A.N- I've been putting my chapters up before my beta has a chance to fix things, so the first few days that my chapters are up will be unedited; until she has a chance to correct things, and then I update them. I just felt like letting everyone- that reads this- know. I do that so that you all can have the story faster;) You're welcome:)

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Mates For Life

Fang and Dylan were staring at me. I knew they were mad. It had been my fault after all…

"How could you have done that Max?" Dylan asks me angrily shaking my shoulder.

"I… I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!" I beg on the verge of tears, as I lower my head so I didn't have to look at their anger filled eyes any longer.

"We can't go back and undo I, what's done is done." Fang says to Dylan, then turns to me again when I look up. "I guess we'll just have to get rid of that… that thing." He says a little louder.

They both have evil smiles on their faces now, as they slowly get closer to me. "No! Please, no!" I start backing up as quickly as I can, but trip on something that was on the floor and fall. I start screaming and try to kick my way back as they get closer.

It's no use though; no one else was home, I wouldn't be able to overpower them both anyway. Whose ever baby this is, will die here…

"Max!" Someone whisper-screamed.

I pull my head up super fast, hitting something on my way up. I blinked rapidly and noticed that I had been crying in my sleep. My arm was wet with tears where I had laid my head on it, on Fang's hospital bed.

Yesterday I had run into Fang's half of the room and seen that a doctor was changing the bandaged on his chest, supervised by my mom of course. The bandage was a little bloody, but he was out cold. He had on one of those masks that help you breathe. I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach seeming him like that, but at the same time I felt like I was complete again once I saw him.

After about half an hour, when they were done checking him, my mom told me that I could stay if I wanted to. So I brought a chair up to his side and stayed there the rest of the day, and night. Iggy left after a few minutes, seeing that I wasn't going to tell my mom.

I wiped my wet eyes and looked back. Seeing that I'd hit someone's arm with my head, I looked up to it's owner.

"Hey, Dylan. Did you just wake up? What time is it?" I ask looking around for a clock.

"It's seven, and yea I just woke up. I heard you crying in your sleep and got worried." He informs me, concerned.

I don't say anything and decide to change the subject. "So are you feeling any better? Sleep OK?"

"Yea, I'm fine now." He whispers. He looks behind me and a while passes before he says something again. "You know you can talk to me about whatever right? I'll listen." He then looks at Fang again. "And he'll be fine too." He breathes sadly, then he walks away.

I look back at Fang. He looked completely at peace- his mouth in its natural straight line and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.

I decide to get up and go to Dylan. "Dylan hang on-"

"It's OK Max; you can't change the way you feel. I can't either though, so don't try to make me."

"I wasn't going to, I know we can't." I sigh. "But you're part of my flock, and I do love you, you have to know that."

"It's not the same type of love though, Max." Then he whispers "That's probably what Hans meant."

I flinch at him name, but ask "What?" confused.

He looks at me for a few seconds, then back at Fang. "He told me that- he was pretty sure that, most of the flock was made with DNA from birds that… mate for life." He looks down. "He told me I had to be your first. Or else I would have even less of a chance to get you."

I got mad and was about to scream at him until I remembered that Hans was the one that said that, not Dylan.

I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. "Dylan… We're, mostly, humans, I'm sure we decide on our own. Not on some avian 'instinct'. And I am not some thing to be possessed, so get that through your head."

When I said thing, I remembered my dream and a chill went down my spine. I started to feel self conscious about whether people could tell or not, so I risked a quick glance down to my abdomen.

After a second I let out an internal sigh of relief when I see that I'm still not showing, and look back up to Dylan.

"You OK?" He asks cocking an eyebrow at me.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" I ask.

"You just got really scared for a second, but whatever. You hungry?"

"Uh, no, not really."

The door opens at that moment and two doctors come in along with my mom.

"Oh good, you're both up. Dylan, are you feeling OK?" My mom asks.

"Perfect." Dylan answers with an easy smile.

"Well that's good, but the doctors still think you should rest for at least one more day, and I agree." My mom says as she looks at some papers that the doctors had given her, like usual. When she looks up again, she says "Oh, you all are probably starving, aren't you?" concerned.

"Yes!" Dylan answers eagerly. "And no matter what she says, I know Max is too." He adds as an afterthought.

As he said that, I had already gone to Fang's side and sat on the chair, dismissing the offer of food so I wouldn't be far from Fang.

I look on at them from my seat as I hold Fang's head and see Dylan shaking his head and look to my mom.

"Max, you have to eat. I'm making them bring in some food, so you won't have to leave, alright?" She says, but I wasn't really paying attention to much. Other than the two doctors that were way too close to Fang than I was comfortable with…

It was night time before I knew it and my mom had left with the doctors a long time ago, with the orders to make me eat for Dylan, which he had filled.

Pretty soon, nature called and I had to answer. After I had, I decided to check my stomach. I hadn't ever really checked to see if I was showing, only over my baggy-ish hoodie, which would probably hide a bump if there ever was one.

I slowly lifted my hoodie and shirt along with it. I sucked in audible gasp and bit my lip at what I saw.

I was showing.

I heard some quick footsteps from outside and then strong knocking on my door. "Max! What happened?" Dylan almost screamed, through the door of the hospital room's small bathroom.

Love,

~L