A/N: I do not own Maximim Ride or its characters.
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Fang POV
Fang woke up with a needle jabbed into his arm.
"AARRRGGH!" he yelled, attempting to fling the thing off, but to no success. Right… tied to a table, he recalled, sighing.
The oh-so-good Dr. G.H. pulled the needle out, and Fang did not appreciate the length of the pointy object.
"Oh you really flatter me with all this special treat, Dr. G," Fang said, his voice raspy from disuse.
The Doctor almost jumped with surprise at Fang's wakefulness. Then, to Fang's utmost displeasure, the Doctor smiled at him. Warmly. Fang wanted to throw a rock at the guy, maybe even the needle. Fang nodded to himself. Yes, the needle would work.
"Well hello again, Fang," Dr. G.H. said putting the needle full of Fang's blood on a tray. "I see you've returned from your little space-out time for your remark about my sanity." Fang smirked. Dr. G.H. continued, "So you understand now, that you'll be knocked out if you cause me displeasure, yes? Good."
Fang rolled his eyes, and sighed again. The sigh turned into a yawn, and Dr. G.H. gave him a sharp look. Fang tried to raise his hands in a "Hey, can't help it," shrug, but again, his hands were bound to the extremely hard and uncomfortable table, so he could only execute a minor shoulder-roll.
"So what's the big plan this time, Doc?" Fang asked casually, keeping his voice bored, his expression neutral. But on the inside, Fang was dying to know. If he knew the plan, he could foil the plan. It was a Flock specialty.
Thinking about the Flock made a pang of pain beat through Fang's heart. For Angel… For Max… and for everyone else, of course. Fang's thoughts roamed to his gang, and a picture entered his mind of a beautiful girl with a pink streak through her brown and blond hair. Maya. But she was no Max, she never would be, and so Fang refocused on his plan, so he wouldn't have to deal with the unexpected mini mind-breakdown.
"The plan, you ask?" the Doctor said, stealing Fang's signature smirk, causing Fang to silently seethe. "Well, I'll show you."
Fang watched, a little repulsed, as Dr. G.H. emptied Fang's needle into a jar, mixing in a dash of foamy pink liquid and a splash of fizzing blue into. Then, Dr. G.H. drank the mixture. Fang, being Fang, said nothing, showed nothing, but on the inside, he was retching. WTH was wrong with this man?
Nothing happened to Dr. G.H., but then, the Doctor smiled at Fang, and closed his eyes. Fang blinked, and when he opened his eyes a second later, the Doctor was gone.
In his place, stood Fang. But Fang was strapped to the table, so that Fang couldn't be Fang. Ah, I'm confusing myself, thought Fang, the real Fang, mildly. Then he noticed the white lab coat. The jar in the other Fang's hand. Oh my God…the madman's created a shape-shifting potion!
Fang watched silently, disturbed, as Dr. G.H. turned back into a crummy scientist again. The Doctor turned and smiled evilly at Fang again, clearing enjoying the mild look of freak-out in Fang's eyes, knowing that the look meant that Fang was in I'm-going-to-blow-up mode.
"And now," the brilliantly mad scientist stated, eyeing Fang joyously. "You see how Dylan will win over Max if she doesn't see the perfection in him, if she still calls for you."
Fang's olive skin paled, but he managed an eye-roll anyway. "Like Max is dumb enough to fall for that."
"Maybe not dumb enough," the Doctor agreed. "But certainly she is heart-broken enough to want her Fang back, no matter what the circumstances of his appearance are. No matter how he acts."
Fang's mouth opened wide for a sharp retort, but closed just as quickly. What the Doctor said made sense, Fang knew that he'd feel the same if Max had left him like he had left her. She would believe the lie. "And it's all my fault," Fang whispered, hearing the pain in his own voice.