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1) My explaination of why Fang isn't a dead man is sorely lacking in any real scientific evidence, and i honestly couldn't care less. Just shut up and deal with it!

2) I have one scene towards the end that could be considered Figgy-ish if you were on crack, I suppose, but the story is FAX, and it is strictly a sibling moment of one brother discovering the other isn't dead.

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I stared at Fang. What the hell was going on? Was this another trick from the Whitecoats, trying to make us bend to their will again?

I just . . . couldn't think. My mind shut down on me as I stared blankly down at my lap, breathing way too fast.

Unfortunately, Fang looked just as confused. But even more than that, he looked . . . scared. And that just made me feel worse. He needed me right now, and I couldn't bring myself to move.

"M-Max?" He reached up slowly, the pads of his fingers lightly grazing my cheekbone. He extended his thumb, tracing my lower lip so softly I could barely feel it. He slid his first two fingers under my chin, his thumb still resting on my lip, and lifted my face so I was looking at him.

"Max, please . . ." I felt his other hand grab mine, intertwining our fingers.

Slowly, my mind came back online, and I got back the power of rational thought. "Oh, Fang . . ." I whispered. I reached out and threw my arms around him, crushing him to me with all my strength. He returned the embrace with an equal amount of force. A few tears slid down my face, and it took me a minute to realize that Fang was actually shaking, his body quaking almost violently in my arms.

I stroked the back of his head. "Shh, Fang, it's ok. I'm here, you're ok . . ."

I'm just happy to have him back, I thought to myself. I don't even care how it happened.

I could tell you, Max. It took everything I had not to jump as Jeb's voice sounded in my head.

Get out of my mind you worthless piece of crap! All of this is your fault! I don't have anything to say to you!I thought viciously.

You're not interested in how Fang just came back from the dead?

As far as I'm concerned, he's freaking Superman, so . . . no, I can't say that I amOh yeah, let's here it for being snide and cheeky! It was either that or break down crying cuz of what he had done to us.

Max you were designed to save the world. The Flock was designed to assist you, almost like you're . . . sidekicks I suppose. But Fang had something slightly different about him. He was designed to be you're replacement and save the world if you were ever killed or incapacitatedBut over the years, you both developed a bond. You became closer, and that bond affected your very DNA. You and Fang are more than soul mates. You're genetic equals. Between what he was made to be, and what you two became, he can't die until you do.

You're kidding me.

No, I'm not Max. You and Fang will be together until you die, and at a ripe old age too, I might add, sweetheart.

Thanks for the information, Jeb, but this doesn't change anything. You lied, and you betrayed us . . . again. We can't trust you ever again. So, I'm going to say goodbye one last time and ask you to leave.

I understand sweetheart. I know it doesn't mean much, but I am sorry.

You're wrong. It doesn't mean anything. Please go.

And he did. I was finally the only one in my head. And that's how I wanted it to be.

I realized Fang hadstopped trembling, and I pulled back to look at him. "You ok?" I asked, my voice slightly betraying my desperate pleading for his answer to be 'yes'.

"I-I'm not really sure," he frowned.

"Can . . . can you walk?"

I stood, and helped him do the same. He was ok! His legs carried his weight and he took few experimental steps. A huge grin split my face and I ran to him, throwing myself into his arms. He caught me and spun me around, holding me close.

Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I took a half-step away from him. "Fang . . . what about you're wings?"

"Y-you knew about those?"

"I saw the scar, but I didn't know what happened."

"They clipped my wings so I couldn't escape."

I was beginning to think he was justified in killing them.

I stepped closer so my body was almost completely pressed against his, smirking as I heard his breath hitch. I brought my fingers to his shoulder and stood my tip-toes so I could see over it to his back.

There was nothing. Not even that ugly scar marring his bare skin.

I stepped back again, smiling. "Try them out," I whispered.

He extended his wings slowly, groaning softly as it did. The tip of each wing grazed the walls opposite each other. Which, by the way, means he has almost a seventeen foot wing span.

"Oh, that's the best that that has felt in years," he moaned happily.

I walked back up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, linking my hands behind his head. His hands came to rest on my hips, pulling me closer so my body was pressed against the bare skin on his chest and stomach. His wings came around us as he dropped his lips to mine.

I sighed and smiled against his mouth as his tongue massaged mine.

Everything was falling into place.

IGGY POV

I held Nudge as she cried, my own tears dried up at this point.

I felt more lost than I had when he 'died' the first time. Ok, that's actually a lie. This is the most lost I've felt ever. I just . . . couldn't believe he was gone for good.

I frowned over at Angel when I suddenly heard her gasp. "I-Iggy . . ."

"What is it Ange?"

"I-I . . ." She couldn't speak.

I figured it had something to do with Max, so I closed my eyes and listened to the noises upstairs. There were . . . two heartbeats? Oh, no, Max was in trouble up there! Based on the ragged breathing I heard, from her and whoever else was up there, she was being attacked.

Such wonderful goddamn freaking timing! (That's the sarcasm of an uber pissed and hurting Avian American, for those of you a bit slow on the uptake . . .)

I slid out from underneath Nudge and jogged up the stairs two at a time, yelling back over my shoulder for them to stay in the living room.

I stood outside Max's door, desperately yanking on the knob. Unfortunately, it was locked. I hit the solid cherry wood door with an open hand. "Max!" I called. "Are you ok? Open the damn door, Max!" I heard a click as it slowly swung open. "Goddamn, Max! Don't do that to me! Are you alright?"

"Well, yes, I suppose I am. Thank you for your concern."

W-wait just one freaking second. Max doesn't sound like a dude. That was . . . oh god. Oh, oh my god. "F-Fang?"

"Yes, Iggy?"

"Oh, oh holy hell . . . you--you're alive!"

I reached out for him hesitantly with one hand. I was way to emotional right now to be able to actually focus, so I was having a hard time finding him. I was so confused (and hyperventilating) I was having trouble standing up straight. I didn't want to even think about how bad my hand shook right now.

But he got that, and I felt his callused fingers grip my shoulder tight, giving me a point of origin to find his as well. I tightened my hand in an unbreakable hold on his shoulder, my breaths coming faster.

"Are you alright, Ig?"

"Y-you're a-a-alive."

"I think we established that."

In a moment of . . . I dunno, desperation? Relief, maybe? Whatever. I reached out to grab his other shoulder with my other hand and pulled him into a massive bear hug. "You son of a bitch," I laughed through my tears into his ear.

He laughed a little bit too, and it was one of the best things I'd heard in years. "Hey, Ig?"

"Y-yeah, Fang, what's up?"

"I love ya too, bro."

I pulled back chuckled again, and punched him lightly in the arm. "You sap," I sniggered, my eyes still watering. So maybe god isn't a heartless bastard after all.

I mean, come on. He just saved our family from total destruction.

I heard Max's giggle and felt one of her hands on my forearm, sliding down to grip my hand comfortingly. I felt her move back slightly, meaning she was probably leaning against Fang. "Told you he'd be in shock!" she laughed.

"He just came back from the dead," I said indignantly. "What, did you expect me to be standing here perfectly lucid with a fresh baked cake in my hands?"

Max snickered again, and I could practically feel Fang rolling his eyes.

But to tell you the truth . . . I didn't give two shits. My brother was alive and my family was whole.

What more could a blind, flying genetic anomaly want?

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