Alright I just want to say THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH!! I so wish I could reply to every single review but I have so many and so little time! I'm giving you guys another chapter cos I have to go back to school tomorrow and I won't have much time to write and update during the term. When I got on the computer and saw all of my review alerts and then read all the reviews I was amazed! I'm so glad that you all love this and I can't believe I made so many people cry and get all emotional! ^.^

yes Hold on Hero, you most probably did see this on Maximum-X.
Volleyballgirl1112, I'm sorry about that. I know. Depression. Sigh, not fun to write I assure you.
Gabriel Wolfe, OMG that is sooo sweet. Thankyou so much!
Raccchel, that's good to know. I was trying to make it unlike all the other ones I have read even though they're awesome!
To everyone who I made cry, I'm sorry. I cried writing this because I was just so into the chapter and so that must mean that the emotion I wanted came through alright. So I'm pleased that the sadness was right but I'm sorry I made you all cry.

I have to warn you that this chapter twists the story somewhat quickly but it shall be even more twisted very soon mwa hahaha! ^.^ Just bear with me and enjoy! Sorry about the long A/N

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I was curled up into a ball under the covers. I wasn't in my bed. I was in Fang's. It didn't work the same as he did but it kept away the original nightmares. Now I had new ones. They were worse and nothing stopped them.

Fang had been gone for five days and the atmosphere in this house was dismal. I was in absolute agony and I only left Fang's old bed to eat and use the bathroom and then I came straight back here and cried my heart out again.

Nothing could ever compare to the absolute agony that I was in. No-one here knew what to say or do. I didn't talk and I didn't do any of my leader jobs. Mum was doing a good job taking care of them so I didn't feel so guilty. Besides how could guilt even have a place in me at the moment when I was in this much pain.

I hugged the pillow to me and breathed in slowly. I could still smell Fang's scent on it. It calmed me for only a moment and then I would start crying again.

I had never, ever broken down like this and I hated it. I hated the pain. I hated what I was becoming. I especially hated Michael Kingston for ever showing up. He took away my best friend. The best friend I had ever had in my life. He took away the guy that I loved. Loved deeply with every fibre of my being. Loved with everything that I was. Loved with all my heart, soul and thoughts.

"Fang," I whimpered. "Fang…" I covered my face with my hands as my heart gave a very painful throb.

I was vaguely aware of the door opening and closing. I heard light footsteps and then the mattress sunk down near me while the person entering the room sat.

I didn't look. It was just my dreaming. I always dreamt of this. I would be lying here and then Fang would appear and sit down on the bed. He would-

"Max." The voice was wrong. That wasn't Fang's voice. It was Mum's. I raised my tear stained face and looked at her for a moment.

"What?" Oh god. Was that my voice?

"Honey I am so worried about you," Mum whispered gently. "This isn't healthy for you. I understand your pain even though I can't imagine how much you hurt right now but I don't like the way you're going about this. It isn't like he's just gone; you're acting like he's dead." I took a shuddering breath. I wondered what I would be like if he died. Bad idea. I started crying again.

"Max, I think you need professional help," Mum said gently. I blinked through my tears and stared at her.

"Are you saying I've gone loopy?" I demanded in an angry voice. Anger was good. It wasn't sorrow. That was good.

"No but sweetheart you aren't handling this properly."

"I am handling it fine! Nothing will help! Nothing unless I can have Fang back right now!" I was shouting now and I heard footsteps and the door opened and Ella and Iggy stared in worriedly.

Mum sighed and stood up. She kissed the top of my head and left me to start feeling the agony again.

"Oh Max," Ella murmured brokenly. She started crying and Iggy put his arms around her and led her away. Mum shut the door and I sank down into the bed. Oh god. Fang. I need you.

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Fang stared out of his living room window. His father lived in Minneapolis and it was raining. It rained here all of the freaking time. It got kind of dry. Hah. How ironic was that? Oh he was going nuts here!

Fang missed the flock. He missed Max's mum and her chocolate chip cookies. He missed Ella and her smiles. He missed Iggy and Gazzy blowing things up. He missed Nudge's non-stop chatter. He missed Angel and Total and their freakiness.

He missed Max.

Every memory of Max had filled his head in the last five days. Iggy had given him some photographs before he left. Fang didn't even know that anyone had taken his favourite of them. It was of him and Max asleep on the sofa together. It was so peaceful and everytime he looked at it, his heart clenched.

Fang was pulled out of his memories when he heard Michael's car pull up in the driveway. He still had trouble calling him 'dad' but he didn't like it if he called him Michael.

"Fang!" Michael called as opened the door.

"Living room," Fang called back. The problem was that his dad talked way too much and didn't like silence but he said that Fang acted a lot like his mother so he was used to it. Thank god Michael didn't know that Fang did get chatty when he was with Max.

"How was your day?" Michael asked as he sat down in a recliner.

"Slow," Fang replied. He sighed as he stared out at the rain.

"You miss them all, already don't you?"

Fang didn't reply. He just closed his eyes. His mind filled with more memories of Max. Their most recent kiss. She had kissed him back deeply. Did that mean that she loved him? Oh god. It was killing him.

He loved Max so much and he had never said the words to her. He's tried to show her in almost every way but he had never, ever, tried saying those words to her. Why didn't he? It may have changed things. Argh. Too many what ifs.

"Fang?"

"I need to go and have a lie down," Fang lied. "I have a headache." More like a heart ache. Fang stood and left the room. He walked upstairs and went into his room and closed the door.

"Oh god… Max," he sighed. He looked at his hanging, framed picture of the whole flock. Fang sat down on his bed and looked at his bedside table. His father had framed the photos for him. The ones of Max and he were on his bedside table.

There was one of just Max where she looked devastatingly beautiful. There were two of just them and then there was one of them with Angel.

"I miss you guys," he whispered. His heart was constantly aching and he felt like a heap of him was missing. It felt like his arms, wings and legs had all been chopped off. It felt like he'd been only half decapitated and his heart had been carved out. He'd left the flock and that meant that a heap of him had stayed with Dr Martinez.

Max had his heart. She'd had his heart for a long time so whenever he wasn't near her he didn't have it and now that she was so far away he felt like he should be dead because he couldn't breathe.

Of course he didn't always hurt. He only hurt went he was breathing. His heart only broke while it was beating. And he only died every moment we was away from his family. This was a mistake. He needed to go back.

Fang stood up and grabbed his bag. He started pulling all his things out and stuffing them into it. He carefully placed all of his photos in the bag and started zipping it up as his father came in.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. Fang sighed.

"Look, I shouldn't have come here," he replied. "It's great to know I have a father and all but… I need the others. I have to be with them." His father stared at him and then his eyes flashed and suddenly his whipped something out of his pocket.

Fang froze. It was a gun.

"You aren't going anywhere until I get my money," Michael growled. Fang stared.

"What money? Are you using me?" Fang's heart stopped its aching beats. Fear set in darkly and he took a deep breath. "Is my family in danger?"

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I think that parts of that were slightly corny where Max was thinking about Fang but it just felt right when I was writing it. Plus I like corny but anyways!
R & R my wonderful readers! ^.^