It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, this week is "update" week, for all of my faithful readers out there. Still have a while to go, but I'll get there eventually. Moving onward!

Taking my sweet time, I tip-toed around the bed where Iggy and Gazzy lay. Iggy may be a restless sleeper, and Gazzy has his own issues, but Fang get's pretty violent. Hence the two boys sharing a bed and Fang on the opposite side of the room. I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder to check on my pyros. Iggy was lying on his stomach, his feet uncovered and his arms resting carelessly in opposite directions. I.e.… his arms were off the bed and on Gazzy's face. The Gasman was nestled in more than his share of the blankets, his blonde hair standing on end and drool slowly dripping from his mouth. Both boys were snoring slightly and I just barely suppressed a laugh. Sometimes they could be such… boys.

Finally, resting comfortably on his side was Fang. He made no sound but the occasional grunt when he shifted positions and his hair somehow managed to look perfect. Cautiously, I took a few steps forward. When I could see the rise and fall of his chest, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. I took a time to calm myself down, but my heart continued to pound irregularly. Why? I saw all I needed to see. He was alive. So why was I not convinced? Swearing to myself, I moved closer. I lowered my head to his chest and heard the steady and strong beat.

Out of nowhere, the rhythm picked up in pace. I pulled back in shock only to have a hand yank my hair back down. I winced even before I felt or saw the glare he was giving me.

"Max!?" Fang almost yelled. I blushed and weakly said,

"Sleep well?" He didn't laugh; didn't even so much as crack a smile.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing but leaving. Night," I felt his calloused hand grab mine almost instantly.

"You know you don't have to check up on me anymore," He said with a small hint of amusement.

"That's not why I'm here!"

His amusement faded, "Then why?"

"It's not important, Fang. Go back to bed,"

He stood, "You can tell me anything, Max. Important or not."

"It's nothing!" I insisted, almost waking the others. Fang said nothing in response, just simply moving to sit on the edge of the bed. I sighed in defeat and sat next to him. Some things never change.

We both laid back and he pulled me into his arms. By the way he kissed my forehead and soothed down my hair, I could tell he was waiting for me to speak.

I opened my mouth and words came flooding out. By the time I finished, I was in tears and Fang's shirt was soaked. For the longest time, he held me tightly. Occasionally, he would shush me or tell me that everything was okay, but for the most part we were both pretty silent. Eventually my eyes drifted shut, and I could have sworn I heard him whisper,

"I love you,"

It's been a while. Yep. Ohh, I hear peanut butter fudge calling my name. In other news… I'm watching the Hangover and I think I know what I'm going to do next in this fic! Whoot!

~Faxisthegreatest123~