Lots of Fax in this chapter. Haha, I was sick home today and got to write this whole thing. It was pretty dang fun. Writing Fanfictions are almost as (or more) addicting to reading them!
Question: Should Max and Fang have a baby?
Question: Should I name him Spade or Nick? Or Spade Falcon?
Of course you don't get a say in the gender!
Fact: You sneeze a lot when you have a cold.
Fact: You get snot everywere.
Fact: I do not own Maximum Ride.
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Of course, that didn't keep Fang out of my room anyway. He came in at around 11:24 pm, and we sat on the bed an just talked.
It may surprise you that he does talk sometimes, but yeah. He and I have always been able to talk about just stuff in general.
But tonight was different. I guess you could say that he's been getting a little more…comfortable with me lately.
Hm.
"Don't you ever just wish you could just…get away from it all?" he asked quietly after we'd been talking for an hour and a half.
I lay back on my bed. "Yes," I breathed. More than anything, actually.
"What if, you and me, just got away…together?" he said.
I froze. "And leave the Flock?"
He looked at me rationally. "They're in good hands. Actually, we couldn't put them in better hands."
I rolled my eyes. "Except our own."
He laughed, "Obviously."
I flushed as he smiled at me.
He lay back on the bed beside me. We stared at the ceiling.
"Do you ever think about the future?" Fang asked, rolling on his side so that he could look at me and watch my facial expressions as one bloomed into another.
I rolled to face him. "Yeah, all the time," I answered. "Like what are we going to do with ourselves? We can't keep running around as a gang."
Fang thought. "Maybe rent an apartment building," he said, grinning.
I laughed. "'And here we have the Avian complex…'" I said in a touristy voice, motioning as if I was showing off a museum exhibit.
We both laughed together.
He got really serious. "We'll probably split up and go our separate ways."
It was quiet. I fingered the stitching on the comforter layed out on my bed. "I don't want to split up," I said quietly, and looked at Fang in the eyes. "I mean, if all of us did end up that way, I wouldn't want…" I stopped.
"…us to split up," he finished in a whisper. "Max?" he asked softly.
"Yes?" I answered, heart beating in my throat.
His hand covered mine. Our fingers intertwined.
"When I think about myself in that life, when we've all gone our separate ways," he whispered. "There is only one thing that I can think of…that would make me happy."
"Fang…"
His eyes were pleading. "I love you, Max. Promise me you'll stay…with me."
I could feel tears in my eyes. "Yes."
And then his lips were on mine. I could taste the tears on his face, but he was smiling.
"Eeee!" I heard Nudge squeal from the door.
Fang and I had both fallen asleep on the bed over the covers. Fang was behind me with on arm across my waist and one across my shoulders, and I was facing the door. I was so warm and content I wasn't concerned.
Fang and I were together. That's all that mattered.
"Angel, it happened!" she ran down the hall, yelling all the way.
Fang woke up and kissed my cheek, holding me closer to him. "Morning, Max," he whispered into my ear.
I smiled, and flipped myself around in his arms so my head was rested on his chest. I breathed in his scent. "Morning."
He looked down at me and smiled. "It's a good one isn't it?"
I flushed.
Then Angel and Nudge skidded to a halt at the open door. "IT DID!" Angel practically yelled.
Fang unwound one of his arms from around me and layed back on the bed with one still on my waist. "What did?" he yawned.
Nudge just giggled. "Are you gonna have babies?" she asked innocently.
Oh, that.
I groaned. "Wow, Nudge. Awkward question, much?" I asked, now a bit irritated.
"Fang just thought 'yes'," Angel said matter-of-factly.
I looked up at him and he flushed and shrugged. "Well, eventually, right? Kinda weird to think about now, though."
I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Hey, I'm hungry."
I sat up and pulled Fang with me off the bed.
"Oh, my God, pancakes?!" I groaned happily.
"Yep," Dr. Martinez said from the stove. "And sausage."
I smiled and looked at Fang, who smirked at me.
Iggy and the Gasman were already at the table, Gazzy with his fork and knife upright. I shook my head and he put them down.
Fang and I sat down across from each other, and Angel and Nudge sat down across from Iggy and Gazzy.
"Guuuess…what?" Nudge began.
I looked at Fang and he grinned.
Iggy turned his head in her general direction, sighing. "Let's have it out."
She grinned. "It happened."
Iggy's face was astonished. "It did not!" he yelled unbelievingly. He turned to me and Fang. "Did it? Oh, God."
"Well, thatpart didn't exactly happen, but the other part did!"
"Oh, God," he repeated.
The Gasman looked annoyed. "What did? How come I didn't hear about this? Iggy? Iggy!?" he tugged on Iggy's shirt.
"Fax happened."
I laughed.
His annoyance turned to confusion. "Fax? What?"
Nudge put her hands on the table as if to lay out the facts. "Gazzy, you see, when there's a 'Max' plus a 'Fang', you get 'Fax'. Make sense?"
The Gasman's face composed. "Oh…I see. Fax," he said. "Wait…"
He looked at Fang and I. "Ew."
"OKAY," I said loudly, "Let's talk about something else, okay?"
Everyone just laughed at me. Fang reached across the table and patted my head. "Thank you," I growled.
Iggy leaned back in his chair. "Oh, who would have thought that the Incredible, Invincible Max would fall in love?"
Fang chuckled once.
Nudge laughed. "Or the Silent, Emotionless Fang would find his heart?"
I laughed.
The Angel and the Gasman were grinned like idiots.
I groaned. "Mom? Is the food ready yet? I'm starved."
The table erupted again and I had to hold my stomach in order to not laugh my guts out.
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