A/N;
Aloha, wonderful readers. This chapter is nothing but Fang, Fang, Fang. Thanks again for all the ideas.
Iggy: I'm still here...
Rain: How can you move on, when I'm still in love with you...
Iggy: ...um?
Rain: Sorry, singing 'The Man who Can't be Moved'.
Iggy: I think it's 'how can I move on'. Not you.
Rain: I know, stupid. I changed the words. Gah, things like that are more effective when you don't have to explain them afterwards.
Iggy: Maybe you should start the chapter. Just a suggestion.
Rain: You're in this chapter, Iggy!
Iggy: Oh joy...
Rain: Want to credit some reviewers?
Iggy: Rain would like to shout out to 'LE trex for her Fang list ideas.
Rain: There's a good Iggy.

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Fang rolled onto his side, and promptly fell off the edge of the bed. He bit back a swear word, rubbing his shoulder and sitting up. Getting to his feet sleepily, Fang yawned. He'd been able to fall asleep surprisingly easily after reading Max's list with her earlier, thankfully. Fang wondered what his list would say... everyone else's would be fairly obvious. He melted into the background better than the rest of the flock, so he hoped he'd have less rules than them.

Fang trudged into the corridor, and smelt breakfast. Immediately, his step picked up.

"Morning Ig." He said upon entering the kitchen.

"Hey Fang. Read your list yet?" Iggy asked. Fang shook his head.

"Nope. You?" he replied, leaning against the counter top. Iggy grimaced.

"Yep. Got Gaz up to read it to me. He's asleep now, but."

"Anything good on the list?" Fang asked. Iggy shook his head.

"No bombs, no toast for dinner..."

"Toast for dinner?" Fang repeated in confusion. Iggy nodded.

"Uhuh. Not a proper meal, or something. Oh, and the whole Max toaster fire thing..."

"Oh. Understandable." Fang grinned in agreement. "Dr. M took that pretty well."

"Wanna go see if your list is up yet?" Iggy asked.

"Sure thing. But what about breakfast?" Fang answered.

"No worries. I haven't started the waffles yet, so it's okay. Let's go, Fnick." The two teenagers headed for where the lists were tacked up, and Fang skimmed over his friend's, before laughing.

"Nice list." Iggy rolled his sightless eyes.

"Read yours out." He instructed. Fang looked to his.

"Number One: Just because you can jump out from walls and scare the living bejeebus out of people, doesn't mean you should. I almost had a heart attack yesterday!" Fang read. "In my defence, I thought it was you."

"Yeah, real nice. Pick on the blind kid." Iggy grumbled. Fang rolled his eyes.

"Stop using your disability as an excuse to get out of being pranked." Fang quoted.

"Shut up and read, doofus." Iggy prodded his arm.

(A/N: Thanks to Zeze for this one!)
"Number Two: Max likes-" Fang cut himself off abruptly, shaking his head. "Dammit, Dr. Martinez..." he muttered.

"Oooh! What does Max like, Fang?" Iggy snickered.

"Nothing. Next rule."

"No fair!" Iggy cried. Fang cringed a little. It was things like this that he knew made Iggy feel helpless, weak and disabled. Most of the time it was okay, but sometimes he just couldn't take not knowing. Fang knew his resolve to just move onto the next rule was wavering...

"Jeez, Ig." Fang muttered. "Fine. Number Two: Max likes your hair the way it is. Hogging up the bathroom each morning to fix it is no longer allowed. There are seven kids, an adult and a dog in this house, and there are only two bathrooms." A beat of silence passed, and then Iggy burst out laughing.

"Ahahahaha!" he cackled.

"You sound like one of those crazy old witches from the movies. Now shut up if you want to hear the rest." Fang grumbled.

"Go right ahead. This is entertaining."

"Number Three: Max is a big girl, and is strong enough to take care of herself. That boy at the mall needed twelve stitches in his eyebrow, I'll have you know. No punching guys for flirting with my daughter." Fang read. "But he grabbed her butt!" he cried.

"And she decked him before you did. You were like, the wingman. The backup. The posse. Whatever." Iggy shrugged. "Point; she had it covered." Fang glared, although it was useless on Iggy.

"Number Four: Your blog is strictly to be used only 3 hours a day. These hours may be in succession, or at different times."

"Unlucky." Iggy commented sarcastically. "Only 3 hours. Ohmigosh." Fang rolled his eyes, another useless gesture, and kept reading.

"Number Five: You are not to use Nudge as a distraction to keep me busy while you and Max sneak out after dinner. I may be old, but I'm not stupid. Oh, she was onto us. Damn." Fang frowned.

Iggy laughed.

"Number Six: Rest is important. No more flying around at night, with or without Max."

"Why are most of these rules Max-centred?" Iggy questioned.

"Maybe Dr. M is the protective type?" Fang guessed.

"Maybe." Iggy agreed. "Doesn't come across that way, though... but to be fair, it's not like you and Max are sneaking off to do-"

"Number Seven:" Fang interrupted loudly, "Your shirt is not an accessory- it is a requirement. There are children in this household. Huh?"

"You walk around with no shirt on?" Iggy laughed. "Showing off for Maximum, are we?" Fang shoved him slightly.

"Number Eight: Eavesdropping is wrong." Fang paused. "No matter what Iggy offers you, you are not to sneak into Ella's room and listen to her phone conversations."

"How does she know this stuff! It's like she's got the place video-cammed and bugged!" Iggy exclaimed.

"It's starting to creep me out..." Fang agreed.

"Next rule?"

"Number Nine: Your music is... delightful, but I'm not sure some of the words are appropriate for the younger kids."

"Your music is kinda weird." Iggy agreed. Fang rolled his eyes.

"Number Ten: No breaking Max's heart. What the hell?" Fang cried.

"I guess she really is the protective Mom type." Iggy snickered.

"I thought it was the dad's job to do that sorta thing?" Fang asked, confused.

"Can you see Jeb doing that?" Iggy asked. Fang paused.

"Point. But still! I wouldn't break Max's heart... I love her!" Fang gasped, realising what he'd just said. Iggy stared at him for a second.

"...And that's all I needed to hear! Sweet, sweet blackmail!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air and running off towards the kitchen.

"Iggy! Iggy get back here!" Fang yelled, sprinting after him.

A/N;

Hehe, Iggy's so evil.
Iggy: Am not.
Rain: Are too!
-Pause-
Iggy: Aren't.
Rain: -sighs-

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