-- Go Ascend With Ivy --
It was the middle of the night and Iggy was lying awake in bed - trying to think about explosives to get his mind off of Max, although so far that wasn't really working - when he heard footsteps in the hall. Quiet, dragging footsteps, most definitely belonging to Fang. And it sounded like he was heading for Max's room...
So, of course, Iggy decided to take the opportunity to spy on them (or eavesdrop, at least, since he couldn't technically SPY anything) from outside Max's door.
But all he heard were quiet shuffling sounds (Fang climbing into bed beside Max) followed by deep even breathing and the occasional snore (most of the snores came from Fang, Iggy noted with an odd sense of satisfaction).
After twenty minutes of this, Iggy was starting to get really bored, and had decided to go back to bed, when-
There was a rustling sound, then he heard Max whine (actually whine, sounding childish and vulnerable), "Fang, I had that dream again."
He heard more rustling sounds - Fang holding Max close, rubbing her back and stroking her hair to soothe her.
Iggy had never heard Max's voice sound like that before. She always so collected and tough... and it looked like Fang was the only one she let her guard down around, the only one she trusted to support and protect her.
Iggy was so wrapped up in listening to the scene inside Max's room that he didn't hear the footsteps in the hallway behind him. Angel ran right into him in the dark.
Oops.
Iggy quickly scooped the little girl up into his arms before she could make a sound, and zipped back down the hallway toward his own room.
"I don't think we should bother Max right now," he said quietly to her. "You had a bad dream, too, right? You can spend the night in my room, okay?"
"Okay," Angel agreed sullenly.
She really wanted to be with Max, because Max was like a mom. But... Iggy was good at cooking and stuff so he was kind of like a mom, too.
Iggy wasn't as cuddly as Max, though. He wouldn't let Angel sleep snuggled up next to him like Max did - he let Angel have the bed while he slept sprawled out across two (slighty deflated) beanbag chairs (that he and Gazzy had "rescued" from a trash heap one time).
- to be continued -
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