AN. YAY! I have 37 reviews, which makes me so happy! I will NOT be killing Fang any time soon, so you don't have to worry about that. ;) Thank you to every single person that read ADKP, and reviewed and I was wondering if you all thought that I should do a sequel, after I finish the bazillion chapters I'm going to do for this story. Shout out to WhySOSerious, who happens to be one of my most frequent reviewers. You go girl! Say hi or PM me if you want me to do a one-shot or have any idea of where the heck I should go with this. Without further ado, to the story!
Drink Chai, Live Life, Love Fax. ;)
~Stardust
/`)*('/ hey y'all! I'm Christy, I'm a line break! Glad to meetcha! /`)*('/
I swung off Firestorm, who went straight to Blaxton, and began nosing his shoulder, and he returned the favor. Had I not been so worried about Fang, I probably would've been at least slightly disturbed by this.
I knelt down next to the black form which was covered by a hard layer of ice and snow. It could only have been Fang, trapped in a near airless chamber. First, I used the pommel, or hilt, of my dagger to crack the frost open. I started near his head and moved down to his feet. Then, I took the blade and carefully lifted each of the cracked pieces off of Fang. After that, I shifted Fang away from the ice and wrapped him in one of my wool blankets so he wouldn't freeze.
Blaxton had become interested in what we were doing, so I called him and Firestorm over. Blaxton put his head on Fang's chest as I was lifting him up towards the saddle I had on Firestorm. It was like they both knew what I was doing, and were cooperating with me. Together, Blaxton and I lifted Fang onto Firestorm's saddle, and I mounted behind him. We set off back toward camp at a trot, and arrived fairly quickly.
I knew Fang wasn't warm enough yet, so I found a shallow, secluded area in the river, willows surrounding a rocky pool that was sunny enough to be warm. I had Firestorm bring him over to me, and I pulled him off of her saddle, laying him down on one of the larger rocks. With a sense of trepidation, I slowly took off his shirt, which was still crusted over with snow, which would NOT help him warm up. Then his chain-mail was next to his shirt. Again, metal is COLD. Not the best thing for someone who probably has hypothermia and frost-bite. Then I pulled off his jerkins, so he was in his breech clothes, (AN: that's an old term for BOXERS people, minds out of the gutter please. ), in front of me. Holding my breath, I slid him gently into the water, careful to keep his head above the water line. As expected, he started shivering almost immediately, which was a good sign. It meant that he was getting his feeling back, instead of lying still like the dead.
Knowing I would kill myself later, I pulled off my jacket and boots and threw them by his clothes, which I had lain out to melt and dry. Then I slipped in next to him and began slowly running my hands up and down his arms, humming an old melody my mother, my REAL mother had taught me when I was young and couldn't sleep. She had also taught me the words that went with the song.
"Sing little angel, sing of your heart.
Sing to Lady's Fire and Ice,
Lord's light and Shadow
Sing of the birds in
Lady Forest's mighty boughs
Sing of the waves
In Lady Ocean's home
Sing of the tear (rhymes with deer)
That floats in between
The worlds
Sing of the lost
Kings and Queens
Sing to grant your wings
Sing your little melody"
Now, normally, I wouldn't sing because it reminded me too much of my mom, but now, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Unconsciously, as I was singing, I had gone from stroking Fang's arms to tracing the hard planes of his stomach and chest. I could feel his heart beating fast and hot under my hand, and it made me feel better that I wasn't going to lose the infuriating and incredible guard any time soon.
A small, rasping voice made me start out of my reverie, "Don't stop."
I smiled to myself, 'Only for him,' I thought.
"I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
While I got time and she got freedom
'Cus when a heart breaks no it don't break even.
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man who's going to put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks no it doesn't break even.
Oh, what am I supposed to do when?
The best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say, when
I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, I'm falling to pieces
They say that things happen for a reason
But no wise words going to stop the bleeding'
'Cause she's long gone while I'm still grieving
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break even
Oh, what am I going to do?
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say
When I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yea
I'm falling to pieces, yea
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
(I'm still alive but the other one's leaving
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even)
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took his suitcase - I took the blame
Now I'm trying to make sense of what little remains
Oh cause you left me with no love in order to my name
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break no it don't break no it don't break even
And what am I going to do when the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
(I'm still alive but the other one's leaving.)
('Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even)
Oh it don't break even no, ohh
It don't break even no, ohh
It don't break even no"
"You have a beautiful voice, Max."
I turned and smiled at the boy still lying down beside me.
"Why did I have to save you, boy? I thought you were the one who was supposed to be saving me."
He smiled cheekily, "I thought I had already crossed over when I heard you sing. If I wasn't so violently cold, I would have believed I was dead."
I rolled my eyes, "You boys are all the same. When you aren't cocky, you're arrogant, and when you aren't arrogant, you're conceited, and when you aren't conceited, you're cocky."
"What about when we are nice?"
Giggling inside, since Maximum Ride does not giggle, I said, "That in itself is a miracle worthy of praise to Lady Luck herself."
"What happened to being respectful of the deities?"
"I am Maximum Ride, since when am I ever respectful?"
"You shouldn't answer questions with a question."
"Yet another rule I have broken."
He grinned at me, and I grinned back. During our entire exchange, I had not quit tracing designs on his chest, which was still submerged. He seemed to notice it for the first time and shakily closed his eyelids. I had the abrupt desire to lay butterfly kisses all along his face, hold myself close to him, and talk like there was nothing else in the world that needed our attention.
"If you want me to not go berserk and end up doing something I really shouldn't, I would suggest that you stop."
That sentence in itself was surprising, but what scared me more was his voice, deep and dark and rasping as much as silk can.
I stifled a gasp at his words, and his eyes opened, darker than I had ever seen them, as dark as the gap between the stars.
I was frozen in place as he leaned slowly, closer, closer, closer.
/(*~*)/ Hey! My name is Ali, and I am a line break. /(*~*)/
Ha! To all the people who were hoping for extreme Faxness, sorry, but I promise, cross my heart, hope to sing, and take a chainsaw to my wing, that I will put some in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed the OOCness, because there (hopefully), won't be much more of that from now on.
Drink Chai, Live Life, Love Fax.
~Stardust