AN- I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update again! This will probably be that last chapter, unless I have any Major Brainwaves, but I've kinda run out of ideas! Still, hope you like this chapter, title's from an (AWESOME) Adele song, 'Crazy For You' :)

"Honestly, we'll be back before you have time to miss us," I promised Ella for the fifty seventh time; we were leaving today to go find somewhere else to stay for a while, within flying distance of the Martinez house, of course. Not that this stopped Ella from getting upset. I could tell Dr. Martinez was getting a little teary as well, although I had explained that we'd try not to be more than an hour or so away, if possible. None of us were particularly familiar with the local area, but we'd been leant a map of the state which showed the most deserted and populated places so as to avoid recognition and the capture that came with it.

Ella continued crying, though she cheered up some when Iggy came over and gave her a hug; I laughed as a blush crept up both their cheeks. Angel followed Iggy's example, wrapping herself around Dr. Martinez's legs and holding tightly.

"Come on Angel, sweetie," I said as I half-wrenched her from Dr. M's body.

I don't want to go though Max.

I know you don't, but we won't be very far away, now, will we?

I guess.

I patted her on the head and turned just in time to see Gazzy slipping a small box into his jean pockets.

"Gazzy. Hand over the matches before I blow you up myself." He grinned sheepishly as he passed the offending box to me, and Dr. M shot me a grateful (or exasperated, it really could have been either) look.

Fang, stood by the gate, checked his battered watch anxiously, for it would be dark soon and we needed somewhere to stay for the night. I sighed and made my way over to Dr. M and Ella, and blinked hurriedly as they enveloped me into a chocolate scented embrace.

"Remember, we're always here if you need us, honey." I nodded as her face blurred through my unshed tears, and was vaguely aware of my surroundings as we walked towards the gate to take off, careful to make sure we were not being watched.

Half an hour or so later we saw a small park about a mile away, disguised cleverly by a thick wall of trees. It had obviously been some time since this park was last used, judging by the yellowed newspapers scattered on its floor: "BEATLES TO SPILT AFTER YEARS IN THE SPOTLIGHT."

To be perfectly honest, I had no idea who the Beatles were (grew up in a dog crate, remember?) but the accompanying headlines revealed that this park had probably been out of use for around forty years.

I motioned towards it and Fang glanced in my direction for what felt like the hundredth time since we left the Martinez house.

"You alright?" He muttered.

I nodded, "I think so, although my wings are a bit stiff."

We landed silently and I watched as Angel and Nudge raced towards the disused swings. They creaked ominously in the darkness, and I couldn't help feeling like we were being watched. Maybe it was a bit of the old paranoia kicking in. Hmm.

Angel obviously hadn't spotted anything, and Iggy seemed calm, for Iggy. Fang looked uncomfortable too, I was relieved to see, his eyes darting around as is chasing a mosquito with them.

Within twenty minutes, the others were settling in the overgrown grass to sleep, and I sat rigidly at the top of the slide, the highest part of the park where I could still see the Flock. I have to admit, I did feel more than slightly stupid, sat in the middle of a (mercifully deserted) children's play area, wings splayed either side of the weird metal construction, whistling the song stuck in my head since yesterday.

"Hello Max." I shrieked and fell rather ungracefully down the cold metal slide, and growled in embarrassment more than anything else as I saw Fang's smug face appear at the top of the stupid ladder.

"I couldn't sleep," he continued as I hauled myself up.

"So you decided to go scare the living daylights out of your leader?" I interrupted, still annoyed at the crimson blush I could feel spreading across my face. He smirked until I flew up and shoved him down the same metal I had fallen down moments before. "Gosh, I can definitely go to sleep now!"

"Sorry, I thought you would've heard me," he replied from his new position on the gravel.

We walked over to the creaky swings and sat down on them carefully.

"So. You think this is a good place to stay?" Fang asked quietly.

"Not really. I mean, it'll be a good place to come in the day for Angel and Gazzy, but we need a house, or something, don't we?" I replied. "I mean, it'd be great if we could stay close to Ella and her mum, but I don't know if we'll be able to, and we can't exactly walk into an Estate Agents' and ask for a nice, isolated house, preferably in the woods, with individual rooms for six mutant kids, can we?"

"Maybe we could try living in motels or something," he suggested, "like, in the city, where they have thousand room hotels. They'd never notice we were even there."

"I guess, and if we're near a city we won't be so obvious to others, and, so long as we can get to places like this easily, we wouldn't be too far from places," I continued with his idea, thinking of the different ways we could get in and out of town- trains, planes, buses et cetera- until we'd be far out enough to start flying again.

It was actually a pretty good idea, not that I was going to admit it to Fang any time soon.

Is there something else you're keeping from Fang? I blushed once more, hoping that the Voice would sense my anger instead.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"No what?" Fang asked, confused. I ignored him, hoping he'd get the picture.

You mean you're not crazy for him?

Shut up, Voice.

Only when you tell him

What if I don't? There was a pause as the Voice thought about it for a bit.

Suddenly, my brain was filled with images, conversations being played through my mind

Fang, watching me learn how to fly: "How come she's so good?"

Fang, fighting Erasers: "Get your hands OFF her!"

Fang, a couple of days ago, leaning into me as I was still unconscious: "I love you so much, Max."

I opened my eyes and found myself on the floor, Fang's worried brown eyes meeting my own confused ones.

"Max? Are you alright?"

I shook my head slowly, "Killer headache. Stupid Voice was going on at me again."

"What about?" My face flushed scarlet at his question, giving away the answer spectacularly.

"Oh."

He leaned forwards so our faces were almost touching, and...

Well, you can probably guess what happened next.

And no, I did not fly away afterwards either.