A/N- Hey! Sorry it took so long. I just got back from Florida, and I've been really busy. But, anyway, here's the chapter you've all been waiting for. THE FAXNESS IS HERE!!!!!!!!! I know you just want to read about our two favorite Flying Bird Kids, so, here ya go!!
Disclaimer- As much as I wish I did own it, I don't.
-Max and Fang-
As we walked a little ways away from where Iggy and Nudge were Fang and I were silent. I was dizzy, and I could feel my face bruising, but I didn't want to bother Fang so I kept quiet.
After a couple of minutes I couldn't stand straight, but I still kept going.
When we stopped for a second at a clearing I didn't notice that I had been falling over until Fang grabbed my elbow.
"Max?"
He was looking at me worriedly, and I tried to smile at him. I painstakingly stood up straight and took a step forward, but I fell. Fang caught me and carefully set me down on a rock.
He stared at me. I stared at my feet.
Finally he started speaking. "Max, why didn't you tell me you were dizzy?"
I didn't look at him. "It didn't seem very important?" It sounded like more of a question than an answer.
He sighed. "Max, you might have a concussion; you've been slapped by a metal hand seven times; you're probably suffering from emotional strain; and your mouth is bleeding." Then he stopped. "Oh crap! I can't believe I forgot! You're bleeding!" Fang pulled off his shirt and started cleaning off my mouth.
He cleaned the blood away from my mouth, while I tried to lift the mood. "No. Way. Me, under emotional strain?" He almost grinned.
Whoa. He was actually that worried?
After my mouth was blood free he stepped back and I stood up. I tried not to stare at his chest, but he was totally ripped, not to mention ho- NO! Bad Max! Bad bad bad bad Max!
As much as I tried not to look at Fang, my gaze kept sliding over to him.
Okay, Max, distract yourself. Okay, um…look, a tree! We went to New York that time, and we slept in those trees and those jerky policemen made us leave and we had to run. And, when we were in New York we got makeovers. That was cool. We also got new clothes, and Fang got a new shirt, and it's a pity, cause if he had walked around without a shirt it would have been fine with m- WHOA! Where the crap did that come from? Okay, new train of thought. What to distract myself with …a rock!
Just then, Fang snapped his fingers in front of my face. I blinked, and realized that I had been spacing out. Ohhh, he put his shirt back on. That's a good thing. Right? "Uh… what?"
Fang sighed. "I said, does anything else hurt?"
I thought for a second, and shrugged. "No. I guess not."
"You guess not, or no."
"No. I just feel a little dizzy, but that'll go away in a bit."
"Whatever." He sat down next to me. We both stared into space for a minute, then I had a great idea.
I turned slightly so I was looking at Fang. "I'm bored."
Fang rolled his eyes. "So? What do you want me to do about it?"
I smiled. "Play with me."
"What?" In case you haven't heard, Fang isn't exactly a big game-player. He likes some games, but some he absolutely hates!
"Please?" I made a puppy-dog face at him, and he sighed. I knew he couldn't resist my puppy-dog face.
Then he smiled. "Fine. What do you wanna play?"
I stood up and faced him. "I want to play…you're it!" I tagged his shoulder and sprinted off through the woods.
I heard him behind me. He was catching up.
We're a lot faster than normal men. Even Angel can outrun a normal man. But Fang was faster than me, and we both knew it.
That didn't mean I had to give up, though.
I sped up a bit, and looked ahead for a clearing. I saw some light, and headed towards it.
When I got there I got ready to take off into the air, where I was faster.
I was just about to fling out my wings when someone tackled me from behind. I flew forward and felt Fang wrap his arms around me, then move as we flew through the air so I landed on top of him. (A/N-Okay, so they're flying through the air, with Fang moving underneath Max as they fly so he won't land on her. Just incase anyone got confused)
We hit the ground with a thud, and I squirmed around. Fang tightened his hold around my waist and moved so his mouth was right by my ear.
"Don't. Move."
I stopped moving. "Why?"
"We're on the top of a giant hill. One wrong move and we could go tumbling down."
So, of course, I craned my neck to see the hill. I heard Fang hiss, and then we were tumbling down. I curled against Fang's chest as branches and rocks struck at us, and Fang hunched his shoulders.
When we finally stopped moving I cautiously lifted my head and looked around. We were at the bottom of a ravine-type-thing, and I could distantly see the top.
I rolled off of Fang and we both stared at the stars.
Fang spoke up. "You okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah. You?"
"I'm fine."
I looked at him. "Really, or are you just saying that?"
"Really. I'm fine."
I believed him and looked back at the stars.
We lay like that for a while, until I suddenly felt like saying something. "Thanks."
Fang stirred beside me. "What?"
I repeated myself. "Thanks."
"For what?" I could barely hear the confusion in his voice.
"Everything."
"Max, I've never done anything to really help you. All I've really ever done is hurt you." His voice was full of sadness.
I sat up. "That's not true! You've saved me every time I fall, you've always helped me, you've always listened to everything I can't tell the others, you've always been there! You've never hurt me without a reason. It might not be a good reason, but it's still a reason. You've always helped me, more times than I can count."
Fang sat up too. "Max, you know that's not true."
I stood up. I had to make him see, I had to make him understand. All of a sudden it was extremely important. "No, Fang, you don't get it. I need you, more than you know. I need you to always be there. I need your help, and you've always been there. You have no idea how important that is to me. No idea how important you are to me, to the flock! I-"
Fang stood up too, and he cut my little speech short when he put a finger on my lips. "Max, do you really mean that?"
Now it was my turn to be confused. "Do I mean it?! Of course I mean it! Fang-"
He silenced me again, but this time with his lips.
I froze for a second, and all trains of thought stopped. I felt Fang frown against my mouth, thinking he had done the wrong thing.
Did I want this? Did I want to kiss Fang, and not have to pretend that I didn't like him, when, I now realized, I always had?
The answer came with perfect clarity.
Yes, I did want this.
I kissed him back. He smiled against me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer as he did so. I threw my arms around his neck and closed my eyes.
A few minutes later we broke apart for air. I stepped back, my eyes on the ground.
What if he just kissed me to shut me up, but he didn't want to break it off because he didn't want to be rude?
My questions were answered when Fang lifted my chin with his hand. He looked me in the eye. "Max? You okay?"
It sounded like he was nervous that I didn't like him!
I smiled up at him. "I'm fine."
He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his chest, resting his face in my hair. I closed my eyes and let the warmth from his embrace warm me up, and keep the chill from the rain-
Hang on. It's raining?!
"Ouch!" I looked up at the sky, and a rain drop fell right in my eye.
Fang looked down at me. "What!"
"It's raining!"
He looked at the sky and blinked. "Wow. I guess it is."
"We should head back. We need to get Iggy and Nudge, and then we need to find the Gasman and Angel."
He nodded and unhappily took his arms from around me.
I looked for a way out of the ravine, but didn't see one.
"Okay, we'll need to fly out."
We unfurled our wings and sprang into the air, and flew off to find Nudge and Iggy.
A/N- So, what did you think? I liked it a lot, personally. I don't mind some light criticisms, so tell the truth. I know it should be a bit fluffier, but I wanted to start the Faxness out slow. Review please, and keep reading! Thanks!
