Okay, this will be one of the few updates for a while, I'm in the middle of an art and writer's block and my ability to draw and write effect my grades. which is probably why I'm in trouble right now... But Wonderland by Maximumfairytales is coming on fairly well. Until then... tootles.

Challenger: Ha, I had one challenger! I stole your numbers Myrah? So it was you! I always tuck away small bits of info from stories that I like and well, yeah... there we go... yay one x-ness! Yeah, you got it right, you are a Max/Fang lover, Supergirrl is a Max/Ari lover, and yep I'm an Iggy lover. As my only challenger and the one who guessed Iggy correctly you recieve one of 'Da Ultimate Cookie'!

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Create A Chain

Chapter 7:

Road Trip


"Road trip." I smiled to Fang, opening the door to his room wide. "Throw this on." I tossed him a white coat. It was Sunday, every White Coat was on the first floor except for me and now Fang. I lead him down the stairs and out the back door to our beat up truck.

I climbed into the drivers seat causing Fang to glare. "You don't know where we're going." I pointed out, seeing him grumble about not being able to drive his own truck. I tore out of the parking lot, wanting nothing more than to leave that hellhole forever but knowing that it was impossible.

"What do you want to eat, Mr. I've-had-nothing-decent-to-eat-for-the-past-four-months?" I asked as we entered a nearly deserted road.

"Humor me." His dark eyes lit up. I smiled, I was Max again. I slid in the mixed tape that used to be in his black box, turning the stereo on at full blast, the windows rolled down, Fang in the passengers seat.

We stopped at a Sonic, ordering a huge amount of food, talking like we had just gotten out of our high school classes like the other students in cars around us.

"Dude! I'd never let my girlfriend drive my truck!" A guy said from the overhang while waiting for his food.

"Yeah, why won't you let me drive my truck?" Fang arched a brow.

"'Cause you have a secret intention to kidnap me and the second I hand the wheel over you'll tie me up in a rope and hide me in a cave and escape, leaving me alone for the rest of my life or you'll still kidnap me but not allow me to see the flock again and-" Fang leaned over and gave me a peck on my cheek.

"You're rambling again." Fang's eyes lit up, reminding me of the time at the School where I rambled through my eyes while stuck in a crate. I smiled before our server came with half of our order.

"Going to a party." I smiled to the server, she nodded, still amazed that we ordered so much food. I paid in cash, telling her to keep the change before pulling out of the parking lot with such speed it surprised not only the server but the guys under the overhang. I turned the music up loud, so much that it hurt my sensitive ears and the guy beside us on the road rolled his windows up when the sound escaped from the car.

We drove in silence for the longest time, the wind billowing through the open windows as I did 100 on the back country roads, slowing down only when I heard a cop car in the distance. I had eaten three burgers, five fries, and gone through two and a half sodas when Fang suddenly shut off the radio.

"What's your deal?" His voice was defeaning in the suddenly silent truck. "This whole deal seems so out of place. You're taking me away to see the flock for the holidays, you were happy not long ago and now you're blocking me like crazy. You don't usually listen to that music and you rarely ever blare it that loud, only when you're pissed or something's on your mind, so what is it? Spill." I almost trembled under his gaze, my mind working quickly, trying to find a way out.

"Iggy's birthday is soon, right? What should we get him?"

"Don't change the subject." Damn. "Tell me." My fingers trembled as they gripped the steering wheel, he could notice it, I knew, he noticed everything.

And out of nowhere I found myself in the passenger's seat, Fang driving, going the same speed, buckled in as if he had been driving all along. I buckled myself in, looking out the window, what was wrong with me? I couldn't be sure.

"Just don't kidnap me, okay?" I told him, unable to answer what he wanted to know. I felt him tugging through our link but I pushed him back. My arms cradled myself as my head leaned on the car wall at the edge of the window. My wings itched to fly but my heart felt like lead, what experiments am I working with once I get back?

Oh yeah, 1673, a funny combination actually, they had turned Fang's sperm into an egg and used Iggy's sperm to make this one. I nearly laughed when I read up on it. This experiment was so much stronger and had Iggy's eyes. They were a startling blue but held the ferocity of Fang's.

Warmth suddenly surrounded me and I felt Fang cradling like when we were in the tunnel. I gripped his shirt the same way, welcoming his warmth and burying my head in his chest. The roaring sound of the truck was gone as was the sound of rushing air, just a deafening silence between us as we sat parked beside the road. I felt him break through the barrier that I had put up from getting to my thoughts, my emotions. He sent me pictures of comfort, his thoughts whispered sweet nothings, his emotions calming my heart.

Will you tell me now? He asked so gently he HAD to be speaking in my mind. I shook my head slowly, leaning up to kiss his cool lips for only a moment.

I will tell you when I know what to tell myself. I confessed, wrapping my arms around him, my ear pressed against his heart and listening to its steady rhythm. I felt Fang kiss the top of my head just as I closed my eyes. Please don't let this be a dream, I've given you up too many times already, I just want you to stay…

I'm not going anywhere. The words comforted me as I drifted to sleep for the first time in days.


I woke up wrapped warmly in a sleeping bag, my head resting on Fang's backpack. I was on a stage with black painted wooden floors, lights snapping on as someone messed with the controls. I saw the seats in their neat rows and strained my eyes to see Fang in the control room. He smiled at me and I smiled back I got up from the sleeping bag, nudging it to the side of the stage with the backpack before looking around. Two chairs and a table were set up in the left back corner, an Italian street was on the right side where reinforced balconies stood so actors could look out from above, and to my left was a moth eaten sofa, a deep red, obviously found in Goodwill.

"So why here?" I asked aloud in an actor's voice to Fang.

"It's raining outside and predators were waiting." Fang replied, his own actor's voice echoed through the large theater. He was walking down an aisle calmly, his hands in his pockets. "Are you hungry?" As he spoke my stomach growled, I scowled at him as his lips held a playful smile, he was hiding his laugh. "I'll check the cafeteria but no guarantees." He waved his hand off and took an exit near the stage.

So we were in a school. That makes sense. I rummaged through the bags Fang had brought from the truck and plugging in my stereo. I put on CD and turned it up, letting it echo loudly as I explored the stage. The second floor held the dressing rooms and catwalk where the techies would walk during the show or if an actor had to stand there, like when they did the show 'Chicago' at my school. There were props of stairs and more on the first floor, forest scenes, stained mattresses dummies, and more. I was in the center of the stage again, nothing else to see.

Kicking off my shoes, I sighed, how long had it been since I danced? I used to dance often because it felt like I was flying but I haven't danced in a while. I pointed a toe, part of my weight was pressed against the palms of my feet. And the next thing I knew I was flying across the stage, spinning, leaping, sudden stops, and more! The rush was amazing and when the song finished and I froze when I heard clapping.


Max has always been graceful, more graceful than anyone I've ever seen. She doesn't trip and her head is always held high with importance and royalty but when she loses herself in the music, her emotions spill forward and her body moves with each rhythm made. There are times she dances so fast that I'm glad I can see so well, her expression is always flawless, just like herself…
"You watched?" I was mortified as Fang revealed himself from the shadows in the back of the theater. He was carrying ice cream, burgers, powerade, chips, and cookies in bags.

"Yeah. It was great." Fang nodded. "You know, they make it easy to get food around here, they leave plastic bags lying around, simple locks are easily picked through and burgers can be easily heated up…" He tossed me a burger before jumping on stage in a fluid motion. "It's as good as school lunches can get." He told me, seating himself at the table in the corner. I opened the wrapped burger and saw chicken meat inside. I took a bite of it, letting the music continue to blare as I sat down beside him.

"What's today?" Fang asked me suddenly, it surprised me.

"Thursday, why?" His eyes narrowed.

"You took a week off just so we could drive to New Jersey?"

"Yeah, so? It's so you can get out of your insanity of being in a white room for over two months, get used to it." I shrugged. I took a bite from the small cups of ice cream, gulping it down with ease.

"It would be so much faster to fly." Fang pointed out quietly, nibbling on his burger, his eyes downcast. I looked out at the empty seats, almost imagining an audience watching us with careful eyes.

"I didn't want to fly." I mumbled but my wings complained in protested, the fluttered in my shirt.

"Liar." His voice was loud and defiant as he looked up with his piercing eyes. "Every night you went to bed I heard you wish you could fly. You want to fly as bad as me, maybe even more. Your body is craving to fly but you're forcing yourself not to. Why?"

"Because growing up means letting go." The words escaped my mouth before I could think of anything, my gaze was as defiant as his as my eyes bore into his. He looked away, unable to stand the intensity. I saw frustration etch in his impassive face, anger hidden in it too…

"Letting go?" Fang asked, slowly bringing his head to face mine again, his gaze softer and cooler. "Max, there's nothing to let go."

"There are plenty of things to let go of, you just have to know when you have it and when to let go." I held back a glare and gave him a calm look back.

"Then what do you have to let go of so you can 'grow up'?" Fang made quotation marks in the air. It seemed like Dr. Phil or Oprah between us but we both knew we were hiding our childish temper tantrums.

"The flock, my freedom, my old life, and you." The last word came out so soft I thought he didn't hear.

He heard.

"Then don't grow up!" Fang suddenly shouted, shooting up from his chair. He was glaring at me now and I glared back.

"What do you expect me to do? Fly to Neverland?!" I exclaimed throwing my arms up as I shot up from my seat too.

"That's exactly what I expect you to do!" My mind raced at Fang's words.

"I tried doing that, you stopped me!"

"I wanted you to remember and not be lied to, you had the right to know! Had I known that this would come of it then I wouldn't have done a thing!" His expression was obviously furious. "Stop being stubborn for once, Max!"

"Why should I?" I snapped, this childish tantrum was taking over, our anger melted together through our link, fueling us further. Fang's reason tried to break into my thoughts but I ignored it, always the multi-tasker aren't you?

"Because you shouldn't have to give me up! You always have a choice, the flock doesn't care about safety, they'd rather have you!"

"But I care about their safety!" Our anger was dying, frustration and worry taking its place. Fang growled, his frustration was obviously more.

"When will you stop being a bitch about this?" Fang growled, his dark eyes glared and I glared back.

"When you stop being a whore." I retorted, my worry and frustration subsiding, remembering how we insulted each other for fun.

"Slut." Fang's dark eyes seemed to lighten a bit as he spoke.

"Skank and a half." A smile crept onto his lips, his frustration ebbing away from my mind.

"Slut and three quarters." My mouth opened to retort but I closed it unsure what to say. Fang laughed, thinking I couldn't beat that.

"Paris Hilton." I grinned folding my arms across my chest. His eyes narrowed at me, a mild frown on his face.

"That's a new all time low." Fang's lips seemed to pout a little.

"I know," I nodded furiously, a wide smile on my face, "great job!" He laughed at my expression, there he was. Fang was finally back.


Remember first chapter of Run Away With Me? Brought it back. Ugh, so tired... guess what? I get to do a bus drill this week! Whoot the week before finals where I'm failing half of my core classes! One of them I can pass with my ten point curve but the other, man, I hope I did good on my test.

Challenge: What is your saddest song?

Preview

"Dreams come and go, I wish you the happiest dreams and the best of words spoken, for nothing can ever be said the same way again…" The voice was soft and comforting but I couldn't tell who it was. It was male, low and confident.

It felt like I was in a pitch black room that I couldn't feel the edges of and then a soft fluttering filled my ears. The flock in the distance! I turned in my float and found black and purple butterflies fluttering past me, the black ones had white spots that shined like stars.

Tears stung my eyes and I knew my body was trembling. There were quiet 'goos' and 'gahs' from a baby but why?

"What kind of child is this? A baby that doesn't cry?"

"A perfect monster."

I woke up to a sudden jolt and realized I was sitting in the truck. Tears were streaming down my face and I became aware of Fang holding my hand tenderly.

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Nightwing