Well, no one reviewed. I know it wasn't that long, but seriously? Every story I read, I give it a pretty god review at the end of each chappie. BTW, thinking of writing a MR/Glee crossover. *Laughs hysterically and passes out when sedated. Moans, and falls off building, where she is immediately caught by her boyfriend, Fang.*

MAX'S POV:

The needle pokes through his stomach. Blood spurts from the wound. Jeb looks at me.

"I had to make them hurt to. But I never would have hurt you as much as this." His eyes gain a foggy look, and he doesn't move again.

Iggy moves his head in the direction of Jeb, and al of our ears register the lack of heartbeat. "What did I do? I-I-I killed him." He falls to the ground and lies there shaking.

Cece moves what little blood is left in Jeb to get us some scissors. We cut ourselves free, and Ella runs to Iggy's side.

"It wasn't your fault, Iggy. You didn't see the table. You didn't know. It's his own fault." Her voice is quiet.

Gazzy walks over to Iggy and says "Dude, you couldn't see the table."

"It's not just that. I also let Ella get hurt. Now she's a freak, and we can't fix it."

I go over to the table where my father's body is, and I look, just out of curiosity, at the label on the syringe poking through him: Morphine.

I look around the rest of the table, and a small vial next to a pile of hypos catches my eye. I pick it up. It reads: Adrenaline. Refined. Uses: Bringing back someone in cardiac arrest. Calming children. Use with caution.

Calming children? I grab a hypo, fill it with the contents of the vial, and give Iggy a little shot of the stuff.

His shoulders relax, and he calms down. Ella mouths me a "Thanks." I nod, and finish untying Nudge.

"LOOK AT YOUR DRESS! YOU LOOK LIKE THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN! YOU CAN'T GET MARRIED LOOKING LIKE THIS!" Nudge continues scolding me, retrieves her purse from a hook, and pulls out an Emergency Make-Up kit(we got it for two bucks at drug store).

A few minutes later, Ella is using a tiny sewing kit to mend my dress. The dirt stains are still there, but other than that it survived.

"Well, looks like Daddy isn't walking you down the aisle today, Max."

"Thanks, Cece, for reminding me."

"Let's go, we're gonna be late anyway, so let's just fly fast and get it over with," says Nudge.

Ella looks nervous, but Iggy somehow finds her hand and squeezes it. "Don't worry. One of us will catch you." She smiles, and we fly out the door.

FANG'S POV:

Well, we managed to arrive at the wedding only 2 hours late. I stood next to the shelter house and watched Max walks down the aisle. The ceremony began.

"Friends, family, welcome. I was told to save all of the 'match made in heaven' crap, and just cut to the chase, on account of a little run-in with the father of the groom earlier today. So, Maximum, do you take Fang as your lawfully wedded husband?"

She looks me in the eyes and says, in a clear voice, "I do."

"And Fang, do you take Maximum as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The answer is simple. "I do."

"Well then, by the power invested in me by the state of Colorado, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

I do kiss the bride, and after about a minute we come up for air. Everyone claps and we walk down the aisle to the picnic tables to eat.

The reception is pretty typical. Speeches, Lissa and Brigid asking me to reconsider, dancing with Max, getting hit in the face by a cheap cake Cece bought during the ceremony. We give out the cookies, toss the bouquet(Ella caught it, poor thing), and jumping into the car to go back home, as Mr. and Mrs. Ride.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA! FINALLY! WE ARE ALMOST DONE! Just one final chapter, and then "The Test for Forever" is done. Review please, and I may do a fast forward to the future, where Faxness is still going strong(and maybe a few new faces will appear, and come into my sequel). My MR/Glee is going to be a sequel, to a month after the wedding. Or not. A wedding may affect the Faxinchel of it all. I invented the word "Faxinchel" today. It represents the love polygon of Fang, Max, Finn, and Rachel I will be creating.

So please review, by the power of the mighty Faxinchel!