I'm taking an idea from Abbi, though contorting it so it fits my "numb" plan. Her other part would ruin my plan of future Fax! Mwahahahaha!

Tank: You know, these evil mood swings are getting really aggravating. And she had ten doses of Advil in two days! It's getting out of control.

Me: You try being a girl on her, um, womanly issue for my male readers. I'M IN PAIN!

JP: And now my ears are. Can we please just continue with the story? I don't want to have to hear all of your complaining.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR. But JP can change all that. J?

JP: Oh, sooooo not happening.

Me: Damn it!

Tank: Thank God. No one knows what she'd do to the series if she got a hold of it.

Me: Well, there'd be a lot more Fax and Fang would realize how stupid he's been and come back, begging Max for forgiveness. Then Max would be her bad-ass self and beat the crap out of him, then they'd make out and I'd hand it back over to JP to write, and me to own! Catherine Hardwicke would be kicked to the curb, with no contract! Mwahahahaha! There'd be lot more blood and guts! GORE IS AWESOME, PEOPLE!

Tank: Your hormones sure are violent.

Me: IT'S A GIFT.

Tank: Your caps lock is still on.

Me: I KNOW THAT. I OWN THE BLACK RABBIT IN THE WINTER! HIS NAME IS PLUTO AND HE'S THE ASTROLOGICAL SYMBOL OF DEATH. MAKES YOU WONDER WHAT'LL HAPPEN IN THIS CHAPTER, DON'T IT?

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It has been a month since we went to church, and we didn't go since. Maybe they only went once a year? I donna know.

It was starting to get colder, though I only felt the tiny sensation of a chill. I was always cold inside, so I didn't feel it much. I woke up on my own will, and looked out the window. There was snow on the ground, and a lot of it. A black ball of fur walked across our yard to Fang's, and Angel scooped the dog into her arms. (A/N: We're not in Arizona any more, are we Toto?) I smiled inwardly. That little girl would be the death of me.

I then realized Dr. M had to get to work. I changed into a gray sweat shirt, some jeans, and black boots. I quietly went downstairs and into the garage. I grabbed the snow shovel and walked to the driveway.

Fang freaking POV

I walked out of the my house wearing warm clothes for the cold weather. Can you guess what color? Come on, guess. You're not guessing, are you? Black. (A/N: Best color ever. Get over it, people.) I looked next door and saw Max in the snow. She was only wearing jeans, boots, and a sweater. Was she making snow angels? No. Was she making a snowman? No. Was she having a snowball fight with a magical snowman? Oh, Hell no. Max was more likely to beat the living crap out of him. What was Max doing? Shoveling snow. And her hands were bleeding.

I walked over to her. "Max. Your hands."

She seemed to just notice they were bleeding. "Huh," was all she said. Then she continued to shovel snow, like it didn't even bother her.

"Max," I said. "Your hands need to be taken care of." I grabbed her elbow. "C'mon."

She yanked her arm away from me. "I can take care of myself, Fang." She threw down the shovel and walked into the house, I hot on her heels. This girl was crazy. And I was sure that's why I loved her so much.

She walked into the kitchen and ran the cold water, running her hands under the faucet. I mentally winced, having done that myself. But Max seemed perfectly fine. She wiped her hands on a towel and opened a cupboard with said towel. She pulled out a first aid kit and opened the antiseptic. I always hated that smell. Max didn't seem to like it either, and she wrinkled her nose which made her look incredibly cute. Did I really just say that? Yeah. I think I did. Stupid Fang! Max isn't cute. She's like a baby Tiger. One second she's cute, the next she's eating you for breakfast.

She applied it to her hands and wrapped them in the bandages. How had she done all of that without wincing? OMG, she's an emotionless brick wall! Did I just say OMG? I'm spending waaaaay too much time with Angel and the girls. Enough! No more!

"Max, what's wrong with your hands?" Dr. M asked, silently creeping into the kitchen. I looked at her from where I was sitting on the counter. How had she gotten in here? She's quieter than me sometimes. And that's really creepy.

"And who shoveled the snow?"

"I did," Max answered. "And I was shoveling snow."

"Oh! We still need to get you winter clothes." Dr. M started to check out Max's bandages and when she saw saw them she frowned slightly. "Max, have you done this before?"

Max nodded and shrugged. Ok then. Obviously she didn't want to talk about it.

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Max POV

I quietly crept down the stairs. I wanted to explore the woods on my own. I had tried going by myself, but the younger kids or Fang or Iggy always wanted to go, too, and I never really got a chance to do anything. Decked out in white and blue – call me paranoid, I like to hide – I opened the back door, locked it behind me, and walked over to the edge of the woods and slipped into the shadows. I looked above me as I walked, seeing all of the trees painted white with the snow. It was actually kinda pretty. A heard a snap somewhere behind me, and turned around, in a fighting stance. A rabbit. A black rabbit. How cute! Did I just say something was cute? Dammit! I need to stop all this mushy feely stuff!

I turned around and started to walk again, my feet shuffling lightly on the soft snow. I walked for God knows how long until I came to a large clearing. I kept walking and walking until I was in the middle of the clearing.

"Max! Get away from there!" someone called and I jumped about three feet in the air. When I landed a loud crack come from under me and I realized something. This wasn't a clearing. It was a lake. I wasn't on the ground, I was on ice. Very, very, delicate ice that I just cracked. I started to slowly make my way away from the crack. Then another sounded, and I started to run. The ice fell from under me and I screamed. I clawed at the ice which didn't help much because – in case you didn't know – ice is a particle of water, and water is slippery, even when frozen. I fell into the freezing cold water and started to kick rapidly, moving my arms up and down. Someone dived in after me, and just as I was about to pass out, picked me up from the water. I breathed greedily, taking it all in. In. Out. Oxygen. Carbon dioxide. I prefer oxygen more, so it took as much as my lungs would allow. Fang carried me bridal style back over to the edge of the woods, going as fast as he could with me in his arm. When he touched me I felt my icy insides crack, letting an unfamiliar warmth spread through me. I shut it down, refusing to feel any of that warmth. I shoved all of my feelings into the cracks, hoping it would hold.

I shivered, over and over again. It takes a lot for me to even get cold, so that water must have been freezing. Worse than freezing. And I was cold to the bone. And that's freezing. Freaking. Cold.

I didn't notice when Fang ran to the back door to my house, I was shivering so much. All that wind hadn't helped my condition very much. He tried to open the door, then swore under his breath.

"Why'd you have to lock the door?" I heard him ask under his breath, but it went in one ear and out the other.

He went over to his house and opened the back door. This was the first time I'd been in Fang's house, but I really didn't care. It was warm. I was cold. Do the math. Fang carried me upstairs to his room and laid me on the bed, and I immediately became a big, wet ball.

Fang POV

I looked at Max on my bed, soaking wet and shivering, her lips blue I walked out of my room and down the hall to my mom's, where I knocked on the door.

She answered and asked, "What is it, Fang?"

I blurted it all out, from the time I left for the lake to the present. Her eyes widened and she said, "Go get some towels and blankets from the laundry room, quickly." She rushed off to my room and I went to the laundry room, gathering as many blankets and towels as I could. Angel walked in, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"What's wrong, Fang?" she asked. It was like she could read my mind. I didn't like that feeling.

"Max fell into the lake," I told her. She gasped. It was in the middle of winter, so it was really cold.

We went down the hall and I knocked. On my own door. How messed up is that? My mom answered, grabbed the fabrics, and said, "Thanks."

I tried to go in, but she stopped me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I have to change Max out of her wet clothes and into dry ones."

Ohhhhhhhhh. Angel rushed into the room and slammed the door behind her. I sat down against my wall, hoping Max would be alright.

Max POV

I woke up in someone elses bed, in someone elses shirt. I brought it to my nose. Damn, it smelled good. I breathed it in deeper and heard a giggle. I turned my head to see Angel sitting there, giggling like a maniac.

"This stays between the two of us," I told her, my eyes narrowed.

She giggled again, but nodded. I stood up, and felt a small chill. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders to find myself in a black button up shirt that went down to mid thigh and a pair of black sweat pants too big. I pulled the cord on the sweat pants and they hugged my hips. That is much better.

I walked out of the black room and saw Fang sitting by the door, his eyes closed and his back slumped.

I cleared my throat and he woke up. "Thank you, Fang," I said in a low voice.

"What was that?" he asked cupping his ear. "I didn't hear you."

"Don't push it." He smiled up at me and my world got a little brighter. Ugh. Mushy, feely stuff is back!Run for your lives! I then fell in love for Fang Jason. I just didn't know it yet.

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Tank: Sanity has just come up with a new form of self-hurt! It's called "headwall". Example: Now.

Me: School *headwall* tomorrow * headwall* uniforms *headwall* Bitchy *headwall* Big mouth *headwall*

Tank: Enough with the headwall! That hard head of yours is gonna break the wall soon if you keep at it.

Me: *slaps Tank upside the head* Be nice.

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