Chapter Five
By: Tinkertwin '08
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"Fang...stop..." I looked at who had called me and had to double take. No way in hell am I seeing this right!

"Max..." I mumbled and dropped to my knees.

Fang's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Max was flying and she knew my real name. This really couldn't be happening.

"Fang, please, stop what you're doing and come home." I couldn't talk. There was no way that she was right in front of me. There is no way that she would be able to recover that quickly.

"No..." I mumbled. "...It's not you, it can't be." My voice was just barely a whisper but I knew she could hear me.

"Fang, please, everyone is worried about it. Just come home." Max kept calling out to me. "Fang, it really is me. Iggy got the tracking devise out of me. Angel and Nudge are worried about you, please come back." I just kept staring at her. I know you can't recover that fast.

"It can't be you. There is no way it is you." My vision started to blur and I could feel a tear fall down my cheek. Deep down I knew it wasn't her but for some reason it wasn't clicking in my head.

"Fang...please..." She held out her hand and I noticed she was closer to me. She said something else my head was too packed to notice.

Angel...I need help. I'm seeing Max. I sent to Angel. I could tell something was wrong with me.

I stared up at Max and blinked a few times. My vision was starting to clear as the tears faded away.

"Help me Max." I whispered as I took her hand. As soon as she pulled me up, I blacked out and felt myself falling.

Max's P.O.V.

I was seeing Nick. He was in the junkyard and was tearing about a car. He seemed hurt. What happened that made him hurt? I need to get him home so I can find out.

"Fang..." Fang?! Who was Fang? I tried to call out Nick but it wasn't happening. "...stop..." He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

"Max..." He fell to his knees. Well he knew who I was but how the hell was I here at the junkyard? Last I remembered I was at the park. "Fang, please, stop what you're doing and come home."

"No..." He mumbled. "...It's not you, it can't be." Something was wrong with him. I could just tell. This wasn't the Fang I knew. He was never this torn apart.

"Fang, please, come home. Everyone is worried." There has to be something I could do or say that would make him realize it was me. "Iggy got the tracking devise out of me. Nudge and Angel are worried about you. Please come back." There was something wrong with him. For some reason I could tell that something was wrong with him and that he needed to get back to my mom.

"It can't be you. There is no way that it is you." A tear fell down his cheek and it clicked what was wrong with him.

"Fang...please...you're sick and Dr. Martinez can help you. Please just come back and everything will go back to normal." I could tell that he wasn't paying attention and by the look on his face he was trying to get Angel's attention.

"Help me Max." I think it clicked in his head that something was wrong with him too...

I could feel something being pulled out of my back. I winced a bit and fell back on to whatever I was on.

"Fang..." I mumbled. "...He need's help. He's sick." I had no clue who was working on me, if they were listening to me, if they were going on to do anything, or if they believed me but I had to get him help.

Iggy's P.O.V.

I heard what Max said and I looked down at her. Was it possible that even though she doesn't remember Fang that her mind still does in a way?

"Angel!" I yelled. Soon Angel was opening the door and I looked over at her. "Close the door." I heard the door click closed and soon felt her hand on my shoulder.

"Fang need's our help." I could hear the concern in her voice.

"I know, Max told us. Can the three of you lift Fang? I get the feeling he's unconscious and that he isn't getting up any time soon."

"Max told you?!" If I could see her face, I know it would be in total confusion.

"Stay focus! Can the three of you lift Fang?" I needed her to stay focus. We have got to get him back.

"I don't know. He's gotten heavier with his height." Why did I get the feeling she was going to say that?

"Ugh! Okay. Dr. M. can you finish up here?" I looked over at her.

"Yeah I know what to do. Go find Fang and bring him back." I could hear her go back to what she was doing.

"Angel, help Dr. M." I said heading out the door. "Gasman, let's go." For some reason I just knew Ella was out front. I don't know how but I just did.

"Where to Ig?" Gazzy said coming up next to me.

"Out back, to the junkyard. We have to go get Fang. With the two of us we should be able to carry him back." I opened the door and Gazzy closed it behind him. We lifted off and headed toward the junkyard.

Getting there was easy. The problem I couldn't see was how we were going to get Fang's dead weight off the ground and into the air. That's right, he was unconscious or so I heard. We landed next to his body and I looked down.

"You get the feet and I'll get the arms." I told Gazzy.

"Gotcha Ig." I bent down and picked up both of his arms. "Ready."

"Ready." I said. "Up and away." At the same time we bent our legs and jumped into the air letting our wings catch air. We almost dropped Fang at first but quickly caught him and was able to get high enough in the air and enough speed to get him back to the house before we dropped him.

Landing, we set him down and I tried to calm down my breath.

"Doc, you got a stretcher or something?!" I called out. She came out and had a dolly.

"Yeah, put him up here." We bent down, picked him up, setting him down on the dolly. I sighed in relief as I heard the wheels go into the house and as they distanced to the back of the house.

"Ig, don't you think that you should follow just in case she needs your help?" I heard Nudge ask to the left of me.

"Unless he has a tracking devise in him too, there really isn't anything I can do." I sat down on the couch and continued to listen to whatever was on the TV. It happened to be a Sham-wow commercial and I hate those. I got one not to long ago and it definitely doesn't work like they say it does. That pissed me off.

"Well, I guess that's true." I heard Nudge start to walk away and I felt around for the remote. It used to be right on the arm rest.

"Nudge, where is the remote to the TV?" I asked.

"On the other couches arm rest where you were." I made a big 'O' with my mouth as I realized that she was right.

"Thanks."

"No prob." She walked away and I got the remote changing it to the cooking channel.

Angel's P.O.V.

I was still helping Dr. Martinez with Max when Iggy called. Apparently Fang was back and was unconscious. I have to tell you, something is really wrong with my family. The door opened and made room for Dr. M.

"How's Max doing Angel?" She asked placing Fang next to Max.

"She's fine, her heart rate has finally calmed down and her mind has stopped racing. It is stuck on one thought though and that's Fang." Dr. M. looked at me with a bit of confusion on her face.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She started checking over Fang.

"It's both. It's a good thing that she is remembering us…well Fang…but it's also bad because she needs to relax and she won't be able to do that if her mind is worried." She just nodded her head. I knew she heard me and I also knew that she needed to figure out what was wrong with Fang. It was and is so unlike him to pass out like that.

"Angel, do you hear anything from Fang that could tell us why he passed out?" She quickly glanced at me and I walked over standing on the left side of Fang. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on his thoughts.

"He's worried about Max. He doesn't like the fact that she can't remember us. He wants the original Max back, the one that takes charge, who isn't afraid to fight. She doesn't like this Max that is all…girly. He's also confused…" I looked up at Dr. M. "He thinks he saw Max at the Junkyard." All the blood drained from her face and I could feel mine becoming similar to the expression she had.

"Is that possible?" I asked Dr. Martinez. She didn't say anything and just continued to stare at me.

-- Sorry for the long update and such a short chapter. I'll try to update faster but I can't guarantee anything. R&R --