A/N Thanks to all reviewers. Updates may come slower from now on due to school starting and a fic I'm working on with MRACR

Disclaimer: James Patterson owns all cannon

Claimer: OC's and plot are mine.


I realized something in the week that just passed. Well, it was really my roommate who realized it. I don't get why I hadn't realized it sooner, but I suppose I had a lot on my mind at the time.

What he said to me was that I had limited time, so why was I going over things that we both already knew? I do it to keep me sane. But what he said was true; I started writing this to tell you what happened. If I keep writing what you already know, I might not have enough time to get through everything.

Sadly, this means I'll be skipping past the time when we went out with your friends, when we had that day off from school. Most importantly, I'll be skipping the night of the dance.

However, that night, the night of the dance, is constantly on my mind. I remember it so clearly. It was the happiest moment of my life.

This section takes place from when I left to when I got caught.

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I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and licked my dry lips. I wanted to say something special, something that Ella would remember, but my mind was blank.

I wanted to tell her that I loved her. It was on the tip of my tongue. All I had to do was say those words, yet somehow I couldn't.

I wanted to reach out and kiss her soundly on the lips. I had had the chance yesterday at the dance, but I let it slip by me, and now it was gone forever. The perfect chance, and I let it slip through my fingers.

I had wanted our time together to be special. I wanted her to remember it. I wanted to impress her so much that she would be willing to wait for me. I had no idea when I would see her again, and in the time I was gone, she would probably meet someone else. I wanted to impress her so much that she wouldn't look for anyone else.

And I had failed…miserably.

"When will you be back?" she mumbled under her breath.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully.

"I don't want you to leave." I don't think I was supposed to hear that last statement, but I heard it nonetheless.

I acted on impulse, not stopping to think. If I had, I probably wouldn't have done it. You could learn something from this, Fang. I reached out and held Ella's face tenderly between my hands. I trailed my hands along her jaw line, tracing the curve of her face. I could feel the heat radiating off her face in waves and I couldn't help but smile.

Slowly, I leaned forwards and relaxed my grip. She could slip out of she wanted to, but I hoped that she wouldn't. Our lips brushed against each other and at that moment, I knew that she wouldn't slip away.

I was ready to kiss her soundly, to show her happiness like no other, when we heard the door creak open. Leaping apart and smiling sheepishly, we waited for Dr. Martinez to say something.

Dr. Martinez didn't say a word or mumble an apology; I unfurled my wings and got ready to leave. However, before I could, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Ella. She merely placed a finger on my lips before pulling me down and kissing me firmly on the lips. I blinked a couple of times in surprise before she pulled back. It was quick peck, but it was better than nothing.

"You better come back, Iggy," she whispered fiercely in my ear.

"Believe me, I will." I whispered back just as fiercely.

"You'd better. Otherwise I'll sic Nudge on you."

I shuddered at the thought and nodded my head. Leaping into the air, I waved goodbye and headed off in the direction of Home. That internal compass of mine is really handy.

Reaching into my pocket, I drew out my cell phone. It rang a couple of times before someone picked up.

"Iggy?" asked Fang.

"No, it's Alvin. You know, of the Chipmunks?"

I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Any reason you're calling?"

And so I told him. I told him I was coming Home. I was coming Home to collect some stuff and them I was going back down to stay with Ella and her mother for a couple more days. And I was coming alone. No Nudge, no Angel, no talking dog. No nothing. No one else was coming along. I wanted to spend some proper quality time with my girlfriend.

Calling Ella that, even in my mind, sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race. My girlfriend. That phrase kept repeating itself in my mind and I liked how it sounded. Just thinking about it made me giddy.

It wasn't official yet, of course, but I was hoping it would be soon.

Thanks to my thoughts being distracted, I hadn't realised there were others flying up from behind me. By the time I heard the clumsy wing beats of Erasers, they were already close. Far too close.

Folding my wings, I dropped like I stone. The air rushed past me drowning out all sounds including my cursing at myself for being an idiot.

Flaring, I felt pain coursing through my wings. Zipping off to the side, I ducked down into the park and landed. Good thing it was night. I settled down into a fighting stance and waited patiently.

I listened as they landed one by one. From the sounds of things, there were about half a dozen. They surrounded me from all sides. Taking a couple deep breaths, I relaxed myself completely.

I was scared, though. Not for myself, but for Ella and Dr. Martinez. If they had traced me this far. . . I shook my head. I didn't want to think about.

There was the usual macho talk from the Erasers. You know what I'm talking about - the whole, "Come with me and you won't get hurt" speech. I swear, Itex must have made that speech part of the Evil Minion 101 test or something.

The fight was quick and simple. They underestimated me. They always underestimate me. You'd think they'd learn after the first million times.

They always make three mistakes. The first happened immediately.

One of them rushed me ahead of the others. Sidestepping at the last moment, I lashed out, catching him in the ribs.

Ducking down, I swept his legs from under him. Footsteps came from behind me and I dived off to the side. Standing up, I waited patiently for them to make the next move.

This time, they were warier, circling me this way and that. I licked my lips and concentrated on their footsteps.

They leapt one by one. As soon as one missed, the next would leap in. They kept a constant circle around me, cutting off all routes of escape.

Duck. Sidestep. Move back. Left. Right. Pain. Front. Half step forwards. Dive.

Each Eraser came closer and closer until I could feel their breath on my skin.

I was tired and all I could do was evade them. They gave me no chance to counter. There were too many of them.

Finally one caught me and pinned me to the ground. Lashing up, my foot connected with his stomach and I flipped him over my head into the incoming Eraser.

It was the break I needed.

Coming up into a crouch, I weaved between them, lashing out where I could before I skidded to a stop.

Turning around to face them, brushing the sweat from my forehead and breathing hard, I waited.

This was when they made their second mistake.

Once again they encircled me. I chuckled at their foolishness. I had learned my lesson from last time.

This time when they leapt one by one I used my new acquired Judo skills from my time with Ella and her club. I didn't know a lot, but I knew enough to cause some damage.

This time when they leapt at me, I used their momentum to throw them into another Eraser. Or I would duck under and land a solid blow instead of weaving off to the side.

Plain and simple. It was a walk in the park.

Unfortunately, I underestimated them as well. One of them pulled out a gun and pointed at me. I heard the gun cock and froze. "Here's the deal birdie, you're going to let go of him, and then you'll come with us."

I dropped the Eraser on the ground and turned to face the speaker. "A gun? I mean fighting six on one against someone who's blind is not enough for you? You have to use a gun as well? I mean come on, fight like a man. . . or an Eraser, in your case."

That was their third mistake. They let me distract them.

As I was speaking, I placed with hands behind me and called on my power. Yes I do have a power. One that I kept hidden from everyone else. I won't say what happened or what I did; all I will say is that in the end, I had a bomb in my hand.

"Why say I fight like an Eraser? I've got the upper hand and I'm going to use it."

I raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't say you've got the upper hand." I brought my hands forwards and showed the bomb. "I'd say I've got the upper hand."

"I can shoot you right now and you'd drop the bomb," she stated.

I chuckled and brought it up so she had a better view of the bomb. "Dead mans trigger. My thumb leaves the button and it blows."

"You'd die as well."

"So, I'd be taking you all with me. My motto's always been, 'Go out with a bang.'"

"Mommy, look! They're making a movie!" I froze when I heard the little girl's voice.

"Stay back!!" I yelled. How the hell could she think we were making a movie. I mean, there are no camera's around.

It was useless. The little girl ran closer into the blast radius.

"Come with us now," said the Eraser. "Or I shoot the girl."

I froze. Not good. Not good at all. "Fine," I grumbled.

"Pass the bomb over and then follow me. Make one false move and I will shot the girl." Following her instructions, I passed the bomb over and trailed her meekly.

There was nothing I could do.

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So that's it. That's how I got caught. A combination of underestimation, distractions, and bad luck. I like to think that there was nothing I could do. That not even Fang or Max could have done better.

But I know it's a lie

My only regret is not saying goodbye to you, Love.


A/N Reviews would be nice, criticisms are better. Finally an Iggy chapter that's not 4000 words long.

B/N: just give him criticism, people, even if you're lying through your teeth. He's obviously addicted to them (No I'm not!!). Help a guy out, eh? Give him what he wants and quack.

Wow, I sound so high. (Nope just on fizzy water) I swear I'm not, really. I'm just kinda really tired, that's all. (Sure you are. We all believe you. Honest)