A/N;

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys totally make my day. :D

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-Rain

Fang

Max was funny. I stood off to the side, listening to her talking in hushed voices with the Gasman about 'revenge plans'. Neither of them knew I was here- my power was quite useful for eavesdropping.

"Sure you don't mind helping me?" Max asked. Gazzy shook his head.

"Pranks are a great way to let out my inner 8 year old. Plus, I think Iggy would be heaps happier if he didn't live up to his award. You, on the other hand..." Gazzy gave Max a sly grin. She glared at him, and I smirked.

"Let's just do this." She muttered. "So, we write Ella a note, saying it's from Iggy..." Gazzy gave her a pointed look.

"No. That won't work. Look, how about you let me handle it, if you want the revenge plans to stink of awesome, that is!" Gazzy cackled. He's been hanging around with Iggy too long... maybe we should do something about that. The last thing we needed was a diabolical 8-year-old; we had enough diabolical winged-mutants as it is...

"So long as they're not stinking of anything else." Max answered with a grimace. "Okay Gazzy, what's the plan?"

"Well-" I leaned forward, trying to hear him as he lowered his voice-

And tripped over Magnolia.

"Woah!" I cried out in surprise, landing stumbling as Magnolia scuttled out from under me, causing me to land on my face. Ow. What happened to my usual stealth? How did I now see the dog?! I looked up to find Gazzy and Max staring at me, grins on their faces.

"Hi Fang." Max smirked, and then they burst out laughing. I scowled, picking myself up and brushing myself down.

"Yeah, guys. I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I muttered.

"Sorry- Fang- it's just- the dog- bahahahahaha!" the Gasman snickered, barely able to get his words out between breaths. I was thankfully able to keep from blushing.

"Your revenge plans are just going to make things worse." I told them, before stalking away with some form of dignity still intact.

I walked into mine and Ig's room, finding the blind pyro sprawled on his bed, listening to Ella's iPod. I tapped his hand as I walked past, and he pulled a headphone out.

"Hey." I greeted him, flopping on my own bed.

"Hiya." Iggy replied, "What's up, Most Likely to Get Kidnapped?"

"Clueless about Crushes." I shot back. Iggy snickered.

"Don't like the idea of fangirls being able to snatch you right out from under our noses?" my blind brother teased. "Some of them are pretty creative, I'd bet."

"I'd be able to escape them." I insisted, but Iggy just shook his head.

"What if they had you captive, and duct-taped you to a chair? What if they made you talk to their friends and go to school with them and work and stuff? What if they made you write stuff with them?" Iggy went on, grinning, "What if they made you beat up guys who were jerks to them? What if-"

"Iggy! What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, shaking my head, "No one's ever gonna be able to do that to me."

"Nothing, nothing. Whatever you say, Fang." Iggy rolled his eyes. I thought about what he'd said. No crazed girl would kidnap me, I mean, Max would deck her before she even got close to me. The flock would be on her before she could say 'dancing lobsters'.

Unless they were kidnapped too...

Ugh. I've been hanging around Iggy too much. That guy was putting thoughts in my head.

"How come you're not downstairs with the Gasman?" I asked, feigning curiosity. I wondered how much Iggy knew about Max's little revenge plans. I suspected they'd have something to do with Iggy and Ella's next-to-nonexistent-and-yet-still-budding relationship, but I'd been wrong before. Not that I'd admit that, but whatever.

"Max said she wanted his help with something. I didn't ask what for." Iggy shrugged. I nodded. Well, I wouldn't tell him otherwise. Max'd kill me, plus, this would probably be entertaining to watch. God knows we didn't get much excitement since we started hanging out at Dr. M's. Not that it was a bad thing, but you know. A little humour was always good for the soul, right?

Geez, what was up with me today? Fangirl conspiracy theories and now I was spitting out good-soul quote things?

"Fang, no offence to your little girlfriend, but right now, judging by your slow breathing and sudden silence, you're about as spacey as Max when the voice decides to mind-rape her." Iggy laughed.

"Mind-rape? Iggy... you're a sick individual. Don't tell Max that- she'll probably punch you." I shook my head.

"Yeah, probably. Not like it hasn't happened before, though." My 'brother' grinned. "So, how come you're up here instead of being emo in a corner, or something?"

"How come you're in here listening to your gir- Ella's iPod, instead of blowing yourself up with the Gasman, or something?" I shot back easily.

"Ah, touché."

We grinned at each other. Well, I grinned at Igs, and he grinned in my general direction.

"Wanna go watch TV? Well, I'll listen, and you can watch. We'll find something with action, you know, manly stuff." He offered, pulling the other headphone out.

"Sure. I'll be sure to describe all the explosions to you." I rolled my eyes, knowing he'd ask that anyway.

"Awesome. For an emotionless rock, you're pretty cool."

"For a psychotic blind pyro, you're pretty- no wait. You're not cool at all." I smirked. He shoved me slightly, and I punched his shoulder. "Wow- guy stuff. I haven't done this in a while." I mused aloud.

"What? You been doing girl stuff? Is there something you're not telling us, Fang? Or is it Fangette?"

"You're a jerk, Igs."

"I know."

A/N;

Sorta a filler chapter. But there was some good ol' fashioned brotherly bonding in there. I need revenge ideas! I've got a few, but I'm always welcome to suggestions ;)

Thanks to everyone who's read this story so far, and double thanks to those who review :)

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-RAIN