A/N: Me: Hey! Long time, no… update… huh?

Fang: *facepalm*

Me: Sorry- I had my last two days of school and Jr. Olympics states, so I haven't been able to update. But, now that it's summer (okdsaHKbfdsaopjgdsg;jdsgj :D)

I'll update at least one chapter every day. I think.

Fang: *head desk*

Me: Fact: My family just got Netflix, so I (Fang has to too) am watching the entire Lost series. first episode to last, all summer. For free. Instantly on my Wii. That rhymes! Life is so awesome!

Fang: *head wall*

MooMoo: That kills brain cells every time you hit your head.

Rawr: And you don't have many to spare, I hear.

Fang: *glare* I bet platypus and T-rex stew tastes good.

Both: o.O

March 2, 2013

Max POV

Needless to say, Fang hasn't babysat in two months. This is how it went when I got home.

Flashback

I walked into the house, chatting about the movie we just saw with Ella. I liked it, she didn't. She was just giving her opinion of the main actor's acting skills when I gasped. And cussed.

There were holes worn into the carpet. The walls had holes and… footprints?... on them. The TV, couch, wall clock, the lamp, and many pairs of shoes were totally missing. I heard little children screaming and laughing and running around.

Where the bleep was Fang? Why wasn't he controlling this? The kids were two hours late for bed!

I looked around, and sure enough, I saw him. He was sitting in a corner, covering his ears, rocking back and forth, and muttering about 'platypi and baby T-rexes'.

I walked up to him. "Fang, honey, what in the world happened?" I asked.

He looked pitifully up at me. "Kids. Platypus. TV. Fast. T-rex. Disappear. Diapers. Chasing." he groaned, putting his head back in his hands.

I shook my head- I would deal with him later. Right now, I needed to get the children in bed. "Lizzy! Tyler! Bed. NOW!" I heard them scurrying up the stairs and jumping into their beds.

I turned back to Fang. "Why weren't you handling this?"

He stared at me. "Well excuse me if Lizzy has atomic smelling poop, Tyler can run as fast as you can fly, Lizzy can make things disappear, I couldn't catch Tyler, Lizzy kept making herself disappear so I couldn't find her, and I'm pretty sure I'm imagining a platypus and a baby T-rex following me! I'm going to bed!" he snapped before stomping up the stairs.

I shook my head and walked, calmly, mind you- not like some other people around here, up the stairs.

I entered the twins' room to tuck them in. "Why did you guys do that to Daddy?" I asked them as I tucked in Tyler. He shrugged. "'Cause it was fun-ny." I stared.

"When did you learn to talk?" I rasped.

Now Lizzy shrugged. "Me dunno. Now I fink."

I stared some more. And more. Until I thought my eyes were gonna pop out. I swallowed hard. "Um… okay. Uh… night. Love you." I slowly back out, and collapsed on the ground. For some reason, this really bothered me. I sobbed a little.

Fang heard me, I guess, and jogged over to me. "What's the matter?"

I took a deep breath. "They can talk. Like… all of a sudden, they know all these words. And they have these incredible powers. It's scary, Fang. We don't know what's gonna happen with our mutations!"

"Shh. It's gonna be okay. It's kind of cool, actually. All that's left is potty training and flying. Oh. wait. Dear god."

I couldn't help but giggle at his thoughts on potty training. He helped me up, and we went to bed.

Fang and I figured that since Tyler and Lizzy were almost two, we should teach them to fly. They were already running (in Tyler's case, as fast as I can fly), and talking, so they should be able to fly… sort of.

The whole flock followed us outside to watch. Except Iggy. Anyway.

"OK guys. First thing to flying: take off. Running take-offs are a lot easier, because you get more speed. But jumping take-offs are ok too, just a bit harder. We'll try running today." I instructed, They nodded quickly.

I gestured to Fang. "First, you run forward about 10 steps. You jump into the air, and push out your wings. Make sure you're high enough so that your wings don't hit the ground again. Then, use your instincts and just… fly." he said. Wow. I didn't even know his, probably, miniscule voice box could talk that much. Angel giggled.

I nodded my approval. I took off, followed by each flock member. Iggy, of course, tripped and fell. I wouldn't laugh, except he always brags about his take-offs. Tee hee.

Tyler and Lizzy watched in wonder as we gently landed. "Ok!" I said. "Your turn!"

With mixed results. Tyler's first try, he hopped like a bunny and didn't go anywhere. Lizzy's first try, she whacked her wings onto the ground.

Within the next few tries, they both got into the air. They flew for a couple minutes, looking exhilarated. It wasn't their first time flying, but it was their first time alone. I flew up next to them to try and coach them on landing.

"Ok. The easiest thing to do is to just slowly fly downwards. When you get close to the ground, stand up and aim your feet at the ground. As soon as your legs touch the ground, just run to keep the momentum from knocking you down." They nodded uncertainly.

I landed, the noob way I was teaching them, to demonstrate. I watched carefully as they both slooowwwlllyyy spiraled downwards. Lizzy landed first- she wasn't "running" fast enough, so she fell flat on her face. Tyler tripped over his own feet and landed on Lizzy.

Of course, that was the end of the lesson- as soon as they got hurt.

I sighed and carried a bawling Tyler, as Fang carried a screaming Lizzy, into the house. We patched up their knee scrapes, kissed them, and put them in their beds to nap.

We sunk into the couch. "It's gonna take a while." Fang said.

I nodded.

"It took us, like, a couple weeks."

"It's gonna be a long couple of weeks, then." I sighed.

Fang sighed too.

A/N: Me: Yup. Just a short filler chapter. I'm sorry things are moving so slow. This is my longest story ever, and the beginning half is very slow, and the last half has everything else crammed into it. :P

Fang: Maybe your next one will be better. You know, the one where I get taken when-

Me: *whacks with weasel* NO SPOILERS! I am working on another long story, multiple actually, for the near future.

MooMoo: You actually have, like, 25 other stories to write.

Rawr: You know- that long list from Chemistry class?

Me: … Oh riiiiight! Most of them are oneshots, though. Fact: Here is my daily summer schedule- Wake up, eat breakfast, feed cats, water garden, run 1/2 hour, stuff, eat lunch, swim 1/4 mile, tan 1/2 hour, lots of random stuff, watch two more episodes of Lost, type up FF (;D), eat dinner, stuff, 250 crunches/ 35 pushups, bed.

Fang: 'Cause we really needed to know that.

Me: Hmph. I guess I didn't whack you hard enough. *whacks with two weasels* That should do it! OK, guys, I want no less than fifty reviews. That's four more! You guys are awesome, so that should be easy-peasy for you!

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