"Your feathers are pre-tty," Angel drawled. She traced the outline of Fang's wings through his shirt.

"Don't do that, Ange," Max said from across the room. "You'll wake up the troll."

Angel giggled, poking the back of Fang's head. "Are you awake yet?"

Fang mumbled something incoherent.

"Max, did you go on a killing rampage and cut his tongue off?" Nudge asked, studying Fang's face. It was emotionless , like always.

"You woke me up," he slurred. "Why did you wake me up?"

Max chucked a pillow at him, hitting him on the side of the head. He turned to her and frowned. "Ow."

"Fang's acting weird today," Angel observed.

"Maybe Iggy poisoned his orange juice with Valium," Max said, rolling her eyes.

"Fang, I poisoned your drink with Valium!" Iggy shouted, barreling into the room. He held up a glass of orange juice proudly. Max gaped at him, while Nudge and Angel giggled, in hysterics. Fang turned to him slowly, eyes weary.

"That's a big accomplishment for you, Iggy," he murmured, and fell asleep.

Iggy furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "…Dude. You're supposed to be half way towards me, malice in your eyes."

"Using big words. Another big accomplishment for Iggy," Max said. She walked over to Fang and felt his forehead.

Fang made noises of protest, trying to squirm away from Max.

"Fang, shut up and stay still," Max said irritably.

"I'm not sick!" Fang rested his head on the arm rest of the couch. "Just tired."

"Well, you're burning hot," Max said, drawing her hand back.

"Why, thank you." Fang grinned up at her.

Max made a face. "If you weren't so spineless right now, I'd slap you." She disappeared into the kitchen. "Ig, where's the medicine?"

"I'm blind!" Iggy wailed, although he knew very well where the medicine was.

"I'm not sick," Fang repeated, falling onto his back. Angel scooted out of the way. She looked down at him, trying to decipher how he was feeling.

If only she could read minds.

There was a bark. Nudge squealed. "Total!"

A black, Scottish terrier bounded into the living room and pawed at Nudge's legs. She reached down and scooped him up, petting him.

"Hi, Total. Did you have a nice sleep?" Angel crowed, immediately turning to the puppy. Total barked happily and licked her face. And Nudge's, too.

"Max, what are you doing?" Dr. M walked in the kitchen, seeing her daughter and Iggy going through the medicine cabinet.

"We think Fang has a fever," Max answered. She brought out two types of medicine. "Which one should I use?"

Dr. M took over the job and brought a tiny cup of medicine to Fang. He refused it.

"Just drink it!" Iggy said impatiently.

Max watched from beside Iggy. She smirked, remembering a specific memory.

~(Flashback—Max and Fang are 6)~

Max knocked on Fang's back. He was facing away from her, head in hand.

"Fang, what's wrong?" Max said, circling him. She stopped in front of him and bent down, trying to look at his face.

"I'm okay, Maxie," Fang said, standing straighter. His face was flushed, which made Max curious.

"Why is your face turning into a tomato?" She asked, alarmed.

Fang put a hand on his cheek. "It's no tomato." He patted the top of his head. "See? No leaves comin' out of my head."

Max reached up and felt the top of his head, too. True to his word, it was…leafless. Max's hand dropped to Fang's forehead and she gasped.

"Fang, you're warm!" She exclaimed.

Fang nodded. "Course I am. Our avwage body tempewature is 98.6 degrees Farenheit. It's only…" Fang tried to do the math in his head.

"No, I'm taking you to mommy!" Max said, grabbing his hand. She noticed it was warm as well. She pulled him into her house where her mom was watching TV. Angel was asleep on one couch and the Gasman was on the floor, enraptured by the TV.

"Mommy, Fang is catching on fire," Max said. Her mother looked at her funny.

"Mommy, Fang is going to burn to ashes if you don't fix him!" Max begged. Beside her Fang was mortified.

"Here." Dr. M gestured for him to come closer. Fang stepped forward and she leaned towards him, feeling his fore head. "Hm. He does feel warm."

"I know!" Max agreed. "I'm pretty sure he's over 200 degrees Fawnheit."

"Farenheit, Maxie," Fang said.

"Whatever, Fangie-poo," Max said, rolling her eyes.

Dr. M led them to the kitchen where she rummaged around the cupboard for medicine. "Medicine for a fever," she murmured. After a few seconds of Max insisting that Fang was going to die soon and searching in the cupboard, she finally found something. She poured it into a teaspoon and lowered it to Fang's mouth.

Fang closed his mouth shut, shaking his head furiously. "Medicine taste yuck."

"Fang, just drink it or else!" Max said impatiently.

"No!"

"Drink it or I'll shove it down your throat myself!"

"No."

"Get back here!" Max grabbed Fang's waist as he tried to get away.

"Dr. Martinez!" He screeched. "She's gunna…OW!" When he'd taken a step forward, Max had yanked his overlong hair. "MAXIE!"

"Shush, little Fangie," Max cooed. She held him still, telling her mom to pry open his mouth and let him drink it.

"Max, don't be mean." Dr. M said. "Let go of Fang."

"But he's never gonna drink it and then he'll die!" Max said, loosening her grip. After one more look from her mom, she sighed and let him go. "You better drink it, Fang," she said darkly.

Fang cowered under her glare. "O-o-okay, M-maxie." He gulped and opened his mouth, terrified to the bone. Dr. Martinez slipped the spoon into his mouth. Fang squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the medicine. Max's mom withdrew the spoon and started washing it in the sink.

"Fangie, that wasn't so bad," Max said.

Fang blinked a few times and collapsed on the kitchen floor.

"Mommy!" Max screeched. "Fang died!"

~(End)~

Max smiled down at Fang, locking eyes with him. "You better drink it or I'll shove it down your throat," she warned him.

Fang's face broke out into a grin. "Don't kill me."

"Don't make me."

"I won't." And he drank the medicine.

"I have a feeling this is some kind of secret between you guys…," Iggy said slowly.

"Well, then again, your feelings are always wrong." Max raised an eyebrow at him. "So shut up."

"At least you didn't say—"

"Shut up, Iggy," Max corrected herself.

"Nooo!"

People~

Sorry for not updating in so long. I've had my theater dress rehearsal, then my final performance. Plus, there was more homework than usual.

Being 11 years old is hard, D:

~Zikkie

P.S. I'll be updating more now. ^^