was a notebook.

"What's in there?' Fang asked her. Max blushed furiously. Fang raised his eyebrows in total shock. Max never got embarrassed!

"Nothing," Max said quickly while slamming it shut. Fang was just about to lunge for it when Jeb knocked on the door. Instead of lunging at the notebook, he lunged under Max's bed. He heard Max sigh and grant Jeb permission to enter.

"Max, sweetheart, do you know where Fang is?" Jeb asked her in a father-like fashion.

"No, I'm sorry, Jeb," she said regretfully while pointing frantically at the bed. Jeb nodded to show his understanding. "Well, Jeb, I'm gonna go play with Angel," Max said casually. Fang had time to think a not-very-nice word before he felt Jeb's large hands clasp around his ankles.

A few minutes later, Jeb was bestowing adult information on the boy Fang. Jeb thought he saw Fang's eyelid twitch once or twice. He must have imagined it because Fang never, ever showed emotion. Until he began to explain just how sexual intercourse happens, that is. Fang fainted. Jeb sighed. This was gonna be a long day...

"You okay now, Fang? Do you understand everything?" Jeb asked gently. Fang just stared at him and blinked once in shock. Jeb took that as a yes and, thanks to experience, quickly turned away before Fang had the chance to ask him a question.

"Hey, Jeb?" Apparently not fast enough. "I read something on the internet..."

This couldn't be good.

"What does (Fang's incredibly vulgar "internet term") mean?

"WHAT?"