Here are drabbles all the way to 50! I'm not sure if this is a good thing, or a sign that I need to find something else to do!

As a side note, I currently feel like crap. Just thought you might want to know that. : P

Oh, and READ THIS: I try not to make sets of these have something like this is common, I try to have a variety, but it just worked out that four out of these five are based off stuff in the books. Forty-seven is a possible thing from FANG, the next two are about TFW, and the last one TAE. First one next chapter is SOF, too.

Forty-six, the School created their son. They didn't have him; they're still fourteen in that one.

Right, I'll shut up now. Read away!

46. Us

Max dashed down the hallway after her flock as they fled the School. It was only a matter of time before the whitecoats realized they were gone, and there was no time to waste.

It was only a few feet from the door that something to her left made Max stop in her tracks. As she turned her head, her eyes were immediately captured by a pair of serious dark ones.

"Max!" Fang was standing at the door, staring at her. "What are you doing? Come on!"

"Fang," she said, struggling to keep her composure. "Fang, come look."

"No!" He marched over to grab her arm. "You're insane. What're you--"

Fang stopped short when he saw those eyes, the fine blonde hair on the little boy's head, the brown and white wings just barely showing from behind his back. There was no question about it.

Max swallowed loudly. "It's-- us."

47. Why

Yo, guys.

I hate to have to do this. And I wouldn't, unless it was completely necessary. At this point, unfortunately, it is.

I know you all are going to be really mad at me for leaving, and I don't blame you, but please hear me out. They're after me, and me alone. If they find me without the rest of you, they'll kill me and move on. If they find us together, we're all goners. I can't do that to you guys.

Angel, you're a great little kid. I hope you grow up to be as beautiful and sweet as you are now.

Gaz, be a good big brother. I would say try to stay out of trouble, but that'd probably be a waste. Just be careful, okay?

Nudge, I'm sorry about all the times I tuned you out when you were trying to talk to me. I always wished I heard less of your voice, but now I'm going to miss it. You're the best little sister a guy could ask for.

Iggy, you're my brother and the only one I could ever come to with the problems in my love life. Take care of Max for me. I know you'll be a really great second-in-command.

Max. Let the flock know how much I love them. And let yourself know how much I love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm sorry we barely got to begin our relationship.

We may not be related, but the five of you are the only family I have, and that is why this has to happen. Take care of yourselves, and I want nobody-- Maximum "Charging Off" Ride, are you paying attention here?-- coming after me.

Once again-- I love all you guys.

--Fang

48. Hot

"Smooth, Fang," Iggy snorted. "'You look like a girl?'"

Fang narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

"Angel sent me a picture, though," he went on. "And dude-- she is out of your league. Max is hot."

Now he wasted an entire death glare on the blind kid. "She isn't hot, Iggy. She's gorgeous."

"Yeah," Iggy replied, no longer in a mocking tone, but one of sincerity and understanding. "Yeah, I know."

49. False

I put my hand on the back of Max's head, tangling my fingers in her hair. All she was doing was sitting there, hands in her lap, and I willed her to respond-- kiss me back, or push me away, or something.

I tilted my head to kiss her deeper, hoping to encourage an answer. When I got one, my heart skipped a beat as hope bubbled up inside me.

Holy crap, she was kissing me back.

In the cave, she had been totally unresponsive. This was the first time since the beach I got to feel her lips caressing mine. Just like last time, it was bliss.

There was no way I was letting this moment go. I took Max in my arms, winding them tightly around her, sliding my hands under her wings. The miracle was still alive: we were kissing, and she was here, pressed against me--

Suddenly, she jerked out of my hold, stuttered something, and then leapt into the air and flew off, taking all my warm, fuzzy feelings with her. That and all my hopes, which now turned out to be false. All false.

50. Confusion

I was confused, really confused. Fang was my best friend, my second-in-command, and that was all. Right? Yep.

So why did I kiss him?

He was hurt, and I was scared. Maybe even guilty, too, since if he died it would have been protecting me. But it wasn't like I'd been hiding these feelings from him for years and had to admit them before he was gone, like some cheesy book or movie. I mean, I needed him, depended on him, for everything. That, however, was because we were best friends. That's how best friends work. And they don't act like idiots, like me, and go slobber all over each other whenever something goes wrong.

I would say it was a weird instinct, but isn't love an instinct, too? So if I call it instinct, I'm saying I'm in love with Fang. Which I'm not. But if I say I did it on purpose… aren't I saying the same thing?

Ugh.

Overall, I like these five better than the last five.

I feel even worse than I did when I started this chapter. Yuck. Hate being sick.

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