Yay! In one day, I've had seven reviews! I Luv U Guys! Thanks xXxFoolishYoungAndInLovexXx for your review, and yes, it is that particular song. No, I am not going to tell people what it is in case they want to guess the name. I have a request. Will you guys give me your fav thinking songs that are age appropriate for a teen? I'm stuck on Parachute and Paramore. I need help with that. Now, without further ado, Sir Nickolai?

Fnick: Stardust doesn't own me, Max, or any of the other Flock members in this story. *Smexy smirk*

Me: Thank you for that. Now, ladies, after you get done ogoling, if I get... 20 reviews, I will put a shirtless Fang in the next chappie.

/I am Dan. Stardust's dad thinks I am named after a crush/

I turned to see an almost humble looking Sir Nickolai.

"What do you want?" I asked, not really wanting to deal with people right now.

"I want to... apologize.. for the way I acted in the meeting room."

Well, this was an unexpected turn in my day. First I make my dad angery, (not really unexpected), after I had been dressed up by Nudge and Angel. (The little traitors. They almost surely had known about Sir Emo and had dressed me up to get me a date.)

"It's fine," Wait, what the heck was I saying? Maximum Ride accepting an apology without the will-bending power of Bambi eyes? Jeez, I was going soft, "I was already having a rough morning, and having Jeb blow up on me is second only to Queen Brigid the Frigid trying to 'Make me a girl'."

He seemed somewhat shocked with my depricating talk of my step-mom, then he grinned, and said, "Well, I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't approve of Jeb's choice of girls."

"Yeah. You would've loved my real mom. Her name was Valencia, and she was the sweetest person. She would help her people and animals. She would've recognized the tension as the start of a war, and would have stopped it. She was amazing, but she died during the epidemic of the Desert Lands."

"That sucks."

I laughed bitterly, "You're always so blunt, and somehow that makes me feel better than every one of the well written sympathy speeches I've heard and pretended to like put together."

"Being blunt is my specialty."

I looked at him slyly, "Are you sure about that Sir Emo?"

And then he did something that lit up my day, no matter how much I would try to deny it. He laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Until tears were leaking out of his eyes and we were both rolling on the ground holding our sides, and totally out of breath. Finally, we sat up, still gasping. He smiled, revealing slightly pointed teeth, which gave me an idea.

"That's it!"

Confused, but still grinning, he looked at me, "What's it?"

"That's your nick name!"

Now, his old mask was slipping into place, "Explain," he said in a monotone. (Seriously, where does this guy get his emotionlesness?)

Rolling my eyes, I indulged him, "Instead of Sir Nikolas deMimsy Porpinorgan, I am giving you a nick-name. And from now on, you shall be known to all as Fang."

"Fang?"

"Fang."

And the darned boy just wouldn't quit smiling.