There's even more Fax for all those Fax goers!! Last chapter may have seemed random, but all this ties into the story… it will come up soon!! So if something's are a little confusing right now, don't worry it will all get sorted out!!

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We were lying in our cell on our backs to the ground. My head was placed on Fangs chest and he had one arm wrapped securely around me. We sat in quiet neither of us really knew what so say. There were so many things to talk about… the flock, what the kiss had been about, if we both felt the same way about it (you know; it ruled!!) if we were going to get out of here, how we were going to get out of here, and last what had happened to me in the hallway. Needless to say there was a lot to talk about. But the two of us were exhausted. We hadn't really had much of a good nights sleep, what with worry about the others well being. So we just sat there, enjoying to company of each other, after all we didn't know how long it would last.

I could only speak for my self, but I was very content lying here in Fangs arms… arm, I didn't really mind at all. I listened to the fast paced, yet steady, beating of his heart. With everything else going on this was the only thing that brought complete reassurance. His heart was beating, he was alive. That was the most calming thought I had had all day. I had just now decided that Fangs heartbeat was my new favorite sound.

The ground was cold and I had very little on my arms, just a torn up long sleeve shirt. There were holes all over from my previous run ins with the flyboys. I scooted closer to Fang for some little more body heat. He tightened his grip on me subconsciously and I smiled to myself on the inside. This was my Fang now!!

"Do you think their okay?" I asked Fang in small whisper. He didn't have to ask to know I was talking about the flock.

"Their fine, Iggy's in charge of them," Fangs reassurance wasn't much but it made me feel the slightest bit better.

"What if they got attacked and someone's hurt?" I asked, a million 'what-if' questions filling my mind.

"Iggy would have taken care of them, Max. They're probably at your mom's house eating cookies and watching TV. Quit worrying," he chuckled, but stopped immediately. I guess it hurt his side to laugh.

I sat up and looked down at him. He gave me a questioning look but I ignored him. I moved over to his other side and lifted up his shirt a little. There was a huge patch on his side that had a little blood leaking through. The guilt I felt was unbearable, I was the reason this had happened to him. I leaned down and placed a small kiss to the left the bandage. I felt a small shiver run through his stomach and at first I thought I had hurt him, but then realized it was from pleasure.

I looked back up to meet his face and saw he had a small smile playing on his lips. I smiled back and it seemed his face lit up a little. I bent down a little and placed a small, quick kiss on his lips.

I pulled back and whispered, "I'm sorry Fang, I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"It's not your fault, Max, you couldn't have known this was going to happen, so stop blaming your self," he said, but I'll admit it was more of an order than a request. I looked down at the bandage one more time letting guilt wash over me than I lay back down next to him. He gently kissed the top of my head and I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. I felt him kiss the top of my head every once and a while and I soon drifted off into unconsciousness.

When I woke up my back was sore from the contact with the hard floor. I looked up to Fang and saw he's eyes were closed and his breathing was slow- he was asleep. I lifted my head up and put my hand against his cheek, I moved it around his face and soon came to his lips. I traced them and thought of how much I loved having them against mine. Was it possible that I had fallen in love with Fang? Better question; had he fallen in love with me? It sure seemed like it from all the… uh, attention I was getting but you can never be sure.

His eyes gently fluttered open and pulled my hand back, but not before he was able recover what was happening. He gave me a small smile, as if to say its okay, and then it was gone. He tried to sit up, but I held him down. Yup that's me, over protective Max.

"I'm fine Max, really, I think I can sit up by now," he said, his voice a little smug. I gave him a glare before giving in and helping him sit up against the wall. He muscles were sore from the lack of use, I could tell. His movements were stiff and shaky, I knew he hated it. He always had to be the strong one, didn't he?

"Better?" I asked and he nodded. I sat down next to me and we didn't talk for a while. It wasn't uncomfortable it was just quiet.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Fang asked quietly and yes HE was the one to start the conversation. I know; crazy!!

"I don't know but we have to make it soon, I know the kids are going to come after us," I informed and he nodded. They would be worried without us and would come to rescue us. That meant that Fang and I would not be the only ones in the cell.

"The last plan didn't work, but maybe you could ask Jeb if there's anything else we could try," Fang said and I looked at him.

"Are we trusting him now?" I asked and truly didn't know if we should or not. I mean he did set us up, but then he tried to bail us out.

"It's the only thing we have," Fang said, and in translation it means 'we have no other choice and he did help us out.' So I guess I'll give it a try.

Jeb, I thought.

Yes Maximum, he replied shortly after I called. Well here it goes.

Do you have any ideas of what to do now??

Jeb:

He would lose his job, hell he would lose his life. He couldn't help them out, it was against the rules. Everything in their lives has been planned out and he couldn't interrupt it. But she was his daughter, no matter where she was or what she was. He wanted her so be free. He just wasn't allowed to let that happen. He thought about quitting before, but everyone that held an office in this place was sworn in and couldn't leave.

At first he thought this would be the dream job, he would run his own office and all those years in med school would pay off big. He thought he would be able to ask Valencia to marry him and the two would be able to raise their child on their own and she would have the best life. Jeb eagerly swore the oath thinking he would never have to leave. That was before they demanded that Jeb give his darling baby girl away. That's when Jeb started hating the company. He refused but they threatened not only his life but the life of his girlfriends, Valencia. The two gave in eventually giving the child up and the couple broke up. That took a major toll on Jeb. He had loved Valencia, hell he still did. Everyday since then he wished he had taken a different job and was still with his girlfriend, well wife, if everything had worked out.

Jeb wanted to leave the business but he couldn't he had to stay and watch over his baby girl, Max. Without him there her life would have turned out way different than it had. He had a huge say in what happened to her, and he had saved her life on many occasions. He loved her, even if Max didn't see it that way. All he has ever wanted was for her to have a better life. He hated himself more and more every time something bad happened to her, but he couldn't stop it. He knew Max needed him, whether or not she did.

I could let them out, Jeb thought to himself, but I would be killed and no one would be able to keep Max safe. Well this was one huge predicament. He also realized that she wasn't safe in this building either, but she needed him to watch over her. She would be able to take care of herself; Jeb knew that, but what if she had another… breakdown. He had to get her out of here, he just had to.

Yes Max, there is another way out of this, he thought back to her.

And how do I do that?? She questioned, and Jeb chuckled at the sarcastic tone in his daughter's voice. That was something she got from her mother, Jeb had heard it many times from Valencia.

I'm going to get you out, but first I have to go to your mother's house. I have to talk to Valencia and to the flock, and then I will come back for you, he said, a plan already forming in his head.

Alright, tell them were okay and not to come looking for us, Max said and he knew she was talking about the flock. She didn't want the group to end up like them, in a cage. Jeb nodded to himself and started printing all the necessary documents from his computer. Jeb was going to try and cover this up as best he could, but it would be difficult. He grabbed the papers from the computer along with some of the medical equipment Valencia would need.

He ordered a car to pick him at the front gate and he left his office. He had always hated this office. It wasn't anything he was proud of, just a small desk with a computer onto of it. He had hopped for something better, more extravagant but this was what he was left with. It was a small space, and the walls were bare, after all he had no family photos to hang up on the wall. No wife to go home to, no children that actually loved him, his life was empty. Just like his office. Maybe that was why Jeb hated it so much. It reminded him of his bare, tired, empty life. At least now he might be able to prove likable to Max. He might be able to prove he was worth something. He was worth something more than a small office and sarcastic comments, both from his daughter and the love of his life. Maybe he would be able to prove himself to Valencia. Maybe he would actually have something to put in his office for once…

Max:

I didn't know what was going on in Jebs mind, but I could tell he was going to help. He might break a couple of rules, but I got this feeling he was going to do anything he could to get us out of here. I guess I had to let up on the guy a little bit. He was just trying to help, and I guess he had his reasons for staying with this God forsaken company, if you can call it a company.

"So?" Fang asked from next to me and I turned to him.

"I think he's trying to work something out, but I don't know what," I relayed the information. "We were just told to stay here. He's going to go talk to the flock and my mom. I don't know why though."

"Alright, so I guess we just sit here," Fang said, and then a devilish smile spread across his face. I gave him a questioning look. "Hmm what ever will we do?"

I smiled back at him before his lips came crashing onto mine. Now I don't know how many of you have kissed Fang before but it is amazing. My heart did one of those little flips and I gave in. My arms found their way up to his neck and his hand was placed on my cheek. His other arm found its way around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Ahh this was pure heaven… that is until I was so rudely interrupted.

"Aw look the two birdies have discovered hormones," someone's voice rang out in the cell. Fang and I jumped up and he pulled me behind him, although I don't know how he planned to save me; I mean he was injured.

The Director was standing in the doorway smiling at us, but it wasn't a very nice smile. It looked like she was silently planning something in her head, and I didn't like it. I stiffened behind Fang while he was glaring at the doctors. Dr. Janssen had several of her evil doctors with her and they had smug looks on as well.

"That ones Fang," she said turning around and several of the scrawny men started walking towards him. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up normally meaning something bad was going to happen. Fang's grip on me tightened as the men walked closer.

"What do you think your doing?" he asked and some of the scientists actually looked scared. I smirked to myself know that he uses that voice on me sometimes, but I was strong enough to be unfazed by it.

"We need you for some tests," both Fang and I stiffened at the mention of tests. There was no way he was going to go anywhere without me. He wouldn't last ten minutes doing some of the stuff we've done in the past.

"I don't care what you think, you will not be getting any where near him without a fight," I threatened moving to stand beside Fang.

One of the men in the group had obviously dealt with situations like this before because he came in front with a hard glare plastered on his face. "Well then maybe I should call the flyboys."

Oh this would be fun!!

"Who the hell do you think you are dealing with, buddy," my voice was hard and determined as I took a step forward. "We can take on those flyboys without a problem. We are the two strongest and well equipped people in this building and you're threatening us with a couple of overly modified pieces of metal. They wouldn't do anything to us, so why don't you come back when you have something better to threaten us with!?" I said taking one more advancing step. His face seemed to falter a little and then a murderous grin broke out on his face. My stomach just dropped about three feet.

Within moments there were flyboys flowing into the room, their metal bodies just barely fitting through the small doorway. The squeak of metal filled the room making Fang and I stand on edge. He winced as he lowered himself into a crouched position and I knew this would not end pretty. I positioned myself so I was closer to him incase something happened and he need support. I vowed to stay here through out the whole ordeal, there was no way they were gong to move me from beside Fang. That was the one place I knew I belonged. Sometimes I don't feel like I belong; like in a cage, or in a school, hell I don't even belong in a restaurant. I do, however, know I belong next to Fang. That much is for sure.

They all rushed at us at the same time making a barrier between us and the doorway out. We were in this till the end, no running or hiding. I felt a scrape hit my cheek as I threw a punch at something in front of me. Everything was a blur, when a new injury appeared on me I could barely register who had given it to me. I was hitting and kick as many things as I could, I might have given the wall a nice hard punch at a time or two. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Fang fighting as best he could, but he was tiring. His side was bleeding again and the last thing I registered before I felt the familiar prick in the neck was a scream that came from Fang.

Fang:

Fangs saw the flyboys entering the room and he knew as well as Max that they were screwed. The two were clearly not equipped to handle this many robots at a time like this, even if they were half assed pieces of shit. They weren't going to get through the fight but that didn't mean that the two would make this easy for the stupid machines. Fang put all previous pains from his head. It was almost amazing how he could cover his pain and fear; it was like they had never existed.

He gave a side glance to Max and saw a flash of self doubt cross her mind. He knew what she was thinking; there was no running in this battle. They were going to fight until they got clambered and every then they would fight some more. Fang took a fight position and soon pictures of earlier battles crossed his mind.

This was a weird ritual Fang always did before he was about to engage in battle. He always thought of how the fuckers had ruined his life before. All the harbored rage and hatred would pour out of him and he was able to kick some serious flyboy ass. He would think of previous time when the flock had been hurt due to the monsters standing in front of him. Fangs number one weakness was the flock. He could care less about himself, he could withstand the pain, but the flock was his weakness. He pictures times when they were hurt. When small Angel falling from the sky, limp from a bleeding wound in her head, or when Max is clutching her head from a brain attack. He thinks of these things and sometimes winces from the sights he sees. But afterwards he is ready to take some suckers down.

The flyboys were soon racing at them and Fang was throwing punches like never before. He could feel his energy leak from him with every punch he made, but he kept going. There was no way he was going to let them take Max. He worked hard and always looked out of the corner of his eye at Max. She was fighting, blood streaming down her face from a cut that was on her cheek. Anger roared inside him and he knocked a flyboy down in one punch. Then there was the needle. He saw with wide eyes, his blood running cold. If there was one thing Fang couldn't take it was a needle.

The sharp object was headed straight towards Max's neck and he knew she would be out in seconds. After all, Fang could recognize the dark green substance anywhere. Fang had always been a fighter when he was growing up, a rebel. He was fighting the stupid Whitecoat's and the erasers whenever one would come near him. Even as a kid he was the most powerful fighter the school had. Fang could now easily take on about thirty flyboys at a time, when he didn't have a wound in his side. Sometimes in his youth he had gotten a tad out of control and the Whitecoat's had to know him out in order to calm him down, the dark green liquid. If was like gel running through your veins and Fang absolutely despised it, but he always fought to the last second.

A shout rang out in the room and Fang recognized it was his own, he was calling to Max, but it was too late. The putrid thing had broken the skin and now the liquid was coursing through her veins. Fang didn't see the needle that was headed towards the back of his neck until the horrid sting shot through is neck. He had grown a tolerance to the vile liquid, making it take about a minute to knock him out. This allowed him to feel the familiar pulse as it entered the blood stream. His body started aching and he fell to the ground. It made his arms and legs feel like lead and his head hurt. Soon the comforting blackness took over his vision and the peaceful lull of unconsciousness was blessed upon him.

AN: There you go!! Fax!! I didn't want to portray Jeb as the bad guy!! I don't think he is I just think he is tricked into situations; I think that everyone takes advantage of him. I hoped you liked it and I hope to be reading many reviews.

I also need more opinions on IggyxElla of IggyXNudge!!