I WANT MY COMPUTER BACK! Sorry, I know whining doesn't get me anywhere…just sayin'. Anyway, yeah, I think I'm switching back to Max's POV for the next chapter and any suggestions would be appreciated. Going to be wrapping this up soon. I still don't own Max or Fang or anything Flock related….

I grabbed the room key out of my back pocket and snuck into the room I was supposed to be sharing with Nat, trying not to wake her up.

I didn't have to worry about that because not only was she up, she was glaring at me.

"What. The. Fuck?" She asked, angrily, throwing a punch to my face. I swept to the right to avoid it and glared back.

"What's your problem?" I asked. I wasn't sure what kind of night she had, but I was pretty sure it was better than mine. I spent most of the night thinking of Max, kicking myself in the ass for ever leaving, no matter what Dylan had told me, and crying. Yes, crying. It doesn't count if no one sees you do it. And believe me, no one saw.

Nat swung at me again, but I saw it coming this time. I'd spent enough nights looking over my shoulder, sleeping in trees, and fighting off Erasers, to know when I was actually in trouble, and this was one of those times. Nat could hurt me if she wanted to, maybe even kill me. So my survival instincts kicked in and I grabbed her arm twisting it behind her back and pressing her down onto the bed.

"I'm. Sorry." I said simply, easing off my grip and letting her move some. That was a mistake. She shifted all her weight on me, making me stumble backwards, twisting so that she was on top of me.

"Not. Good. Enough." She replied, just as stubbornly. To my surprise though, she extended her hand and helped me up.

"I'm leaving." She announced.

Just like that a memory flashed back to my mind. Max and I in the desert, the night I told her that I chose her. Now it was time for Nat to choose…and she wasn't choosing me.

I knew without her, my Flock would crumble apart and fall. I wasn't Max. I wasn't a leader. Max would do anything to keep the Flock together and happy. I couldn't.

Could I?

Nat had already started throwing things in her bag. I grabbed her wrist as she headed for the bathroom to collect her belongings.

"I…I need you." I managed.

"Fang, I'm not good at this. I'm a fighter. I'm a killer. I can't be what those kids need. "

"You are what I need." I said simply, pulling her to me. Then I kissed her. I pulled her on top of me as I fell back on the bed.

I heard her moan as my hand reached the small of her back pulling her closer to me. I broke the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head. She pulled me up doing the same. I brushed her hair back and kissed her neck, knowing I was doing exactly what I needed to in order to keep my Flock together. And for some reason, I didn't feel bad about it.

The room was completely bright when I opened my eyes. I looked at the clock and realized I'd been asleep for two hours. I heard a banging at the door and ran my hands through my hair.

"Nat? Fang? Are you guys coming to breakfast?" Luca called through the door, trying the door knob, which thankfully was locked.

"Be right there!" Nat called, pulling herself out of bed and beginning to get dressed. She picked my clothes off of the floor and threw them at me.

"Let's get going."

As we walked down the hall to the elevator I grabbed her hand to hold it.

"What are you doing?" She snapped, grabbing it back.

That was confusing. I mean we just…and she didn't even want me to hold her hand?

"I'm not an idiot. You can hold my hand when it's my hand you feel like holding. Not anyone else's. This doesn't change anything." She said coldly.

"So, you're still leaving?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Fine. I guess it changes THAT." She smirked.

"Good enough for me." I smiled back slightly, grabbing a muffin and heading back to the table with the others.

I grabbed the seat next to Ruby and slouched down, ruffling her hair. "Morning, squirt." I smirked, feeling only a dull pain inside.

"Miss Sandra calls me chickadee." She smiled, correcting me in a way that sounded exactly like Max. I shot Jeb a look and shook my head.

"Chickadee it is then."