***Yours, Forevermore: Ch 4***

A hard slap connected with my face, and an assault of cuss words were launched.

"What the hell, Fang? I don't see you since Paris, and you come back with a *different girl*? You're such a dick, Fang! *What the hell is wrong with you?*"

"Now, Max, that's not fair-"

"The *hell* it isn't fair! I haven't seen you in months! You left me with an entire flock, plus, a horny idiot! How in the *hell* do you expect me to let that go?"

"You were about to,"

"Don't interrupt me! Gazzy and Iggy have been making more bombs, now that we aren't on the run. Nudge wants to get her wings clipped, and Dylan. Don't even get me started about that Ken doll! He's been trying to get in my pants since the day we left Paris!"

"Hold the goddamn phone just a minute! He's been doing *what*?"

"You heard me, he's been trying to get us to do the nasty. Every. Freaking. DAY."

"Oh, hell no!" I yelled. This was not going to happen as long as I was here. The guy needed to go. Max saw my reaction and calmed down a bit, but then flared back up again.

"Why do you care?" she asked furiously. Tears were beginning to make a return appearance.

"Because you're my sister," I said. She was slightly confused at that statement. She collected herself as Maya walked out. I ran and took off, but not before looking back and seeing Max whisper something in Maya's ear. I smiled in spite of my fury. I didn't have to hear what was spoken to know what she meant.

*Take care of him .*

I landed back where my gang was after realizing that I didn't know where the flock was hiding out. Also, I had to pick up the rest of my gang.

"How's the scavenging going?" I asked as I walked through the door.

"It's done, we just have to load it," Maya said. It was strange seeing Max and Maya in the same room, without their hands at each other's throats. It was strangely refreshing. It was like those TV shows, where the sister and the girlfriend get along. I then remembered that they always get revenge together, especially on the boyfriend/brother. I'll have to watch my step, I thought to myself.

"You don't know where we're hiding out, do you?" Max asked. I shook my head in response. "Well, I hope your van can keep up." A smile alighted upon my face as she said that.

"Are you going to help us load?" I asked. She thought for a minute, before deciding.

"No need to load at all, the CSM has provided us with food, and we have Iggy. Just hop in your van and follow me," she said with a smile on her face.

"Okay, everybody load up!" I yelled, hopping into the driver's seat.

IGGY POV:

"Max has been gone for a long time. Maybe I should go check on her," Dylan said.

"It's been twenty minutes, Dylan. Keep your hormones in check," I said from the oven. Dylan sighed as if I didn't understand. Bull crap. I missed Ella just as much, if not more. After we freed her from the radicals who were controlling minds for their cause, she left a message scrawled into the dirt. "I was supposed to have wings" is the most recent memory of her I have. She went under the radar after that, Mrs Martinez and Max are worried sick, hell, *I'm* worried sick.

"What you don't get, is that she's important to me." Dylan said irritably. Nudge had heard that comment and stormed into the kitchen.

"Bull*crap*. She and Fang have raised us for the better part of six years. She may not be our mother, but she's always been there for us. She's important to all of us, even more than you could ever think," said Nudge. I could not believe she was doing this. The only thing that passed through my mind was: You tell him Nudge! That's the girl she was raised to be, overriding the new normal of "clothes and shoes actually matter."

"Okay, whatever," Dylan waved her off with a flap of his hand. That particular action resulted in a flying double-foot kick to the face. The kicker was the resident eight year old mind reader. I was scared for my life, these girls have gotten mean. The thought of what Max would do almost made me want to give up bombs. But of course, it was always weird with her.

FANG POV:

The new hideout required wings to get to, which wasn't a bad idea, especially since they don't get visitors. Until today of course.

"Give me a second, I'll throw the ladder down," Max said as she took off. Her speckled wings glinted in the sunlight as she flew up to the trapdoor. She opened up the hatch and kicked the ladder down to us. Maya and flew up while Star zipped up the ladder. Star was followed by Kate, then Starfish, and finally, Ratchet. When the door was opened, a peculiar scene was playing out. Dylan was on the floor writhing in agony, his face being held in his hands.

"Who do I have to thank for this?" I said, gesturing to the bird-kid in a fetal position.

"Fang!" they all yelled as they rushed me. Angel was first to hug me, aside from the little episode between me and Max. She looked up at me with a big smile on her face.

"How's my favorite little angel?" I asked while Nudge wrapped her cocoa arms around my gut.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking!" Iggy yelled from the kitchen. Always the joker, well, at least he's consistent, I thought. "Anyways, how've you been, man?"

"I've been great," I said to him, to the flock as a whole, "Guys, you remember Maya, Ratchet, Starfish, Star, and Kate?" I said pointing to each one in turn. Dylan groaned in the background and rolled over to see me in the mass of people. He struggled to get up and heal. I noticed that he had no bruises whatsoever. "Huh, whoever kicked him didn't finish the job."

"Sorry, Fang," Angel said.

"What? You reduced this guy to a fetal position?" I asked, incredulous. Man, the girls have gone crazy. Dylan walked up to the group and picked up Angel by her shirt.

"What the hell was that for?" he yelled. My bad-ass parent mode activated, as did Max's. Max swept his legs out from under him, while I planted a solid kick to his chest. He broke through the window that was directly behind him, Angel still in his grasp. As he plummeted to the ground below, Angel kicked him in his jaw, multiple times. That had succeeded in knocking him unconscious, and Angel escaped into the air. Working her wings back up to the broken window, Gazzy shrunk back behind Iggy and I.

"The girls have gotten scary," he whimpered.

"Yeah, I know," Iggy and I said.

"So," Max said as she threw a note down to Dylan, "how 'bout we get caught up?"

**BITCHES. BE. TRIPPIN'. I wrote 172 words in that first argument scene. THAT JOKAH WAS BIIIIG. Sorry to whoever finds that my grammar is being shot to hell by a mutha truckin RPMFG (rocket propelled mutha in' grenade) and does not find that mental image hilarious, but you can tell me that you are offended by my language. And while you're at it, give me some feedback. Back to the note, I was having WAY too much fun having the crap beat out of Dylan. If I offended any Dylan fan-girls, don't worry, he'll be out of the picture soon enough. I beat him because I hate him with multiple fiery passions (you have my permission to use that). If you have any questions about the (my) story so far, post them in a review, and if it pertains to the story that has happened, it will probably be answered. NO MAX SEXUALITY QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED! Also, if I put italics on something, like *actual* italics, it is probably pretty damn important, ANOTHER also, I can't figure out the girl's design, any suggestions are welcome. Bye-bye for now, (smacks camera with a cane) BROWNIE POINTS FOR REFERENCE CATCHERS! **