Tempest song fic:

I'm not going to type the lyrics because Izzy did that for you in her version. Hope you like it!

Fang sat at his desk in silence, a stack of papers piled high in front of him. He looked up gratefully when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" He called, pushing the papers aside.

A girl, about fourteen walked in, by her side walked a small boy, about five.

"Mr. President?" She asked hesitantly, trying to hide the uncertainty in her voice.

Fang looked at her curiously. "Yes."

"Can I talk to you, outside?" The girl asked, the boy looked quickly from the president to the girl.

After a moments silence, Fang stood up and straightened his suit.

"Just so long as it's not too long, I have to get back to work." He said stiffly, not really wanting to continue the paper work at all.

The girl's jaw tightened briefly and she nodded that she would make it fast. Fang led her and the boy outside.

"Who might you be, exactly?" Fang asked; the girl looked familiar, but he couldn't place where or why.

"I'm Journey," She said slowly, than looked down at the boy. "And that's Alden."

Fang raised an eyebrow at her. "Why doesn't he introduce himself?"

"I'd like to ask you some questions, first, but I will get to that." Journey explained. He tilted his head to one side and she continued. "How can you sit in you're office while there are people dying on the street every minute?"

"Everyone dies." Fang said evasively, but she was already shaking her head.

"Yes, but how can you sleep at night knowing that every decision you make affects every person in the United States?"

"I'm not following you…." He trailed off, staring hard at her.

Journey sighed, irritated, and decided that it would be easier to just jump to the point than beat around the bush.

"Alden's mom was raped, mugged, and murdered on the streets of down town." Fang's face seemed to pale, but it was so slight that Journey didn't know if she just imagined it. "It was three against one, they didn't even see him until after she was dead. Then they slit his throat and left him to die. He was three at the time, and those men didn't think twice about it." She paused, her throat was closing up and she could feel the tears behind her eyes. "I found him wandering the streets. To this day he still has nightmares about them, but when they slit his throat, they cut his voice box somehow so he can't even yell for help. Momma said it was a once in a lifetime shot, but that he should be thankful that he is alive."

"I'm sorry about that." Fang said as they started walking. He glanced at the boy, when he'd first seen the child he hadn't known that anything was wrong, but now that he looked, he could see a white scar across his throat.

Journey led him down the street to a hospital and opened the doors for him.

"Why are we here?" Fang asked.

"I want to show you what you aren't seeing. To point out all that you have turned a blind eye to." Journey said softly, pushing Alden through the double doors.

They hadn't gone more than a few feet through the door when there was a loud exaggerated, "HELLO!" form a tall man half running-half walking towards them. Journey smiled at the drugged man and gave him a big hug. The man touched her face, then it became apparent to Fang that he was blind.

"Do you know who he is?" Journey asked Fang.

Fang only shook his head, the man had super pale skin, very blond messy hair, and his pupils were dilated. The man cocked his head back at him. He obviously didn't remember him either.

"I don't know." Fang said slowly, shaking his head.

Journey pursed her lips in surprise, but then she smiled grimly.

"I guess it would be hard for you to recognize him how…after all that he's been through." She said. The man walked away just as quickly as he'd come. "Although, I am shocked that you can't remember Iggy. You two were like brothers."

Fang gasped and jerked his head back to try and look after the man, but he was already out of sight. Journey grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the hospital.

"Where are we going now?" Fang asked, his voice sounded horse. He wanted to go back to his office and not follow this girl any more, but he couldn't, he found himself following her without any other questions.

Journey didn't answer, but Alden led this time. He seemed happy, bouncing happily down the sidewalk. He knew exactly where they were going and as they rounded a corner, Journey started speaking abruptly again.

"You sit in your office, and make three hundred thousand dollars a year, whether you help the United States or not. While there are those out there, who sweat, work hard, and even die doing minimum wage jobs and they get paid less than a tenth of what you do." She said as they neared a run down looking house.

Fangs heart went cold as he wondered who lived in this house that he might know. Alden didn't even bother knocking as he pushed open the door and ran inside. Journey followed after Fang and looked around.

A man was passed out on the couch, his blue eyes were half open and there was an empty vodka bottle in his hand. He snored loudly and as their eyes became accustom to the bad lighting they could see a puddle of sick beneath him. A young woman entered form a different room, a shocked look on her face. She wore tattered clothes that looked as if they had been fished out of a dumpster.

"Fang." She croaked, her voice sounded as if she was near tears. "Fang, you're here."

Fang's stomach fell to his knees as he realized who the woman and man were.

"Angel," he whispered, "Gazzy." It took him a second to realize that his eyes were burning with unshed tears.

Angel looked from Journey to Alden, to Fang. She wiped tears from her cheeks and turned away. She couldn't do this. She couldn't see him.

Fang stepped towards her, but she stepped away, out of his reach.

"I can't," She said in a heart broken voice. "You left fourteen years ago when you got that job offer… I can't, I'm sorry. You left us all." She left the room hurriedly.

Fang let his hand fall back to his side. "You all were fine when I left." He murmured; only Journey had heard him.

"That was a long time ago, even longer when you lost contact with them." She said, putting a hand on his arm.

Fang shook his head side to side quickly, how could this happen? How could all this be going on and him be blind?

"Come on, we've got two more to visit." Journey said, pulling him out of the house. "Alden, come on."

"Two?" Fang asked, his heart thudding. "There are three left. Max, Nudge, and Total."

She shook her head sadly. "Total tried to make it on his own, and got put in the pound. The pound ran out of food and they had to put him to sleep."

Fangs stomach twisted. He couldn't even bring himself to accept that one of them had died, one of their family.

They arrived at a mental hospital and Fang couldn't even bring himself to ask who was there. They walked through the bleach white halls and came to the last door on the right. Journey wasn't tall enough to see into the small window on the door, but Fang easily could.

Nudge was sitting in the middle of the room rocking back and forth singing, "Ring around the Rosie" in a sickly sweet voice. Her eyes were staring off into the distance and every once in a while she would twitch violently.

"What happened?" Fang hadn't even realized that he'd spoken, his voice sounded detached from his body.

"Four years ago her two children were taken from her after she couldn't afford a house and food, and then she just…lost it. She's been in here for three years." Journey explained; she could hear Nudge singing.

Then the singing stopped and Nudge turned her head to the window, as if sensing that she was being watched. Upon seeing Fang her eyes grew wide with rage and she flew to her feet, yelling and cursing.

Fang backed up quickly, but the loud thud against the door as she hit it made him turn and almost run down the hall, back to the street. Even as he was hurrying he could hear her yells.

"YOU GOD DAMN FOOL! YOU LEFT US TO DIE! YOU LEFT US ALL! AT LEAST IF YOU HAD STAYED YOU'D UNDERSTAND WHAT WE WERE GOING THROUGH. BUT NO, YOU'RE TOO HIGH AND MIGHTY TO EVEN COME AND VISIT WITHOUT BEING DRAGGED!"

"Please tell me Max is okay." Fang pleaded, watching as Journey and Alden walked calmly out of the front doors.

Journey looked down sadly. "I can't make any promises."

"How the hell do you even know these people anyways?" Fang demanded, rounding on the girl. "How do you know, my friends, my family?"

Journey cocked her head at him. "You haven't figured it out?"

Fang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dropped on his head.

"Figured what out?" He asked slowly.

"I'm Max's daughter, and you can't claim any of them as your family after what you've done." Journey felt tears on her cheek as she turned and ran away, Alden following her. He was surprisingly fast.

Fang ran after them, his feet hardly making any noise on the concrete; briefly he wondered how this looked to passers by, a full-grown man chasing after a teenage girl and a small boy. He came to a sudden halt as Journey and Alden vanished into an apartment. He hesitated. Then followed, not bothering to knock.

Fang's heart froze and he stopped breathing. Max lay on an old couch, her face pale and dark circles around her eyes. Her breathing was ragged and strained as she looked around. Journey and Alden knelt by her side, bidding her to take deep breaths.

"Fang." She whispered, "Take good care of your son and daughter." she smiled at him for a second before she took a ragged gasping breath, and went limp.

"Mom!" Journey cried, shaking her shoulder.

Max didn't respond.