Aj: First of all, to Megan (), you are so not eviler then me. I take great offense to that. Second, I'm actually sad to be ending this story. Here it is.

Dylan flew with Max in his arms bridal style. Blood was matted all over her clothes because in the explosion Grey set up, she was flung into a broken and spiky IV pole. Dylan couldn't help, but notice how peaceful and beautiful she looked even though she was dying. It was how he was made. Or were these actual feelings that came naturally? Dylan remembered back when he was with the flock he had been cleaning Nudge's room so that she could focus her energy on trying to find Angel when he saw a magazine.

There was a quiz in it that asked you questions so you could find out if you really love someone. Dylan had made sure no one was watching and taken it using both Max and Regan as examples. Max had scored higher then Regan, but he thought that regular people were programmed with emotions as well and that was why Max scored higher. Now Dylan wasn't so sure. Max was made to be with Dylan, but she had never fallen for him. Only Fang, who was supposed to be unimportant. Grey kept saying otherwise, but Dylan knew Itex and the school felt that way so it had to be true.

He remembered how Max looked at Fang before Fang left. As if she would die for him. Then he remembered how Max looked at Dylan. Wanting him to die. He couldn't help, but love her though. He continued to believe it was because of his programming though. Until now that is. Now, Dylan was feeling some new reactions that he had never felt before. Fear, guilt, and disbelief. He couldn't let Max die. He wouldn't. Dylan flew even faster to Grey's new temporary largest headquarters so that Grey could save Max. Then she would stay there and he would break her eventually. Then Dylan and Max would be together.

Would she actually want that though? He remembered every single time that she beat him up. He loved it even with all of the pain. She was so strong and powerful. Regan wasn't at all like that. Regan was funny sure, but the more Dylan thought about it, the more he realized the differences. Regan would say how she felt every second and she cried at every little thing that went wrong. Was that why he was broken so easily? If it was Max Dylan would've held out until he was dead.

Dylan reached RAVEN headquarters and ran inside. He placed Max gently on a nearby gurney and wheeled her to the closest operating room. In the room where six surgeons who quickly went into professional mode. They put an oxygen mask over her face and attached to her forehead a sticky wire that was connected to a large screen.

"Dr. Grey's orders. It let's us see what she's seeing in her mind." A nurse explained to the confused Dylan he nodded and the surgeons inspected Max's side to see if they could save her. Dylan was watching both of the monitors that showed him she was barely alive and what she was seeing. Dylan saw flashes of images and he couldn't help, but love her more. They say that when you have a near death experience or are slowly dying you see flashes of what you love most. As Dylan watched what Max was seeing he saw that he wasn't in it. He still loved her though and that was when he realized the love he had for her was real.

Max had taught him how to think of his own free will. She had taught him how to fight. She had taught him how to fly. Max had taught him how pain felt like. Max had taught him what loving someone truly meant. That you would die for that person no matter how painful because you can't live without them. He had learned just from watching Max and Fang. Now Max was dying and he didn't know if he could save her.

Back at the E-shaped house in Colorado, Dylan took the knife for Max because he knew that he wouldn't die. He also wanted to see if Max would kiss him like she kissed Fang on the beach. She didn't. Dylan had thought he would receive sympathy from Max. She hit him. Dylan thought he would be considered one of the flock for taking the knife. He wasn't. He had only joined the flock so that Grey would bring Regan back to life, but Grey seemed to be avoiding the subject. Maybe Max was right. Dylan was an idiot for thinking that Grey would keep his word or even thinking that if he did, Regan would still be Regan.

Grey walked in driving Dylan out of his thoughts. He looked down at Max and then looked at the monitor. The EKG was almost flat lining and blood soaked Max's white tank top so much that there wasn't any white showing on it. Just red. Grey looked at the surgeons asking with his eyes what they would do just as a loud beep rang through the air. The monitor was flat lining. Dylan looked scared and pleaded for Grey to do something quick.

"Well…" Grey asked.

"There was too much blood loss. To transplant her would mean to suck someone else's blood dry and they would have to be avian. We can't do anything. We would be able to seal up the gash, but like I said there's no donor." A heavy middle-aged doctor concluded.

"Are any of her major organs intact?" Grey asked, only showing a sliver of disappointment.

"The pole missed all of her major organs. They're all fine." A female doctor answered. Grey nodded.

"Harvest her organs. I'm sure Gunther Hagen will give us a generous amount of money for them." Grey told them. A flashback went through Dylan's mind of how he was forced to set up an explosion for both Regan and Max. He didn't do anything for Regan and regretted it. He wouldn't this time. Dylan jumped up from his chair.

"No!" He yelled. "I'll be the donor." Dylan shouted. Everyone turned to stare at him like he was nuts."

"You'll die." A young male doctor told him, glancing at Grey for help.

"I know. But I'm worth less then Max is. Take me." Grey looked interested in his offer.

"Is there enough time that she will survive?" Grey asked the head doctor. He checked Max's vital charts and nodded. Grey gave an evil smile to Dylan, which made him gulp, but stay sturdy for Max.

"Hook the boy up and patch Maximum's side." Grey ordered. They did as told and Dylan watched as his blood flowed into Max's. He watched until he was growing weaker and weaker and Max was getting more color in her cheeks. He leaned over in the chair he was sitting in and whispered in her ear, "Fight them Max. Don't let them break you like they broke me." Then Dylan died.

Grey watched as the boy fell on top of Maximum as a result from the blood loss and looked over at Max. "Welcome home, Maximum. You're never getting out."

Aj: That was the last chapter. I decided that after numerous requests for a sequel I WILL make one cause I'm so wonderful…

Anika: Aj, you're self esteem problem is showing. Last questions people!

What do you think of Dylan now that he gave his life for Max?

Do you think Aj should see therapy for her sadisticness?

Which is better Tomboys (Aj) or Girly girls (Anika.)?

How do you think Fang will react to him thinking Max is dead?

How did you like the story?

Aj: That's it for now. The sequel will be posted after I complete another story. I have no idea which one it will be yet, but check on my profile for the coming soon and vote on which one you want it to be on my poll. You could also put me on author alert or favorite author if you're into that kind of stuff.

Anika: We need two reviews to reach 150 reviews so help us achieve our goal by reviewing! See ya' in the sequel or another story! –Anika and Aj.