Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Whoooo-hoooooo! No homework tonight! *sigh* Finally! *happy disco dance* Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Wander doesn't own Maxie-poo.

Max: DON'T CALL ME MAXIE-POO! *chases after Disclaimer*

Disclaimer: HELP ME!

A/N

Me: Hey guys, guess what? No homework! Holler! Yeah! And guess what that means?

BFF: NEW CHAPTER!

Me: *happy disco dance*

Nudge's POV (shout out to Pain-is-just-a-message!)

I groaned as the sun came up. Iggy and Gazzy would be up soon causing chaos. How in the world do they cause this much trouble? Their combined destructive powers could topple Mount Everest. It was hard to keep up with the two of them, let alone keep them safe. Granted, I was Iggy's guardian, not Gazzy's, so technically I don't have to watch Gazzy, but that bit of motherly nature in me wouldn't let that slide.

Why in the freaking world doesn't Gazzy have his own guardian angel?

I don't mean to complain. Gazzy's an amazing kid, but he seriously wore me out. Both of them did! Between flying all over creation, disarming some bombs that could have been harmful to the pair, and trying to guide them towards doing the right thing, I was exhausted.

I wish Max, Ariel, or Bridget was here, and then I could at least talk.

The only person out of that trio that I would probably be able to talk to was Max, and she hated talking about fashion, which was what I talked about most of the time. Fashion and clothes were some things that I had found extreme interest in with the human world. Most angels found it odd.

However Bridget had found it intriguing, we used to talk about it all the time before her assignment. Before everything went down hill. Before she went crazy. Before she had her memory wiped and entered into a vegetative state.

She'd been so excited on assignment day, we all were, Max, Bridget, and I. We received our wards with an air of giddiness. Max had gotten Zeph as her ward that day. He had been two years old at the time. It made me depressed to think about what had happened to him, but I know he's in a better place, or will be soon. Max was still affected by his death, just like she was affected by Sam's death. I could see it in her eyes when I looked at her. That emptiness in them.

Damn demon.

I quickly reprimanded myself for cursing.

That day I had gotten a little boy named Peter, he was a cancer patient, and you guessed it, he loved Peter Pan. At first I had been distraught and disgruntled at having received a cancer patient as my ward. It seemed like they had set me up for failure. How was I supposed to save a boy who was supposed to die within the year? My mind was quickly changed, however, as I began to know him. He was a lively child, bouncing up and down on his bed and always wanting to go outside to play. I began to love the child and swore to myself that I wouldn't let him die, and thankfully God had decided it wasn't anywhere near time for the child to come to him. Each day I transferred a bit of my Light into the boy. It left me weakened, but over the course of eight months I was able to cure him of his cancer.

Then, after he was cured, I was recalled by Heaven to be a healer. It was just recently that I had been put back on the list of guardians.

Bridget had received a teenage boy named Dylan Harrow. (Hehe movie reference Harrow, Barrow Harrow, anybody who can tell me what movie this is from gets a shout out! Hint: Its 3 words and the first word starts with the letter C ) He was kind and sweet and Bridget absolutely adored him. She would tell me of her daily adventures of following him around with excitement in her eyes. Bridget and I were stationed in the same town so it was easy to get together and talk. As time passed by, we saw less and less of one another. She became increasingly distant and skittish, always watching her back. She never let Dylan out of her sight, not for even one second.

I knew something was wrong, something that had to do with Dylan and her. I had a feeling that it was something that was going on between the two of them. Even though that was impossible, however my gut kept telling me it was still a possibility.

Then that day happened. The day that Dylan died.

Dylan was driving home late from work and was hit by a drunk driver. He was killed on impact. Bridget had been in the car with him.

She hadn't been hurt, she couldn't have been, she was an angel, but she was absolutely beside herself. She tried to bring him back to life several times, but she just couldn't save him. He was too far gone.

Bridget went crazy after his funeral. She went on a rampage through the town, causing a tornado that thankfully didn't kill anyone, but destroyed the town.

When the angel authorities tried to capture her, she ran from them and charged Heaven's gate, pounding on the doors and demanding that Dylan be brought back from the grave. Eventually she was caught and taken to a holding cell in Heaven where she couldn't hurt anyone. They tried to rehabilitate her, but nothing worked and they were forced to wipe the slate clean, taking away her memories.

But something went wrong, she fell into a coma and she hasn't woken back up. I don't think she ever will.

Voices and noises coming from down stairs veered me away from memory lane and back to the present.

The boys were playing hooky today, skipping school. They were "sick". I tried to reason with Iggy about the importance of school, telling him that he shouldn't skip, but he wouldn't hear it. That boy is stubborn as a jammed door.

I walked downstairs and saw the boys chasing each other around the room. (Oh, btw, I forgot to mention it earlier, Iggy isn't blind in this story. Or he's not supposed to be at least. If I wrote that he was somewhere could somebody please tell me so I can go back and fix it?) Apparently Iggy had stolen Gazzy's teddy bear and was threatening to show it to the girl Gazzy had a crush on at school.

"Give it back!" Gazzy growled and lunged at Iggy.

The strawberry-blonde haired pyro dodged and ran down a hallway cackling like the maniac he was. Gazzy charged after him and disappeared down the hall. I heard a tumbling noise and protesting sounds coming from Iggy. Gazzy yelled at him and I heard some more crashing about. Then Gazzy stomped back down the hallway and went into his room. He rummaged through his things and, once, I assumed, he had found a suitable enough hiding place for Mr. Bear, he came back out.

Iggy emerged from the hallway, rubbing the back of his head. Then he looked out the window, a smile crept onto his face.

"Hey, Gazzy!" He called out. "Fang's here!"

Oh no, Fang was here too? Max is not going to be happy.

A/N

Me: So what did you think? Not much action in this chap :/ but I hope you liked it. I didn't really like writing in Nudge's POV so I probably won't do it again, maybe later, but not likely, I don't really feel like I portrayed her very well in this chap. I guess this chapter is more of a filler in on a bit of the history of the characters. I'm not quite happy with it. It seems kind of boring to me, but I hope you like it more than I do.

BFF: I just want Max and Fang to kiss already.

Me: *sighs* The Fax in this story is going to be slow. I'm trying to develop a relationship. *smirks* Anyways, how would you propose Fang and Max kiss? They can't touch each other, remember?

BFF: Well…maybe Fang can see and touch her?

Me: But that's impossible, humans can't see or touch angels.

BFF: Well…I don't know, I just want them to kiss!

Me: *smirks*

Let's get on to the responses:

Crazed Angel (Guest) Max is not a fallen angel, nor did she become human, she is a guardian angel sent down to earth to protect a human, in this case she is protecting Fang. As for Max driving Fang crazy by talking too much, I'd say that's debatable, I'd like to keep that thought up in the air, I don't want to give away too much just yet.

Desperatelyobvious Zephyr was able to hear Max when she was his guardian, but she usually limited her communication to speaking with him through his dreams. As for whatever Sam threw at Max making her visible, I think that is a very interesting theory, I can't prove or disprove it yet though, got to keep a bit of the mystery alive, right? Otherwise this story would be boring.

BiteMeBro522 don't rage and die of anticipation! The chapter is up!

BFF: *randomly starts singing What Makes You Beautiful*

Me: Did I ever tell you that BFF is a huge One Direction fan? No? Well, she's a Directioner. Not the stalkerish kind! Just the 'I know everyone of their songs/ I can tell Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam apart by just looking at their eyes/ Drooling over one of the boys in particular' kind.

BFF: "That's what makes you beautiful!" *singing*

Me: Oh, yeah, Gabby is a huge fan too.

BFF: *abruptly stops singing and glares*

Me: What?

BFF: I am not Gabby.

Me: No, but you're based off of her.

BFF: Maybe, but that doesn't mean I like all the things she likes.

Me: Who's your 1D crush?

BFF: *blushes* Harry.

Me: My point exactly. Gabby's crush is Harry.

BFF: *fumes* Argh! *lightbulb over head moment* *evil grin* Well, while we're on the subject of crushes, why don't you tell your readers who your 1D crush is?

Me: NO! *blushes*

BFF: Well, since you're holding your own shout out thing, how about I hold one too? Anybody who can guess who Wander's One Direction crush is gets a shout out!

Me: NO! *chases after BFF as she runs away* You are evil!

BFF: *runs* You told mine! *laughs evilly* Please keep reviewing!