Your Guardian Angel

The Dream

Standing in a field of flowers, Fang couldn't feel more out of place. Yellow flowers, at that. Yellow, he personally considered an overrated, too bright color. One of his least favorite colors, in fact. But right now, he wasn't bothered as much by the flowers as he was by what he was seeing in front of him.

There they were, Max, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, Total, everybody else. But him. And they were standing around, talking and laughing, Gazzy seemed to be telling a joke, or something of the like. He couldn't hear a word of what they were saying, it was like someone had put them on mute or something, which may have been an improvement in the cases of Nudge and Total, but in this format, it wasn't. He took a step closer, and tried to call out to them, but found his vocal chords were failing him, and all that came out was a defeated croak. But someone did see him, Iggy. Well, no, Iggy couldn't have seen him, Iggy didn't see, he was blind. Oddly enough though, his eyes, sightless as they were, seemed to lock on Fang's. And the blonde boy took a step forward, followed by another. Fang did the same. They walked until they stood nose to nose, literally. Fang took a deep breath, but still no words flowed from his empty mouth. Iggy also remained on mute, but he smiled a wide, toothy smile and gave Fang a wave, which Fang sheepishly returned.

Iggy, usually goofy and sarcastic, suddenly seemed very serious, his smile faded, and his hand slipped into Fang's.

Then, came Fang's favorite part of the dream, when he got the chance to lean forward and plant his lips firmly on Iggy's.

As Fang's sleep fell deeper, the dream intensified, and Fang was thrashing a smile planted pleasantly on his face as he did so. By the time he awoke, panting and eyes wide, he felt as if he'd had a load of bricks lifted off of his chest and had been used to pummel him in the face. Both relieved and stunned, he curled onto his side, dead set on staying awake for the rest of the night.

This dream, specifically, was fairly reoccurring. The same every time, no matter what. And it shook him. He felt so… good. About kissing Iggy, holding him, and not just his hand. But Iggy was his friend, and fellow member of the Flock. Plus there was Max. Dear, dear, Max, whom seemed to have set her own sights on Iggy. What with their inside jokes and private little chit-chats. He wasn't sure Iggy was really all that into it, but she was.

Therefore, even if, by some small chance, Iggy was to also be feeling similar to himself, then they might have to deal with the nasty business of break Maximum Ride's heart. And he was sure that Iggy didn't anyways.

He probably wasn't half as much into Iggy as he thought he was, either, hell, it was probably just, you know, dreams. People had dreams all the time, didn't mean anything.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you, I'll be the one

A/N: Short chapter, but very important.