Just a short one, hadn't had a lot of time at the moment so bare with me ... Please review, and let me know what you think, not just for this chapter but for the whole story so far, or pm me thanks your support.

At the safe house, Sam was in the kitchen cooking something that made all their stomachs growl like erasers. Fang and Max were curled up on a slightly worn sofa and Flick on a leather style swivel chair. Fang couldn't remember a time in his life where everything seemed so perfect he had his sister, his girlfriend, a nice brother-ish and they were all happy. He revealed in the moment, stroking Max's hair. She shivered in pleasure. Flick had one leg on the chair and another dangling off the floor. Her wings were comfortable open and her glances danced across the three people that she considered most important on her life. Sam was shaking various tubs and shakers into a pan, smelling the aroma before adding more. He had music playing slow and was slightly jiggling to the beat.

POV Fang
"Sam, are you dancing?" Flick said, jokingly concerned.
"I believe I am" She got up towards the kitchen.
"Stop! You will ruin everything" Sam shouted, both Max and I laughed.
"No one lets me in the kitchen either..." Max said surprised almost as though the words had escaped her.
"Yeah Max, but Flick can actually cook..."
"Hey!" She swatted me. "But true..." She agreed.
"Why thank you bro" Flick said returning to her chair. "So...tell me about your adventures..." Flick made conversation.
"Yeah, Fang tell me something I can remember" Max held my hand on my lap, leaving her head on my shoulder. Um... There have been so many which could I choose.
"Well with the Flock, we used to do shows and things for a little sum of money when we were friends with our enemy, when we thought they were on our side." What else could I say. "Oh god there was this one time, when Gazzy thought he would use his, er, talents in this board room, that they kept us in. I remember the windows were completely clear, we could break through them, they were like storm proof or something. We knew this because a storm was howling outside stopping us from flying-"
"Damn nature, carry on" Flick added.
"Well, I remember them bringing in some food for us, that über guy, y'know the robot dude?" I addressed Max.
"Yeah, I remember, oh, oh, are you talking about that time they gave us bird seed-" suddenly both Max and Flick could not contain there laughter.
"Weirdly enough- that happened to Sam and I once- we got captured by the men in white and was force fed bird seed- like in those proper bird feeder things- you know the cylindrical things" Max laughed harder, shaking against my shoulder.
"Grubs up" Sam called. Max got up at rocket speed. Damn that girl, if there's food about all is forgotten.
Well, it's not often that we get food, so in your face and I'm hungry!
'In your face' what are you like five.
No but you will be. I found myself laughing under my breath. Sam payed the dishes down, Max wolfed hers down, if you'll pardon the crude pun there. Even losing her memory could not stop who she was.

After dinner we all sat reminiscing about old times, even Max gave a few that she remembered. I couldn't believe how much she could remember, I still couldn't believe she told me she loved me, right after I had. I looked down at her face on my lap, her eyes nearly closing. Come on you, let's go to bed.
But I don't want to, she wined like a child and sat up, planting her legs on the floor and stretching up. She unfurled her wings fully stretching those too. Her magnificent wings. I stood up also touching her left wing at the base then smoothing down the feathers along the top all the way down to the tip. She took my hand and lead me to our room. Sam and Flick were laying on the floor waving us night. Max waved back soundlessly and dove into the room and launching herself on the bed. She then stretched out like a starfish. I pounced across the room following her movement and landing next to her.
We are so immature! She projected to me. Curling herself around my body, slotting into my waist and hips. Then she moved so that she was on top of me looking down, hands by either side of my shoulders so that there was space between us.
"Have we ever kissed in the air?"
"What like Spider-Man style?" She looked slightly confused. I chuckled. "No."
"Oh-" she said. Then leaning in, nose to one side, connecting with my lips. I closed my eyes.
"I want to though" I pulled her down to me, so that her body laid straight on top of mine, without breaking the kiss. She dove her fingers in my hair and I flipped her over so that I was on top of her. Applying little pressure, I lifted her waist up so that her wings weren't crushed. She slid an arm down my back, still keeping one in my hair.
"I love you" she said against my lips.
"I love you too" she laughed a little.
"I love it when you talk mid kiss"
"So do I." I confessed, I could feel her smiling. She slid the other hand down my back. I groaned with utter pleasure as it sent tingles down my spine. But for once good ones. I finally slid down beside her. I felt for her left hand and entwined my fingers with hers, while the right was still in my hair. My own was now on her waist, making circles with my thumb. She kissed harder, pulling my head toward her. I nibbled her lip and she groaned too, Max, god I loved her. I pulled her even closer and slipping my tongue in slightly, she did the same. I flipped her over again so that I was on top. Her legs wrapped around mine. I continued to kiss her, more softly now, it didn't want this to end but I knew how tired she was and slowed down and returning back to her side. She pulled away, rubbing her nose against mine as she went. I opened my eyes. Hers were still closed. I breathed in and out slowly. She opened her eyes and looking straight at me a grin all across her face. She opened her mouth trying to form words but was unsuccessful. We both giggled slightly.
"Wow" she finally whispered. Moving her mouth once more, she laughed a little more. "W- where did that come from?" I hadn't got an answer, she looked down, doing that really cute laugh again. She moved her hand to the side of my head, looking up at her fingers. Then averting back to me. She let go of my hand, moving it under her head and shuffling into the crook of my arm. I balanced my chin on her head, my now free hand around her back and rubbing between her wings. "You smell so good!" She inhaled deeply.
"You're not so bad yourself" she smelt like shampoo and well Max, her ultimate Max-ness.
"Did you just say 'ultimate max-ness'?" She asked looking up.
"I believe I did..." I kissed her forehead. Only now did I realise that the bedside lamp was on. I took my hand off her waist and flicked the switch, a blue darkness descended on the room and brought the night to a close. I began to fall to the realms of my blissful sleep, with Max in my arms.

Narrator POV-
Sam that night, tossed at turned in his sleep, although he wasn't awake he wasn't asleep either. Something was worrying him, troubling him although he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He subconsciously felt the bed for Flick but she wasn't there. He laid there a few minutes but not a sound, not even the flush of the toilet. Oh god, he thought she was gone.

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