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My life as a mutant bird-kid

What the?

Ruby POV

God. Those two, Max and Fang, were soo funny together. First, they get to share a guest room, then they have Angel connecting their thoughts, so they can hear eachother. Then they make it obvious they like eachother and embarrass themselves.

I'd hate to be them.

I was snickering to myself as I monitored Fang's emotions. Max had come up here to grab something to wear to bed -her clothes were too dirty and with Fang there, I don't think she would have even considered sleeping in her underwear. I had given her my other skull top (I was wearing the first one) and some red shorts I don't think I've ever worn.

It's just a guess, but I think the new colour, fairy-floss pink, meant a trance or something. Hehe, she took my advice!

After watching Fang watch Max all evening, I'd suggested she teased him a little. The shorts were doing their job.

Still snickering, I hopped into bed and dreamed of little sheep with fairy-floss coats.

Max POV

What the hell was this? One minute I'd been having a dream about whales, then I was 'standing' in our guest room. Only, I could see myself. I watched in horror as my body moved closer to Fang a little. Did I really do that? Oops.

Note to self: give subconscious a talking to.

I tried moving toward myself, get back to my dream or something, when I felt a tugging sensation. It was like a strong, but small rope was dragging me towards Fang.

Noooo! I screamed in my head. I wanted to go back to my own body. Dream a normal dream. This was too creepy.

Just before I reached Fang, my world went dark. There was nothing but blackness, everywhere.

I tried to move, but that just resulted in the darkness going away, being sucked into unseen corners. Now it was all white. Oh joy!

I tried to move again, but something else happened before I could take even one step. I heard voices. Noo, too loud. Go away! I thought, putting my hands over my ears.

After some time, I found I could take my hands away from my ears; the voices had quietened.

Trying once again to move, I took a step foreword. I groaned as it changed once again. But this time, the whiteness became a cave. Outside was the night sky, thick, rolling clouds keeping the stars at bay. I looked inside to find myself and Fang eating roasted rabbit by a fire.

Now why was this so familiar? I frowned, trying to remeb- then it hit me. Oh God.

"You know what they say about rat," I heard myself saying. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Everyone gets a drumstick." Me and Fang finished together. No, no, no, n- I heard the noise of someone clearing their throat and whipped my head around towards the noise. There, in the shadows, stood Fang.

"What are you doing here?" Fang asked me, a confused look on his face. He didn't say it meanly, just seeming confused. He made no effort to lower his voice, and it seemed like the other us couldn't hear him.

"I was hoping you could tell me." I replied in all honesty. "All I know is that I was dreaming about whales, then I popped up here." I said as the other us sat down next to eachother against the wall.

"What are we doing here, Fang?" The other me asked the other Fang. I winced, I knew what was coming. I turned back towards Fang.

"Ungh, I guess reading eachothers minds isn't enough. We need to watch eachothers dreams now, too." Fang answered, annoyance clear in his voice. "There goes the last of my privacy." He mumbled. I gaped at him.

"This is your dream?" I asked, incredulous. Fang got a little colour in his cheeks. I think I faintly heard him saying 'and my sanity', but I couldn't be sure. I sighed -more like a huff- and sat down against the cave wall, opposite my dream self.

"We have to stop playing their game." Fang said. 'Shut up,' I mumbled, wanting the dream to be over. "We have to remove ourselves from the equation." He continued, watching the fire. I glared at him, but he couldn't see it.

I heard Fang sit next to me, I scowled. Did we have to be a mirror of our dream selves?

"What are we going to do?" He asked me. "I mean, are we going to stay with these people? Or leave? Or look for Itex corporations?"

"I guess we stay and look for Itex corporations while we're here." I hadn't really thought about it. I saw the other Fang stroking my hair off my neck. I would have laughed at how visibly I stiffened, if Fang had not started rubbing circles on my back. I whipped my head around, scowling at him. At the same time, me and myself both said, "What the heck are you doing?"

Fang smiled, a genuine smile. He drew his hand away and watched as his dream self leaned in to kiss my dream self. It was kind of awkward, watching Fang kiss me, and having Fang sitting next to me at the same time. I got up and started pacing.

"So how the hell do we get out of here?" I asked, turning back to Fang. He had a weird look on his face, just watching me. I blushed.

"One of us wakes up, then the other." He replied, still looking at me. I turned away, just in time to see myself flinging myself off the ledge.

"Sorry," I said, watching dream Fang watch dream me.

"Why'd you fly away Max?" Fang asked, sounding heartbroken as he watched me fly away, again.

"I, I guess I was scared. Heck, I'm still scared, Fang. I mean," I sighed. "What are we going to do? I still need to save the world, but I just want some time off, you know." I gasped as dream Fang smashed his knuckles against the wall. "Now that was stupid," I scolded Fang. I watched as dream Fang kicked rocks away and lay down on the ground.

"I'm so sorry." I said again, feeling a sudden sadness. How could I do that to him? I sighed.

And then I woke up. I shot foreword in bed, waking Fang up in the process. Acting on instinct, I put my arms around him, giving him a well needed hug. He hugged me back.

The moment was ruined by the flash of a camera. I hugged Fang tighter for a moment, then I let go and faced Angel; the devil with a camera.

Thanks you to White Wing Alchemist for the idea for this chapter, although it's still suitable for kids. Well, kids who swear anyway. I'd like to thank all my fabulous reviewers. I love you all. You have been so kind.

I'm just a bit emotional, Jim died in ghost whisperers and I'm trying to hold in the tears.

Review, oh, and Bob is the review button. I've said it many times. He's better, but not fully healthy, I blame all the crap in our food. :P

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