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Fang POV

Max... What were they doing to her? Was she dead? I couldn't live without her... I wondered for the hundredth time. I didn't know what to do, and this was driving me insane. I'm telling you, if you find me in some asylum two days from now, it was all the fault of wacko scientists who lost the ability to be... well... normal. Sane. Not retarded. However you might wanna put it. After 3 hours of constant thinking and talking to myself (again, the scientists' faults, not mine), Max finally came back, her arm strapped up and her face pale. I crawled to her in the crate and hugged her, hard. I thought she was dead. But there she was, talking to me, and her eyes went wide.

"Whoa!" she said, but smiled. Her eyes were layered upon with emotion, each a different one, but I managed to spot a few- anger, guilt, confusion and... wait, was that trust? Hmm. Interesting.

"You're alive."

"Yes, very much, thank you." She rolled her eyes, but a grin replaced her smile.

"You're very happy."

"And you're Mr. I State The Obvious. I know, genius."

"Yep, I am one."

"Well, if you were a genius, we would be out of this crate, for one. You would actually be a good leader, for another. You would recognize the way people feel, lastly. I'm quite the spokesperson, am I not?" Her grin got even wider. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. Now I was starting to get worried. Why was she so happy? She had a cast. She should probably be groaning or something. What was wrong?

"Making you feel bad is my job!" I said, and she winced. "What?"

"I'm.. making you feel bad? Sorry." Wait, did Max just say the s word? Shoot me!

"You.." I cracked up, "You said sorry..?" I started to burst up in laughter. This was one of the rare times she ever said that word, and why would she say it right now? What the hell? Confusion is putting this lightly. Her eyebrows crunched together, and her smile turned upside down.

"Did I do something wrong?" Yes, yes you did.

"No, not at all. It's just... it's rare to see you like this."

"Ditto. I haven't seen you smile in such a long time, I thought your face had lost the ability." Since when did Max say ditto? Oh, right, she said that one day when we were around 10 because Jeb said it once. But she never repeated it after that. Ever.

"Max, what's wrong?" Panic raced through the owner's eyes. Why panic?

"I'm happy."

"No, other than that."

"Oh, nothing. Nothing!" she said, and she laughed nervously. Something was definitely wrong. But what? I raised an eyebrow. "You don't trust me, do you?" Ugh, not the trust thing again.

"I trust you alright." Not. "Let's go to sleep." Stay up and talk to me! "We'll talk about this later." TALK TO ME NOW!

"K." She nodded, and went to sleep. Okay, what was up with her? God, please don't let this be something bad. Please. I begged silently for the rest of the night, and slightly wondered what was wrong with my Max. Please let it be Valium or something. Please don't let it be... I was so stupid. How could I have been so clueless? The answer was right in front of me the whole time. Oh,god, why?

(A/N: This is the point where it was originally going to end, but I felt generous. ;] So... read on!).

Max POV

I scrunched my eyes open. I was on a bed. A hospital bed, to be exact. I looked at what I was wearing- instead of the usual tee and jeans, I had a green hospital gown on, and let me tell you, I don't like gowns! What was I doing here? I looked around, confused, as a doctor walked in. She was a lady, with her platinum blonde hair, obviously dyed, tied up in a bun and she carried a clipboard. She was obviously very young, and extremely pretty, although I couldn't exactly see her face too well.

"Max," she said, coolly. I recognized her voice immediately. WTF?

"Brigid Dwyer," I sneered at her. She flinched. I had that power on people.

"I hear you bled yourself to almost infinite death. You owe it to me to be alive right now."

"Stalker much?" I said, smiling. This was going to get fierce. I could feel it.

"Excuse me?" she said, surprised. Good.

"Excuse yourself. By the way, how does it feel to be the Devil's twin sis? You both have the same horns and ugly face." I smiled wider. God, this felt so good, especially because I hated her from the beginning (read The Final Warning if you need more info on that.)

"I would watch what I was saying if I was you."

"Well, you're not smart. You're not pretty. You're not athletic. You don't have two guys head over heels for you. You aren't me." Her eyes went wide at the comment.

"Remember what I just said, Ride."

"And why, exactly, would I do that?"

"Because I have Fang in a crate. Trapped." Okay, score one for Brigid. But I didn't show that I was uncertain. Instead, I grinned at her.

"Right. Why would I trust your ass, again?"

"There." She pointed to the screen, that was reeling down in front of me, blocking my view from the doctor until she stepped near me. A video showed up. I blinked.

Fang hugged Max III. Oh COME ON! Another me?

"Whoa!" Max III said, smiling. That bitch.

"You're alive," Fang said.

"Yes, very much, thank you." She rolled her eyes, but a grin replaced her smile.

"You're very happy."

"And you're Mr. I State The Obvious. I know, genius."

"Yep, I am one."

"Well, if you were a genius, we would be out of this crate, for one. You would actually be a good leader, for another. You would recognize the way people feel, lastly. I'm quite the spokesperson, am I not?" Her grin got even wider. Good one, Max III!

"Making you feel bad is my job!" Fang said, and she winced. "What?"

"I'm.. making you feel bad? Sorry." Wait, did I just say... sorry?

"You..You said sorry..?" Fang said, cracking up.

"Did I do something wrong?" NO DUH! YOU SAID SORRY!

"No, not at all. It's just... it's rare to see you like this."

"Ditto. I haven't seen you smile in such a long time, I thought your face had lost the ability."Since when did I say ditto? I saw confusion of Fang's face.

"Max, what's wrong?"Fang asked. That's my boy.

"I'm happy." Right.

"No, other than that." Smart-ass Fang strikes again. I smiled.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing!" she said, and she laughed nervously. "You don't trust me, do you?" Max III said. Don't blackmail him! That's my job, you slut.

"I trust you alright. Let's go to sleep. We'll talk about this later." NO! FANG DON'T DO THAT! That's when the video ended.

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