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DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson.

CLAIMER: Any new plot ideas in this story are mine, unless otherwise noted.

Chapter Twelve

That night we got a suite again; apparently no hotel will let a bunch of kids share one room. We ended up having the same sleeping arrangements as the last time we got a suite. I had sent the kids to bed around nine, so it was just Fang and me sitting on the pull out bed.

"So, what did they do to you at the School?" I asked, scooting closer so that I could rest my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around my waist, but he stayed silent.

"Fang?"

"They told me that you died when you fell," he began reluctantly. "That it was because I wasn't fast enough to catch you."

"That's why you thought I was a clone?" I asked him. It didn't make sense; wouldn't he just think that they had lied to him?

"No. They sent your clone in before you got there. I figured they had lied, that you were fine, and were there to break me out. But that liquid they injected me with gave them control over my muscles. They…they made me kill her. I couldn't stop." He looked down at me and continued in a whisper. "I thought I had killed you."

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "But you didn't, so it doesn't matter, right?"

"I guess. The injection wore off right after I killed her, so you don't need to worry."

I nodded, lost in my own thoughts. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Fang asked the question I had been praying he wouldn't.

"What happened to you while I was gone?'

I sighed before speaking. "I blacked out when I hit the ground. Iggy came to get me, and we flew back to the camp."

"And?" Fang prompted, knowing that there was more to the story.

"And I got a new Voice. He didn't approve of me going after you. I got a brain attack, and was out for twenty-seven hours," I finished in a rush.

"A new Voice? Are you okay?" Fang asked. His voice was strained, and I could tell that he was mad at himself for not being there to help me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, now. Iggy took over the Flock while I was out. But we have to start saving the world right away. I promised the Voice that I would if it let me save you."

Fang nodded. "So it's pretty much the same as Jeb?"

"Yeah, I guess. I was probably just out for so long since I had just fallen on my head, so it was already weak." I conveniently left out the part about the brain attack being a million times worse than the ones Jeb used to give me.

Fang nodded, satisfied. "So we start saving the world tomorrow?"

"Yepp. It's getting late; we'd better go to sleep."

"Alright," Fang said. He leaned over to switch off the lights and we slipped under the covers.

"Good night, Max," he whispered, pulling me to him and resting his arm around my waist.

"'Night." I snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes. I was about to let sleep take me when the Voice spoke.

You don't have much time, Max. Don't let yourself get distracted.

Pain shot through my head as it spoke, and I held back a whimper so I wouldn't wake Fang.

Looks like I wouldn't be getting any sleep.

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