"Max"

"Five more minutes, "said Max. She wasn't asleep, she just wanted to time to think about what had happened. Fang dead, she couldn't believe it. It felt like he was here. Right now-

"Max!" said Fang-Fang? What?

"Fang?" She said. She turned around to see Fang three inches away from here face. "FANG!" She whispered. She wrapped he hands around Fangs around neck holding him as close as she could. She breathed in. Yep, It was Fang.

"Max," said Fang. "I appreciate the love, but what's this about?"

Max didn't answer as she pulled away from Fang. She looked at his shirt. No blood. Then it hit her she looked around they weren't in the cave. They were in a hotel. She recognized the hotel. Like she had been in here before. Which meant that- no, no way. There was only one way to check.

"Fang I'm about to do something that you are going to take wrong." She waited for him to say something. It was quite.

"And what's Max?" Asked Fang quietly. He was smiling. She woke up and threw her arms him. Whatever she was going to ask was going to be good.

"This, but don't take this wrong. I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to." said Max more in a panic then she thought she would be in. She didn't want to do what she was about do. Sure, she would enjoy it. But the smug look on Fangs face would kill her. But then again, she needed to know it. She could just ask, but then he would think she was crazy. She had to do it, for Fang, to save him.

No, she couldn't.

Yes, she had to.

No-

"Are you arguing with your self again?" Fang asked. How did he know? How could he know?

"And now you want to know how I know that you're auguring with yourself?" He asked eyes brows raised. "Right?" Fang smiled. Max loved that smile, the way his eyes light up. "Just do it. Whatever it is."

"Fine," she started to unbutton his shirt. She started from the highest button she pulled the button through the material and them went to next one.

"Hmm… Ok, let me help you with that Max." He started at the bottom of his shirt, unbuttoning.

This was when Max regretted what she was doing. He was being cocky about it! Why didn't she do this in his sleep? For a moment this she thought this was a brilliant idea. But then, it wasn't. What if he woke up? What would her think?

"I know I'm eye candy Max, but why now?" He looked at her as she traveled down to his waste line. She looked up at him and had to look down as soon as their eyes meet. He was looking at her with eyes of curiosity. He looked so cute like that!

"Fang, can your head please deflate for a moment? I'm not taking off your shirt so I can- "Fang pulled off his unbuttoned shirt at this moment. Perhaps to shut max up, and it worked to well.

Max could no longer think. He was… stunning. His muscles were well defined. He had a scar on his side when Ari had slashed him, but otherwise he was perfect. With out thinking Max's hand went out to trace the scar. The moment Max's hand touched fangs skin he pulled her into a hug, she couldn't think. Heck, if she were as able to open her mouth she would have thought it an incredible feat. At first she couldn't even move but her body seemed to know what to do, she pulled Fang even closer her arms on his bare back. She didn't know how long she and Fang held the embrace, but she pulled back.

And took a step back. She pulled back again, trying to concentrate on his chest.

"Where's the bullet?" She whispered quietly. Then it hit her. Why couldn't she tell before she had taken off the shirt off the guy she had a crush on? Who was now looking at her like he thought she was crazy. And what really creped her out, he looked happy, thrilled even to be shirtless in front of Max.

"Um... Fang you want to put your shirt back on?" asked Max trying to look away.

"Anything for you sweetie." said Fang and he started buttoning up his shirt. "Or wait do you want to help?"

Yes, I do want to help, she took a step forward, then stopped herself. Could he get her to do anything? Just because he had his shirt off, what was wrong with her?

"Fang its not like that, I just um wanted to see if you had...um...a bullet wound. I had a dream that you were-" said Max. Why was she having such a hard time explaining? No forget, that why was she explaining? It would be best just to keep it to herself, right?

"Whatever you say hon." said Fang he smiled. And hugged her again this time she pulled back before she lost herself.

"I'm going to get everyone else." Fang said. He touched her face and slowing left his fingers run down to her hand, which he held for a second then pulled back.

"Come back." said Max "I need you-"

"I know you need me." Fang smiled. "I'll be right back."

How does he do that? She thought I was going to tell him 'I need you to listen what I have to say' and then he does that! And my mind goes blank! That wasn't fair! It wasn't the same for him! He could put full sentences together when he touched her.

But then again, she did like it when he held her hand and when he hugged her…

She sighed and looked around the room, she looked at the bed with ugly red sheets with small animal pictures. She also didn't like the lime green walls-

Oh God, she had been in this room before.

Some time before Fang got shot they had gone to a hotel, which Max had hated as a treat for Max's birthday. They were going to leave for Arizona to see her Mom for her Birthday. But Fang gets shot on the way. They never make it.

This was the hotel; she remembered the wall and the ugly sheets.

But no it was a dream.

She didn't believe it.

It wasn't just a dream.

It was real. Fang was going to get shot trying to save her, in less she did something about it. She looked at a clock on the wall that said the day 4-06-08.

Fang got shot on the 13 of April. She had one week. One week, to tell Fang she loved him, to go on a date with him. And stop him from saving her. And die trying.