A/N: So I'm on vacation right now. I have computer access….but no Internet. So I'm typing updates for each of my chapters and then I'll post them the second I get back.

Reviews for a sequel to Please Forgive Me were unanimous. Everyone sounded interested. It also ties in with Typical Mutant, so when I get around to posting it, you might want to check that one out as well.

Disclaimer: I think that JP has one of those phones that can get Wi-Fi anywhere he wants. Although if he did, he'd probably use it for something besides FanFiction, seeing as that guy publishes another book, what, every other day? When does he have time to do this? Does he not have a life AT ALL? He lives in Florida, right? So doesn't he ever, like, go to the beach? Grandkids? A wife? Does he have time to eat dinner?

Anyway, enough on that. On with the chapter.

FPOV

Ten minutes later, I had a towel wrapped around my waist while Iggy was going bravado in his jeans. Our wet clothes were hanging over the heater, and for now, I had to deal with the fact that if Erasers attacked, I'd have to fight naked, seeing as I could barely walk in this thing. Iggy kept complaining about chafing which I tried to tune out without success.

Max turned on the TV, and I thought of Total. He was staying with Dr. Martinez, Akila and Magnolia. But I remembered how he used to yell at the TV and annoy the crap out of everyone.

I hit the Mute button.

"How's your mom?" Iggy asked Max. Her eyes hardened.

"I don't know."

"Did y'all have a disagreement?" Iggy asked curiously. He was folded onto the chair in the corner, wincing against the high-pitched eeeee coming from the TV.

We both stared at him.

"Did you just say y'all?" Max asked incredulously.

"No…" said Iggy nervously. He shrank back in the chair, his wings squishing against his back as they dried. I sighed and flopped back on the bed, tuning them out. My wings were soft and shiny, and I folded them under me and closed my eyes.

Max had sure been acting strange lately. Ever since the Flock had disappeared, she'd acted all… emotional and hormone-ey. I recalled when she'd walked in on Iggy and I earlier…she had never been that needy before. I don't think she had ever tackled me like that before. After Paris, and seeing her, and fighting, and all that…it just….it didn't sit right with me. Ratchet took over the gang, and Maya and I took off.

We'd been an item for a while, Maya and I. But…eventually, she just came out and said it. We didn't fit together. And even though she never really said it, there were some things that we both knew like the sky was blue and above our heads. I was still in love with Max. And she was in love with Dylan.

Why did that idiot keep coming in and ruining my relationships? It was SO IRRITATING! As soon as we made sure that he was alive and healthy, I would beat him up and then send him to Maya. I would KILL him and then MAIL him to Maya. In bottles….

….

...

….

"…Fang?"

I opened my eyes and rolled them over to see Max and Iggy staring at me. "Were you asleep?"

"N-no." I sat up quickly, pulling my towel tighter around my waist. Max's eyes followed the movement before shooting back up to my face. I looked at Iggy, and she nodded. Damn his good ears…

"You're lying." Iggy glared at my chin. I reached over and flicked his smooth forehead, and he sat back, rubbing the spot.

"Okay, fine. I was lying. I was asleep." I glared at Max, blaming my recent, well, fractured night's sleeps on her. She grinned, unabashed.

"Let's do something." Iggy rested his chin in his hands.

"Kate or Flock?" I proposed. "Or can we wait for my clothes to dry?"

"Who's Kate?"

Max sighed and filled Iggy in. "She's a girl who saw us and recognized us and gave us her journal. Did you check out that story, Fang?"

"Yeah." I lowered my voice a little. "It was unbelievably creepy. She has a story about…this." I gestured to the room. "About what's happening right now."

"Are you serious?"

"It starts from when we woke up that last morning at the house, remember? When I scared you in your bed? She doesn't have anything before that, though. But, you know, that's really where it started."

Iggy fidgeted. "What are y'all talking about?"

"You said it again!" Max yelled.

"She has these…online stories," I explained. I hitched the towel tighter around my waist. "About…us. About things that actually happened."

"Creepy." Iggy sat back. "Definitely creepy." He glanced at Max. "So does she know about how you guys lost your big V's to each other?"

"What are you talking about?" Max said, looking at the ground and tucking a piece of hair behind one ear bashfully.

Iggy snorted. "C'mon. I'm not stupid. I know what happened. I got a sense for when stuff like that happens."

"Let's not worry about that right now," I said. "We need to find this Kate person. Since she knows so much about us, maybe she knows where the flock is."

"Good idea," Max said, glad that the subject had switched. "I know where she lives. I GoogleMapped it right before I got here."

"Stalker," Iggy muttered. Max glared.

"Let's go," I said anxiously.

"Did you forget something?" Max said pointedly, glancing at my clothes, which were still on the heater.

"Shit. Okay, Max, you read the story out loud, while I wait, so Iggy can hear it."

Max picked up the discarded laptop on the floor, flipping it open. She clicked a few times, and then cleared her throat, glancing over the first few lines. She cleared her throat again. And again. Her eyes widened.

"We're waiting," Iggy informed her.

"I'm sorry," Max said, looking up. "I can't read this out loud. That would be like telling you guys my personal private thoughts. I can't do that! That would be beyond awkward!"

"So what do we do?" Iggy muttered. "I want to know what it says!"

We were silent for a moment. Then Iggy got a wicked smile on his face that automatically wanted to make me crawl under the bed and curl up into the fetal position with my arms over my head.

"I got an idea," he said. He came over and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Max swiveled around in the swivel chair to face him, and I twisted my body to look. "Let's all go around. Fang will start. We'll each tell exactly what we're thinking at that moment, to help Max. Including me." He grinned. I looked at him, horrified.

"No way," I said emphatically. "No way. That goes against my code of manhood. That goes against the code of Fang hood. Sorry bro. No."

"Okay, so I'll keep your Fang cards until it's over," Iggy said impatiently. "How about I go first instead?"

Max let out a long breath through her mouth, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. "Fine," she said. "If you really think it'll help."

"Wait - you're agreeing to this?" I hissed. "NO WAY! Do you want me to say it backwards? You want me to say it in Spanish? How about Japanese? Italics? Bold? Underlined? Get it through your skull. NO."

"Yes, Fang," Max insisted. "For me?"

I gulped. Max would never have given into this before the flock left. What had happened to my Max? And who was this new one?

"Great," Iggy said. "So right now I'm thinking that I really want to hear a good story, but Max is being a wuss, and so I'm also thinking that I'm a genius for coming up with this idea, but Fang is being a wuss, and I'm also thinking that I'm seriously hungry, and wondering why I'm so hungry, and wondering when the last time I ate was, and wondering where I was before this, and why I have this gash on my head, and why I have this huge cut on my chest, and where the others are, and why Max is being so weird, and why I sound so much like Nudge right now."

I stared at him.

"You want me to do that?" I gasped.

"I'm being weird?" Max sounded confused.

"Okay," I said, before Iggy could answer. "I guess I'll do it."

Iggy beamed, and Max leaned forward a little bit, eager.

"Okay. Right now I'm thinking that this is seriously retarded. I feel like I'm doing everything that I try not to do every day. I hate every second of it, but for some reason I can't stop. I think I've been wanting to do this for a while now. I'm pissed because I hate this towel and my head hurts after it cracked the counter twice. I'm mad at Iggy because he attacked me when I was just trying to give him a bath. I'm wondering what's up with Max. She's acting so emotional all the time. I keep wondering if it's me or the flock or something else. I'm also really, really worried about the flock, and majorly creeped out by Kate's latest chapter, in which I saw the exact words that I was thinking up on the screen. I'm wondering about how she knows that stuff. I'm hoping she can help us. And that's all."

My words were met with a stunned silence.

"Let's move on," I said quickly.

Max opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. "Okay. Me…So first, I'm wondering why both boys think I'm acting so weird. I'm kind of freaked out, just by the first few chapters of that story what-cha-call-it thing. I want to know right now where Gaz and Nudge and Angel are, and I want to hold them and smell them and know that they're all right. And… IreallyreallyreallywanttojumpFang'sbonesrightnow."

Yeah, I'd been thinking that same thing about Max, honestly. But I didn't go so far as to actually say it. Jesus Christ. That's what I was talking about when I said she was acting hormonal…

Iggy cracked up. Max's collar turned redder than a tomato.

"Sorry," she said, and hid behind the laptop.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I sat up. "So now can you read it?" I asked her.

Her forehead over the laptop screen was bright red. "Uh, sure."

I lay back on the bed as she opened her mouth and began reading. Slowly she sat up. Her eyes widened as she read on, forming the scenes that I still remembered clear as day. When she got to the part about the seams, her eyes filled with tears. By the end of the chapter, tears were rolling down her face.

Iggy was sitting in shock. "That is beyond creepy."

"So you were talking to that bush," I murmured.

Iggy stood, stretched and picked up his underwear. "I think our clothes are dry now," he said, walking towards the bathroom. "So I'll just put this stuff on and…yeah."

He slipped inside and closed the door. Now that I was alone with Max, I felt myself turning red as well. Max set aside the laptop and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry about that," she said. "But that towel…it's so…."

"Sexy," I filled in for her.

She nodded and tackled me. Her lips were on mine before I could react, her smooth, warm hands on my bare back. I widened my eyes and gently pushed her off.

"Anything we do is liable to become published on the Internet," I reminded her.

"I don't care," she said, kissing me again. I laid back and let her for a few moments, kissing her back. But when her hands slipped to the edge of the towel, I pulled them back.

"Iggy," I whispered.

"He's blind," Max said, now kissing my neck.

"But he's not deaf." I pushed her off again as Iggy opened the door and sniffed.

"Smells hot." He turned his sightless gaze toward the bed, hesitant. "Am I about to regret walking out of the bathroom?"

"No," I told him. "Let me put on some clothes and then we'll get this show on the road."

I AM JUST A LINEBREAKER. DON'T MIND ME. I AM JUST HERE DAYDREAMING ABOUT JORDAN WITZIGREUTER, MY FUTURE HUSBAND. DETAILS IF YOU REVIEW!

MPOV

"Are you sure she's home?" Iggy whispered again.

"I'm sure. Her car is in the driveway."

"But she could have taken a walk."

I had to dig deep for my last shred of patience. "Iggy, she's home," I said, my finger hovering over the doorbell. "So can I ring it or not?"

Fang sighed, rubbing his neck. "Just do it."

Iggy glared at me. "Yes, you may, Ms. Horny."

I glared back (a waste of effort) and pressed the button. No one answered.

"I told you," Iggy muttered.

"Ig, it's been two seconds. Give her a-"

I stopped as the door was wrenched open by a boy, about nine. He stared up at us. "What do you want?" he asked. He sounded so painfully like the Gasman that I nearly broke into tears.

"Who is it, Micah?" a female voice called from inside the house.

"Um…" he called back. "Just a sec," he said to us, and sprinted back into the house. A moment later, a tired looking woman with short black hair and a Mediterranean-looking appearance followed him back to the door.

"Hello," she said, as Micah scampered back inside the house. "Can I help you?"

"Is Kate home?" I asked her.

"Um…yes, I'll get her for you." The woman cast an uncertain glance at us and then turned back into the house. A moment later, Kate rounded the corner. She stopped short when she saw us.

"Shit," she said. She hurried outside, calling, "I'll be right back, Mom! Give me two seconds!" and pulled the door closed behind her.

"Okay. What the hell are you guys doing here?"

"Um…we're…finding you," I said awkwardly. "We need to talk to you."

"Yes…um…" she said, blushing. It was obvious that she'd prepared herself for this conversation, but was now losing her resolve. "Well, we're eating dinner, so can you come over later?"

"Um…sure. What time?" Iggy asked her.

"How about one? My room will have a light on in it…it's around back. Sorry, I know the house is so small."

"It's fine," Fang said. She jumped at his voice.

"Ok. See you," she said, turning to go back inside. "Oh, yeah –" she said, pausing with her hand on the doorknob. "I go by Paisley."

Then she was gone.

Ok. Nice and long chapter for ya. 7 pages in a word doc. So be happy.

So I was wondering. SO many people, like, respond to reviews?...and I was wondering that, if I responded, would it encourage you to review?...and I was wondering if anyone would want that?

Oh, YEAH! I wanted to put this at the bottom so no one would forget by the end. Is anyone interested in Beta-ing for PFM? I really need one. Plus, a beta would also volunteer (hopefully) to beta for Forgiven, the sequel, and would thusly get a sneak peek at the first chapter. It's a win-win for both of us. If you don't know how this would get started, never fear – I am quite experienced with the Beta scene, seeing as I have two different ones already. coughs And they are very dear to my heart. I have an empty space waiting for you in there…just waiting to be filled…

R&R&BETA!