Me: Well, I haven't updated a ff in ages, so I decided to start with this one. Mainly because I already have planned what I want to write and it's almost finished...unfortunately :(

Iggy: Where the heck were you going with this chapter?

Me: Warning, this has a really sad ending...but I really liked writing it :) Iggy and Fang moments are just the best. I'm considering making a few oneshots with them, just for the heck of it :)

Iggy: As long as it's not Figgy, I'm cool with it

Me: ...

Iggy: Bell?

Me: YOU JUST REMINDED ME THAT I NEED TO WRITE A FIGGY FIC!

Iggy: -begins to facepalm continuously-

Me: Hehe :D Anyway, I'll let you guys read now. Just keep in mind that Fang and Iggy are TEN in this fic so I did my best to make it seem that way. Enjoy :) I know that some of you have been waiting a while for this chapter to come :):)

It was 4am and Iggy sat tiredly against the couch pillows, his head tilted back and his pale blue eyes staring at a ceiling that he couldn't see. Today had been a major drag – just like every other day had been since the Prince of Darkness had flown the coop...literally. Everyone had either been locked away in their rooms or doing really weird, out of character things. Iggy had caught Gazzy building house, after house of cards, Nudge had been almost obsessed with creating a scrapbook of outfits from the magazines that Fang had given her so long ago, Angel would stay in her room with Total, often crying silently and Max was…unapproachable. That was the word that best described her, Iggy concluded. It was like she carried a vibe that said "try to talk to me and you'll get shut down." And what about Iggy? He didn't really know how he was coping with all of this craziness. The only difference that he had noticed in himself was that he'd started listening to his iPod more than usual so he could block out the silence that seemed to engulf the house. He simply couldn't stand it. Sure, if he wasn't blind it wouldn't have been nearly as bad…but he was, and therefore it was driving him crazy.

Iggy leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs, his eyes directed straight ahead of him into the nothingness.

"Why did you have to leave, Fang?" He muttered quietly to himself. "You were the one that got me through this dark hell in the first place, and now you're gone."

...

Ten year old Iggy sat in the dirt in front of the small lake about 20 yards away from the house, his sightless blue eyes brimming with tears. Angrily, he wiped them away with the back of his hand and picked up a handful of gravel, throwing it into the lake in frustration. Today was the second worst day of his life. Second only to…

Iggy cut the thought short, hurling another handful of gravel into the murky water, savouring the many 'plop' sounds that the small stones made upon hitting surface of the lake.

He hadn't meant to yell at everyone like he did. Something inside him had just snapped – something that he couldn't control. But although that he didn't know what had snapped exactly, he did know why he'd fallen to pieces; exactly three years ago from today was when his life had changed for the worst. It was an anniversary that he could never forget…because there was a reminder of it every time that he opened his eyes. And it wouldn't go away. He wasn't allowed to forget.

Iggy closed his eyes and bathed in the soft rays of the sun that lightly touched his pale skin. He leaned back on his hands and he could feel the small chunks of gravel digging into his skin, and hear the croaks of resident frogs that lived in the lake. He could also hear the sound of boots coming up behind him. The young boy frowned in concentration, trying to distinguish whose footsteps they belonged too. It only took a moment to distinguish them, and his back stiffened when he realised who it was. Why Max didn't send Gazzy, or Jeb or even come herself, he didn't know, but he guessed that he was in for a very interesting talk.

"Thought I might find you here," Fang murmured, standing exactly next to Iggy while he continued to sit on the ground. Slowly, he picked up the flatest stone he could find and skimmed it across the water with great precision.

"Five?" Iggy asked, having counted how many times the stone had quickly skimmed the surface of the water.

Fang nodded. "You amaze me sometimes, Ig."

Iggy shrugged in response. "How did you know that you'd find me here?"

"A hunch." He replied, skimming another stone while speaking. "How many?"

"I wasn't ready," he muttered, glancing at the ground.

"Come on, Igs," Fang urged, "that one was easy."

"Well if it was so easy, then why don't you tell me how many times the stone skipped?" Iggy shouted, springing to his feet and shooting a glare in the darker boy's general direction. "And, while you're at it, you can tell me what our house looks like or what it's like to lie down and watch the white clouds drift across the blue sky or, even better, remind me what colors look like, because I don't remember! I can barely remember what you and Max and the Flock look like…or, at least the people that I have actually seen before! It's just gone. It's all gone."

Iggy turned away from Fang in frustration and kicked more gravel into the lake, once again wiping tears away from his eyes. He was angry at himself now. He never cried in front Fang. Showing weakness wasn't something that either of the older boys would dream of doing, and Iggy couldn't believe that he'd finally done exactly this in front of him.

"Iggy," Fang's soft voice said from behind him. "It's three years from today, right?"

Iggy whirled back around and 'stared' at Fang with bloodshot blue eyes. "How did you know?"

"Because you acted like this last year. And the year before that. You think I wouldn't notice?"

"No one else did."

There was silence for a moment before Fang took a seat on the gravel. Iggy sat next to him. More silence for a few moments.

"That's because they want to move on," Fang said, finally. "Remembering the past and what happened to you would be too painful. We don't want to remember."

Iggy clenched his fists, his anger rising inside of him. "How do you of all people expect me to move on when every time I open my eyes there's a reminder of what they did to me?"

"Because," Fang answered simply, leaning back a bit, "you've still got a lot more going for you. Sure, you're blind and it's hard, but hey, you're still a better cook than the rest of us, your hearing is amazing...and I know that it was you who blew up the toaster last week." He had said all of this in such a nonchalant tone that reminded Iggy of who he was talking to. Fang didn't like to talk about emotional stuff with him, so he tried to make sure that it sounded as casual he could make it, while still trying to make sure that it meant something. He did a good job.

"I did not," Iggy replied with a small grin and Fang shook his head, obviously not convinced.

"The point is that your blindness isn't what makes you you. There's also your pigheadedness, your terrible jokes, your snoring and restless sleeping, your lack of a good brain, your-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, Fang," Iggy cut him off but he was smiling.

Fang chuckled slightly, just loud enough for Iggy to hear. "But you never let me get to the best part."

"What? The fact that I don't have to see your ugly mug every day?"

"No. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with us. Our 'Flock' as Max wants us to call it. And, whether you like it or not, we're always going to be there for you…so suck it up already."

That, Iggy knew, what the closest Fang was ever going to get to saying 'We love you, Iggy, and we're always going to be there for you no matter what.' Personally, Iggy liked Fang's version, which sounded almost like a threat, a lot better.

"Thanks, Fang…I think. Maybe I should run while I can."

"As if I'd let you do that."

...

Iggy stood slowly from the couch and opened his eyes. Darkness. Again.

Furious, he kicked the table in front of him, hard. It went toppling over loudly and he heard the sound of paper floating to the ground.

"Liar," he said bitterly, clenching his teeth. "You liar, Fang. You said that you'd always be there, but you're not. You said that you wouldn't let me run away, but you can. You were the only one that seemed to get what I was feeling, and now you're gone. And you wouldn't even tell me why!"

He kicked the table again. Feeling the pain shoot up his leg, but he ignored it. He kicked it again, and again, and didn't stop until Angel came out, still half asleep, and had to drag him away from it, tears forming in both their eyes.

Me: Awwww...

Iggy: Ugh...talking about feelings

Me: -eyeroll- You make it sound like you're meant to be completely void of emotion. Jeez.

Iggy: Well, maybe I am.

Me: Stop talking like that...

Iggy: Talking like what?

Me: ...

Iggy: ...

Me: ...maybe I'm just tired

Iggy: Could be.

Me: YOU DID IT AGAIN!

Iggy: ;)

Me: Ugh...ending this now.

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-Bell and Ig