Me: Heya to all the little Lima Beans in the world!

Fang: 'Sup.

Me: Sorry I haven't updated, but it's called high school... The worst invention right after assignments...

Fang: Yeah, we've been over our heads in homework, assignments, essays and reading materials... Sadly the ones our teachers choose aren't the easiest to read...

Me: By that, Fang means if we don't like something, we won't read it... Such as the play and book... Our play - A Midsummer Night's Dream... The book - The Wind Singer...

Fang: So, without further ado we present... Chapter 25!

Me: As always I own absolutely nothing... Not even a scrap of paper... So just enjoy what I have for now!

Chapter 25

Max POV

"Awwww!" I heard Nudge squeal, followed by giggly, girly laughter. "They are so sweet together!" I squinted in the bright light of the early morning sun. I wriggled in my bed a little, to find that Fang hadn't left my side all night. I heard him stir too. Judging from his position he hadn't slept since he came into me. I was rather glad that he had stayed; it gave me that extra boost of confidence that reassured me he still loved me as much as he claimed. He ran his hands through my hair.

"Mornin' sunshine," he said as cheerily as someone with no sleep could. I smiled back at him. I felt so glad that I had him back to myself. No Dr Stupendous, no Red-Haired Wonder. Nothing stopping him and I being together, like I'd always wanted. It was like I was in a movie or something.

But, hey, this is my life, right? It's around about now that an old 'friend' drops in, just in time to ruin everything! After all, I never get a break. From any of it.

Closing my eyes, the dream came rushing back to me. Everything, from the kids on the floor dead, to me shooting Fang and him dying right before me. I had fallen back asleep for a little while, but only thanks to Fang staying with me. I couldn't have slept at all without him there holding me, just holding me, and silently running his fingers through my hair. I loved it, I slept a little bit more than usual with him back to us, and things cleared up between the two of us. I had missed him so much that while I had him in my reach, I wasn't going to let him go. Ever again. I had waited too long and cried too hard to let him get away that easily.

I sat up in bed, as Fang leaned over and pecked my cheek. The kids had walked out by then, so we were alone. "Dylan?" he asked. I nodded lightly, noting that my neck was stiff and my legs were throbbing. Remind me to check in on that one later. "Yeah, me too." He picked up my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm here for you. Always." Well, yet again he had summed up my life into nine simple words. It was so irritating in a super sexy way... Umm... Ha... I must've been still asleep... Ha... Yeah, that's what it was... Yeah... Ahem...

"Well... It could be worse," I suggested. "At least we aren't up against any of the bigger obstacles." I had seriously gotta learn not to count my chickens before they hatch! Because, guess what the next thing I heard was? Fang's lips closing over mine in a totally romantic moment between the two of us? NO (sadly)! Give up? Wanna know? My lovely little friend the Voice was back, with some even lovelier news...

Max, you need to prepare. Something is about to attack, said the Voice. I groaned inwardly. What a surprise. I totally called it!

Well, you're a little late on letting me in on that one, aren't you? We already know; Dylan is coming tonight. I seriously hoped whoever it was could read the serious sarcasm in my thoughts, because if not, I had just wasted two seconds of my life deliberately putting sarcasm into that.

Not him, bigger, more powerful and worse. This time I groaned audibly.

"Max?" Fang said sitting up straighter. He leaned closer again and grabbed me so he could see that I was okay. "What's wrong?" I could almost see my own reflection in his eyes, they were that close to me.

"Voice is back with its usual stubborn and pointless 'tips'." I leaned into him and let myself drift slightly away in his arms. To another place where we could exist without pain and torture, without enemies or flock members trying to take over the world and all out in peace and harmony.

I felt so safe and happy there, that I almost screamed when the Voice interrupted me again.

Max, I'm serious. You need to focus. Something bigger than all of you is coming. Dylan is going come back stronger than ever. Like Mr Chu made Itex look like Sesame Street, Dylan will make Mr. Chu look like Elmo. I'd had enough! Enough of all its games. I wanted to know what this freaking fuss was all about.

Okay, what do I do? How do we win? I asked, figuring if it knew so much, it might as well just get it over and done with and tell me.

But as usual with the Voice, when you don't want the Oprah quotes, they came flooding down, but when you need serious advice, what you get is absolutely nothing. El zippo! Not even the pathetic Dr. Phil lines. Geez, it's never easy with me, is it?

I lied down, rolled onto my stomach and shrieked into my pillow, and once again I resembled my good old friends, the banshees!

Fang, knowing better than to interrupt a rage fest, silently rubbed my shoulders between my wings.

"Mmm..." I moaned, after my throat had started hurting from the screaming, but Fang being this close always made everything feel better.

"How's about we figure out what our next move will be? I mean, what with the Voice's prediction and everything." I loved how he could read my mind (not literally, only Ange is telepathic, but Fang knew me that well that he could read me.) It made me feel like he truly was meant for me.

He's your soul mate, Max. And you will need him to fight Dylan. We were all wrong about Dylan. He's dangerous. Fang is the one for you. Well. Seems like the Voice hadn't gotten the memo about my prior rant, and had decided to come in with a not-so-new piece of info for me. Surprise, surprise. I looked back at Fang's gorgeous face. I know guys don't like to be told they're pretty, but Fang was, in a totally hot and sexy way. Ha... Still brain dead from sleep... Oh dear... Ha...

I glanced towards the window to see Angel and Nudge hovering near my second floor balcony. I would have to remember to shut my blinds tonight. And lock them down. Add that to the list of things to do, but weren't they shut last night?

Reluctantly, Fang stood up and waved them off, before pulling the shutter down. He turned back to me and chuckled at me. I sat up straighter again and looked down to my arms. Scratched and battered as buggery. The usual for me, except we hadn't been in any major fights recently... Actually in a long time. The most recent thing you could call close to a battle was our little encounter with Dylan yesterday evening. Even that I hadn't gotten involved in. My only other idea was the fall from that morning, but I hadn't hit anything hard enough to get to the stage of these scrapes and bruises.

Fang noticed me inspecting my arms and came to sit on the edge of the bed again. Shaking his head, he flashed a rare smile at me and picked up my hand.

"What are we gonna do with you, hmm?" he laughed. I smiled back to him and shrugged my shoulders.

"Let's start by feeding me and the rest of the Flock, how's that sound?" I suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Fang stood up and pulled the blanket off me, exposing two, long, bloody cuts down each of my legs. Oh, how wonderful. Just the start to the day I was hoping for.

Me: So?

Fang: Wow... How did we sleep through that?

Me: I wonder...

Fang: Oh, you know! You've written another 10 chapters!

Me: Damn straight!

Fang: Oh dear...

Me: So St. Iggy the Pyro won the PLQ... I love the way its Samurai sword against Spork... Oh well, I'm too tired to think straight!

Fang: How would I lose to a spork?

Me: Anywho, I just wanted to thank everyone for getting me to a massive 117 reviews! I LOVE IT! And I know some of the time (or always) Max and especially Fang are a little OOC, but I loves my FAX and if that's what it takes, then I'm up for it!

PLQ: Who would win - Dylan or Ari? Reasoning again please!

Fang: Can I kill the loser?

Me: Maybe...

RR&A!