A/N: I tried really hard honestly, but a few swear words did manage to slip in there, it just wouldn't be the Twelve Days of Christmas attitude without it, sorry and it will be getting a little violent again... But, if it doesn't bother you then, here it is...

12 Days Of Christmas

5th Day Of Christmas Part 1

Melody (Max) POV

Time: Sunrise

Date: 17th of December 2015

The instant I was morphed into my little girl form I went streaking down the hall and skidded to a halt in front of the door. The door to a room that I had spotted out of sheer luck, while going through the air vents the night before. When I did find it I was so excited, still am. But through the grill and poorly lit room I could make a few key features, which all pointed one thing – person, I should say. It looked like it was Iggy's room.

I looked at the door. It was a plain white and didn't have any distinctive markings on the front; looked like any other door in the house. I would have continued to walk right by it, had I not spotted it last night. But why would I have noticed it? Hardly anybody mentioned him while I was there and I hadn't even caught glimpse of him…

The more I thought about it, the louder the alarm bells started going off.

I knocked on the door and crossed my fingers (stupid superstition, I know, but else could I do?) and waited in vain hope that Iggy might be inside.

I had originally intended to just barge in and have a look around to see if he had a pot-plant growing drugs in it, then the whole family would be in on it. Gazzy smoked it, Nudge injected it and Iggy can sell it. Only reason I didn't barge in was 'cause the stupid doorknob was too high up for me to reach.

I was giving said doorknob daggers eyes when I was startled to hear the creaking of the door opening slowly. Also, staring in disbelief as Iggy popped his head out from the door and into the hallway.

I took a good long look at him. Inhaling deeply each time I discovered something that had changed, since the last time I had seen him, and oh boy, let me tell you, a lot of things had changed. Like now, he had the biggest bags I have ever seem under his eyes; his see through; his hair was thin and wispy. All of it making him look like he was really sick.

Then the thoughts popped into my head. What if that was the reason nobody was talking to him? He was sick.

He was looking around to see who had knocked – well, more like trying to hear who was there. He reached out with his right hand and expecting somebody taller, he took a swipe at the non-existent person and got a fistful of air.

His movement caused a rush of hair to hit me in the face, along with a rather pungent scent. I breathed in deep and set about analysing the smell and the results fresh from the lab were: Iggy smelt like rotten eggs.

I had no idea what to make of it. Iggy smelt like rotten eggs? He smelt like rotten eggs. Why did he smell like rotten eggs? Ugh. Well, at least he didn't smell like smoke.

Shaking my head free of any distracting thoughts and blowing the hair out of my eyes, I spoke up and announced my presence.

"Hi, my name's Melody. What's yours? Is it Iggy?" I used my best innocent little girl voice.

Iggy's cloudy blue eyes swirled in rage and he made another attempt to feel up the air above my head. What the hell is he doing? Maybe, he hadn't recognised my voice from when we were younger.

I took a step closer and made sure that I spoke clearly as possible, "Iggy?"

He abruptly pulled his hand back and looked down, his eyes shinned with recognition for a few precious moments before retreating back to the swirly mist of rage. He was staring right through me. I shuddered. It was moment like those that made you forget that he was blind.

"Nice try Gazzy!" he growled, before withdrawing his head from the hallway and back into his room and slamming the door in my face.

What the hell was his problem?

Trying extremely hard not to feel too insulted, I began knocking vigorously once more.

After a while, he threw open the door and I got to see the whole of him, standing in the doorway. I took a few steps back; I don't even remember Fang looking that scary.

"Look, Gazzy, I'm not making breakfast for you! I've got a big case, which was meant to be finished, as of now: yesterday. So do me and the world a favour and bugger off!"

The inner child got the better of me and I stamped my foot, let out a shrill scream, knowing that it would hurt is ears, "I'm not Gazzy. I am Melody. Max's little sister!"

His eyes looked up from me and he had look a of relief on his face as he called out, "Angel? Angel! Will you please come and get rid of this nuisance also known as your brother?"

"What?" Angel called back from down the hall.

"Will you come and remove the pest! Please?!"

"What are you going on about Iggy?" Angel moaned, coming out of the bathroom, four doors down from Iggy's room.

She was in a thin singlet top, matched with barely there shorts. Not to mention, the toothbrush that probably the reason she had sounded so funny and of course the beautiful disarray of bed hair.

"Will you mind control Gazzy or something? I don't want to be interrupted anymore this morning."

Angel looked from me to Iggy, Iggy to me, me to Iggy and you get the point: it was like watching a tennis match.

She finally stopped and took her toothbrush out of her mouth and swallowed. "It isn't Gazzy."

"'It isn't Gazzy'," he groaned, running his hands through hair and staring at Angel annoyance this time, "You have got to be kidding me! Both of you?" He gestured to me and got frustrated when he couldn't find anything, again. "Wherever the hell he his and you! Trying to play some kind of joke?"

"It isn't a joke Iggy," said Angel, toothbrush back in her mouth and on her way back to the bathroom.

I heard the door close and I took a peek at Iggy's face. Man, was he ever confused. His expression became hopeful once more as he looked up to the other side of the landing.

"Nudge! Will you tell me who is standing there? Even though I know it's already Gazzy!"

Nudge cruised by as a flash of colour, leaving a trail of her perfume. Her answer cast behind her, my ears just catching her singing, "It's not Gazzy."

Iggy was looking crestfallen now.

"Told you, I'm not Gazzy," I stuck in quickly.

"Quit it!"

"I'm not. Everybody else said so!"

"No they didn't. It's just that everybody in this place is freaking high!"

"No. You just can't accept the fact that you can't identify me."

His posture slumped a little and he braced himself against the doorframe. "Gazzy, I'm warning you. If you don't leave me alone then I'm gonna..."

"I'm not Gazzy."

"Stop it, Gazzy!"

"How about you stop it, Iggy? I'm Melody, not Gazzy. Max's little sister, not Angel's brother."

"Fang!" he roared, pushing past me and charging down the stairs. I followed him, running as I tried to keep up pace with his long legs.

"Fang, where are you?"

I ran into him as he took an unanticipated turn into the kitchen; calling Fang's name again as he did so.

"Lounge room, Iggy and knock off the shouting already!" Fang finally replied.

Iggy sprinted to the lounge room, I was hot on heels, but by the time I got there, Iggy was already telling Fang the load of crap that Gazzy wouldn't leave him alone.

I made my way over to the couch where Fang and Iggy were sitting and talking, treading lightly on the carpet and my gaze remaining fixed on the floor. I couldn't look at Fang.

"Look, he even followed me down here!" Iggy proclaimed, pointing at me and managing to jab me right in the head this time.

"Ow," I squeaked.

"And there's the voice he's using."

"Iggy..." Fang spoke softly; sending shivers through my spine.

"Noway. No. No. Not you Fang. Of all people." Iggy caught on by the tone of Fang's voice.

Fang sighed and it sounded like he closed something. I dared to let my eyes travel up and I saw that he had his laptop on his knees. I caught a glimpse of his hand and saw fingernail imprints from yesterday. I hastily adverted my gaze back to my new shoes.

"Iggy," he started with extra patience audibly in his voice, "it isn't Gazzy."

"How did you get roped into this?"

"I didn't get roped into anything. I'm just stating the truth, Iggy."

"Are you high too?"

"What?" His patience was gone now.

"Never mind," Iggy muttered.

"Fine." Fang opened his laptop back up and resumed typing. His version of a dismissal.

Iggy leapt of the couch and marched back into the kitchen. So angry that he lost his focus and nearly tripped on a stray chair. Which, incidentally just made him more pissed.

He racked a chair out from the counter and sat down noisily. Banging his elbows on the counter, for extra display. He his out a breath through his nose and then slumped down headfirst; the mop of strawberry blonde hair covering his face from view.

He didn't even look up when the real Gazzy strolled into the kitchen and over to the sink, whistling the tune to the lullaby that I had to sung him. I smiled secretly to myself.

The whistling was cut short as Gazzy backed up a few paces and saw who was slumped all over the counter. He looked shocked to see him; wide eyes and open mouth gave him away. I waved to him and he waved back, oblivious that he was even doing so. Huh. Guess that meant that Gazzy hadn't seen Iggy for a while.

Gazzy gulped and was reached forward to poke Iggy when, Iggy's hand shot out and grabbed his finger, feeling it for the fingerprint. "Hah. I knew it was you!" he shouted.

Gazzy, surprised by the sudden action, jerked himself forward and bagged his head on the counter edge. "Shit!" he cried out, wrangling his hand free from Iggy's grip and stroking his no doubt, sore chin.

"What the hell you do that for?" he cried.

"Karma. For pissing me off!"

"What did I ever do to you?"

"Don't pull the innocent act with me, Gazzy!"

"All that time alone in your room is getting to you Iggy."

"Shut up, dickhead."

"You can talk, hermit."

"Both of you shut up now!" Fang roared over the beginnings of Iggy's next insult. "Do not, I repeat, do not let me hear you shouting again, or there will be punishment!"

Gazzy paled at Fang's threat. I think I did to. Both us probably remembering the exact tone that Fang had used yesterday and how alike it sounded to the one he had used just then.

"Exactly Gazzy. Shut the hell up!" Iggy threatened before making to move off the chair, but once again realising that I wasn't there. Might as well have been completely invisible, cause even a blind guy didn't see me.

Putting my hands front of me, I avoided my head crashing into the tiles, but it didn't stop my back from receiving the large blow of Iggy's weight as he landed on top of me.

"Get off," I breathed in deeply, my back felt like it been snapped in half.

"Get off!" I screamed that time.

Iggy scrambled off me and into a sitting position, while leaning back against the foot of the chair. Gazzy was now racing around the counter and kneeling to check on me. He ran his hands over my face checking for cuts and looking up and down my arms for any other signs of injury.

Gazzy looked worried when he ran a hand over my back, his eyes taking in how I winced. He went to lift up my shirt but I whimpered. He lifted his head to scowl at Iggy.

"Look what you've done now!"

"I didn't fall on you, did I?"

"No, genius. But you did hurt Melody."

"Who?" Iggy was really dazed. Probably just coming to terms with the damn fact that I exist and that he nearly just above made me pancake.

"Melody," Gazzy snapped back.

"Who's Melody?" Gazzy was getting ready to pounce Iggy when I supplied the answer.

"I'm Melody." My voice was weak with pain.

"Your Max's little sister?" Iggy's voice broke on my name (my original name, Max. You remember it, right?).

"So your not Gazzy?"

"I think we've established that, idiot."

"I wasn't asking you Gazzy!" Iggy was rising to his feet, looking ready to go round two with the Gasman.

"Technically you were." Gazzy rose to his feet and raised his chin.

I nearly had a cow, from what I saw. The Gasman, my little Gazzy, Captain Terror, my little boys, was as tall as Iggy now.

"If I wanted to talk to you, it would be a set of bars and a team of lawyers present."

"Sure, Iggy. Sure. I'm quaking in my boots."

"Asshole."

"Dick."

"Idiot."

"Shit head."

Each time both their voices rose, soon they were circling each other. They were, at best I can only describe them as a pair of animals about to attack. All of it was making me all the more disgusted. I had raised Gazzy better than that. Let's not forget, that the 'boss' was in the next room, but seemed to be doing nothing about this.

"One more word..." Iggy trailed off threateningly.

"Blind, useless fu-."

"Shut the hell up!" Iggy fell for the bait.

I sat up full and using my arms I crawled out of the fighting path. What was with everyone? I thought Gazzy was better now. Why wasn't he better? Didn't I talk to him enough? How about Iggy? How did he get like this? What was he using? Or was he just a sociopathic hermit, now?

"Stop it! Stop it! Please! Don't fight! Iggy, Gazzy don't fight," I begged them. But they didn't hear me over the sound of themselves dishing insults to each other as they wrestled on the kitchen floor.

I didn't want to this to turn out like yesterday. Iggy with Gazzy in a chokehold; Gazzy with Iggy in a chokehold. It didn't matter. Somebody needed to do something.

"FANG!" I called at the top of my lungs.

He didn't come.

I cried in pain as I painfully moved myself closer to the doorway. But, even as careful as I was, I couldn't avoid banging my back into wall. I hissed but continued onward. I was moving like a fish out of water, my arms as the find and my legs as useless as a tail.

I reached the door and sucked in all my breath and screaming out, "Fang!" again.

He looked up and saw me. I ignored the look of confusion that he gave me and started turning back around to the kitchen, to see what danger the pair of boys were up to now.

Fang must have heard the pans rattling and the dishing of insults, because he was on his feet and walking past me. I noticed as he went by that he had a limp, on the leg I had bitten.

"I thought I said no more..." Fang saw what was going on and blinked. No, seriously. I kid you not. He stood there, like a statue and did nothing. Just watched his two Flock members fighting it out.

I was still behind him at this point, working my way across the tiles to be at his feet but, it eventually grew too much for me watch and ignoring my still lingering pain, I shouted out to moron. "Snap out of it, Fang! Snap out of it and do something for God's sake!" I think there might have been a little of my old steely tone my voice, because he was quick to dive in and break it up.

Angel POV

Time: 7:30 am

Date: 17th of December 2015

I cannot believe my brothers. I can't believe Fang. Heck, I don't know what to freaking believe anymore.

Melody's protests drew me out of my thoughts, as I pressed down to hard on her back, which was littered in bruises. I was quick to apologise and start bandaging her back again.

Looking down at the purple masses that were marring the young flesh, I could help but shoot another dirty glare in Gazzy and Iggy's direction.

'What?' Gazzy mouthed, having caught my glare.

I sneered at him and he pokes his tongue out. Which, unfortunately for him, Fang caught him doing and he got a whack in the already tender, back of his head.

Fang sent me a wistful reprimanding glance, but his attention was diverted back to Iggy making a fuss over his split lip.

'You two are absolutely idiots,' I sent my thought to Gazzy and Iggy.

I was aware of them sending me responses, but I couldn't be bother listening to their pathetic excuses. This was what? The third time this had happened in the last six months. First time ever Fang had broken up though. Usually they just fought it out till one of them was unconscious.

It was also different this time, because someone other then their two stupid, testosterone ruled selves had been hurt. Max's little sister, for one!

"You're all done." I smoothed over Melody's hair and gave her a kiss on the head, letting her know she could go now.

She warily stood up and looked semi-pleased that she didn't go crumpling up in pain, when she tried walking.

"Might take a while for the swelling to go," I warned her, as she got a random wild look in her eyes.

I don't think she ever heard me. She was focusing on Iggy and walking right over to him.

"Do you believe I'm not Gazzy now?" Oh, she just had to start.

I went to get up and retrieve her when something stopped me. 'Let me talk to Angel,' Iggy mentally pleaded with me. So I remained seated, but all the same, kept a close eye on Melody.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you Melody," Iggy said gravely, sounding a bit remorsefully.

"Apwolgie, accepted." Melody rushed forward and hugged him.

Iggy was unsure for a moment but gradually came to hug Melody back. Before shoving her off him and putting her down and stalking over to the other side of the kitchen. Melody followed and sat down on his lap. He grumbled about it but relented and let he stay there.

It was nice and calm like that for a while until the kitchen clock started chiming and Iggy started to panic. He got up and walked over to me, dumping Melody in my arms and taking off down the hall.

What the hell? Melody looked at me; tears building up in her eyes again. I gritted my teeth as I swiftly got up, earning me looks from Fang and Gazzy who had previously been to engrossed in their breakfasts to notice Iggy's absence.

I took off after Iggy, with Melody securely in my arms. I took the stairs two at a time as I hurdled up them. I reached the top of the landing and paused. Looking around to see where Iggy had gone, my gaze stopped on his bedroom door, which was wide open.

I waltzed right in and was greeted by a bunch of newspaper clippings. All of them having one thing in common: all of them were about the thing. I sighed as I trudged through the forest of ink and paper. They were just another part of Iggy's eight-year obsession.

I felt Melody lift her head from my shoulder. Probably starting in wonder at the massive collection.

"Iggy?" I called out.

"Iggy?" Melody copied, I looked down and she beamed up at me. It melted my heart...wonder if I ever did that to Max.

"There he is!" Melody pointed excitedly to what used to be a computer desk, before it got over taken by papers, and the man that was sitting behind it. Iggy.

"Why did you just take off like that? I asked, while setting down Melody, since she was squirming anyway, right in the middle of what Iggy was working on.

He curled his lip and spat out, "I'm late. Now move her before I do."

Melody stayed promptly where she was and made her little announcement. "I'm going with you to work today."

"What?" Iggy and I shouted.

"No way. I cannot have a kid with me."

Hmm. That wasn't actually to bad an idea. She could even help with his project a bit.

"Sure, she can," I backed Melody up and I scored another priceless smile.

"Wha-no. Ang-," he spluttered.

"Gazzy and I have school, Nudge has...something. Fang can't, actually he won't look after her so...looks like you're stuck with her for today."

"Come on. I've got big cases right now. Dangerous ones!"

"Melody's not scared are you?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

She giggled. "Nope. Melody as brave as Angel!"

I laughed with her.

Iggy was banging his head on the desk and muttering, "Why?" over and over again under his breath.

"Drama king."

"I heard that."

"Good."

"I'm not taking her."

"Yes you are. Stop whinging about it."

"No!" he wailed.

"Aren't you supposed to be late?"

Iggy sat back up and got back to work, moving around Melody.

I took that as my cue to leave. I was just about out the door when I heard Iggy mutter, "bitch."

I didn't care. Nothing could faze me much anymore.

I got my satisfaction back though, when I heard the karma in the form of Melody. "Hey, no. Put that down. Don't touch that!"

I think Iggy was going to have a rather interesting day, don't you?

A/N: Well, sorry to leave it like that, but more will be coming soon...I hope. But, I do have school and this is a big story I am writing. Now...in the subject of reviews...would it be too much to ask for like ten? As long as I get a basic amount of five, then I'm happy. By hey, if I get over ten then no worries –hint- -hint- ;)

Since I am in such a nice mood I decided to give you a little spoiler: in the next few or so parts of the Fifth Day of Christmas, there shall be a different point of view: The Director's.

Also, quick question for the reviewers: do you think that most of the characters are In-Character for the story line, or do you think that I need to do some personality modifying? (Grins evilly at thought of making Fang like pink tutus.)

See ya next chapter!