Warning chapter contains the following: FAX, FAX, Momma Max, and more FAX... you may be plagued with 'awes' and sickness from how sweet it is...if not, than you are immune to this contagious outbreak...sorry I'm kind of a dork :)

In all seriousness I hope you all enjoy this next chapter

Anyway disclaimer, I do not own Percy Jackson or Maximum Ride, all rights belong to Rick Riordan and James Patterson, not me

Max-Argo II

It was safe to say Mom was not happy to hear about Ella's betrayal. She wanted us to drop her off at the house as soon as we were able. I assured her we would before I hung up. I still couldn't believe that Ella had sold Percy out, even if she was trying to protect us. Ella was my sister, but this really was a bitter pill to swallow.

As 'Momma Max' I decided that I needed to check up on Iggy, he was the most outwardly upset about Ella. It didn't take me long to find the room he was hiding in. Iggy was sprawled out onto the bed with his arm over his face and his strawberry blond hair standing out against the dark covers. I knew he was probably building up his walls again, calculating how to fix the damage Ella had caused. He really didn't trust easily.

"What do you want, Max?" It really annoying how he could always know when I was there.

With an unseen smile, I walked over and sat on the bed next to him, "I just wanted to…I was going to come up with a lame excuse as to why I am here, but really, I want to see if you're okay, Iggs."

"I'm fan-freaking-tastic." He muttered as he turned over onto his face. "Now can you leave me alone?"

Words wouldn't fix this, how could they? There are no words for how devastating it is when someone you trust, you love, betrays you and your family. Instead I grabbed his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Iggy probably wanted me to let it go and leave, but I wasn't going to leave until he knew he could trust me, the flock. At the end of the day, we'd never deceive him.

"I can't believe she thought they'd leave us alone." Iggy muttered into his pillow. "What's next, they promise to make me see again? Who would she trade next? You guys are my family not trading cards. To think I still lo…."

Iggy went quiet, I guess he wasn't trusting himself to say anything more, but a soft snore made me realize my exhausted friend had fallen asleep. I chuckled and took my hand away, making sure that he was able to breathe alright before leaving the room. It was a good thing he could fall asleep, I on the other hand wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I was too riled up.

"You really shouldn't be wandering around with a torn side." Fang warned. He scared me by appearing just down the hall.

He startled me so badly that I aggravated my wounds. "Geeze, Fang."

Fang came closer, his bruises and scrapes were already fading. How long had he been waiting for me to get done talking to Iggy? He placed his hand on my sore side causing me to hiss in discomfort. If I wasn't in so much pain I would have punched him. I jumped back from his touch, which under normal circumstances, I'd do the exact opposite.

He scowled in annoyance, "Max, Percy needs you to be at your best when we get to the School."

"I'm not tired, Fang." I told him. "And what about you, your eye is still pretty swollen."

His warm hands shot up to cup my face. Fang gave me his typical and infuriating smile as he slowly leaned his face closer to mine. I was expecting a kiss, one that would start and never seem to stop, but he kept his lips hovering inches from my own. What was he trying to do? Tease me.

Well I wasn't bothered in the least bit.

"You've got a slight fever, sleeping will help take it down."

I smiled and pressed my forehead into his, "Who are you, Papa Fang?"

"It's only right," He bantered back. "After all, you're Momma Max."

My cheeks became hot like fire. Momma Max and Papa Fang, I liked the sound of that. Fang let go of my face when I began to lean into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me closer. I could feel him gently rub his fingers between my shoulder blades.

He was such an evil mastermind, Fang knew that being rubbed between my shoulder blades made me relaxed. Perhaps he thought that it would make me fall asleep. Unfortunately, he was very correct, I could hardly keep my eyes open. Before I knew it he was already sweeping me off of my feet. Literally, he was pulling a knight in shining armor thing and carrying me off to the infirmary.

Both Angel and Annabeth were in there, Annabeth trying hard to stay awake and read a book on the structure of the Hoover Dam, though I could tell her heart wasn't into it. Angel was passed out, sleeping curled up on her cot. Her fever had vanished and she was starting to look better than before, but I didn't think I wanted to let her off the ship when we went to save Percy. Fang gently set me on the cot next to Angel. Regardless of my exhaustion and my injury, I still reached over to move some of her curly hair from her sleeping face.

It was almost hard to believe she wasn't the little girl in the strawberry patch anymore.

"Get some rest, Max." Fang ordered gently as he brushed his hand through my knotted hair.

Against my will my eyes were already shutting, "I'm the one who gives the orders and you silently agree, isn't that our whole dynamic."

"Of course, Fearless Leader." He may have kissed me on the cheek, but I was way too gone to register it.

When I finally woke up again I felt a smaller body curled up against my own. I didn't have to look to know Angel had climbed into bed with me, much like she did back at the E house. On instinct I blindly began to run my fingers through her soft hair. No matter what she did or how old she got, she was still my baby. After a while, I began to wonder if anyone else was still in the room. I cracked my eyes and looked where the blond demigod had last been. She was gone.

Then I turned over, being careful not to wake Angel, and sitting in the chair next to my bed was Fang. He had fallen asleep. It was actually rather cute; his chin was resting against his shoulder and his lips were parted so he could breathe better. I could see that someone had taken the liberty of covering him with a blanket while he was out cold. Though not as amusing as it would have been if someone had penned him, but still a sweet gesture.

I untangled myself from Angel and went to Fang. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I gave him a kiss on the lips. It was kind of awkward, with his mouth being slightly open, but I enjoyed it none the less. I hadn't been expecting him to wake up; first his shoulders tensed, our fight instincts were always the first ones activated, then he slowly relaxed and started to kiss me back. When we separated we were out of breath, a usual condition that came with our kisses.

"I prefer you waking me up this way." He sighed sleepily. "So much better than you kicking me in the soft spot."

"I like this method as well." I gave him another peck on the lips (ha, get it, peck, as in like a bird?). I would have continued our banter, however, we had other things to be concerned about. "How long was I asleep? Where did Annabeth go?"

Fang rubbed his eyes, "I was half asleep, but I think they mentioned something about a meeting with the others who were going to help us. They wanted to let you and me sleep off our injuries, she said that they would brief us later."

"How about we hurry and try to make it to the rest of the meeting?" I hauled Fang to his feet and pulled him out of the room I wished Annabeth would have just woke me up for the meeting. But I had to admit, sleeping did make me feel better.

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