Hey guys. I have a question, would swearing be okay in this story or do you guys not want it?

Onwards!

Max's POV.

"So take this every….." I accidentally tuned out from what Dr Martinez was saying. It was later the same day that I woke up, and Dr Martinez had to urgently visit her mother who was ill or something like that.

So she was leaving Ella here with us and would be gone for… I don't even know.

"Bye then." She said, and I snapped back to attention.

I was sitting on my bed, Fang crossed legged next to me, and now Dr Martinez leaned down to hug me and I hesitantly hugged her back.

Surprisingly, she did the same to Fang, and then slipped a piece of paper into his hoodie pocket, smiling at me before leaving.

I turned to him. "What did she put in your pocket?"

"Nothing." He smirked, leaning back.

I narrowed my eyes and tried to grab it but he dodged me. Damn.

"Plllleeeaaassseee." I whined, resorting to the age old tactic of just being annoying on purpose.

He smirked cheekily. "It's a list of things I can't let you do."

My eyes narrowed. "What?" My voice was icy.

He nodded and couldn't resist a grin before whipping it out of his pocket and reading it.

"How dare you Fang! You can't tell me what to do!" I moved to grab it with my wounded arm and winced.

He grinned, pointing to the sheet. "Tsk tsk. Number 5, no sudden movements with her injured shoulder."

I snatched it off him quickly and read it.

Fang. Here's a list of things you can't let Max do and some things that she should do:

1: Don't let her walk. Keep an eye on her, knowing her she'll probably break that rule.

I gasped, stung.

2: Don't let her hold anything with the arm connected to her wounded shoulder, and make sure she keeps it in a sling.

3:Don't let her fly or extend her wounded wing.

4: Maybe lock her bedroom door and/or window.

5: No sudden movements with her wounded shoulder.

6: Don't let her use to much energy. No matter what she says, she's still in a LOT of pain and is very easily tired out.

Yeah. I agree with that one. I was tired just from grabbing this damn paper.

7: Make sure she takes….

I stopped reading here, losing interest.

I shoved the sheet back at Fang, grinning.

"You might as well put a title above it: "Thing's Max is definitely going to do."" I said snarkily just to annoy him.

It worked, apparently. "Max! Seriously, you can't do these things, you'll be screwed up for life."

I snorted. "Thanks." I scoffed.

I swung my legs over the bed.

"What are you doing?"

I turned around and smirked at him. "It didn't say I couldn't hop. So I'm gonna hop."

Before he could say anything I jumped off the bed and started hopping to the door.

This certainly takes a lot of energy. Well, that's one rule broken.

When I reached the door, pausing for breath and leaning slightly on the doorway for support, Fang moved to block my way.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, aren't you Mr Overprotective today." I said sarcastically.

He ignored my sarcasm.

"Fang! I'm not an invalid! Move!"

He hesitated and I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. Only if I carry you down the stairs."

I groaned. "Fang! That's so-" I stopped quickly when I saw Gazzy down the hallway. No need for him to pick up things like that.

Fang smirked at me. "So what Max?" He said loudly and held a hand to his ear and Gazzy came closer.

"So…. annoying." I said. No need to have a swearing eight year old.

While Fang was unfocused I pushed past him and madly but speedily hopped to the stairs, only to be picked up just as I reached the top.

"Fang!" I squealed, hitting his back.

He set me down at the bottom and helped me balance.

"Fang! I could have done that! I'm not a cripple!"

"Well, Max, you kind of are a cripple at the moment."

I groaned, shaking my head and going to the kitchen and muttering a silent prayer as I opened the fridge… to find It FULL, and I mean FULL of food.

I licked my lips as I tried to decide what to eat first, pulling out about 5 ready meals.

Fang raised his eyebrows.

"I haven't eaten for about a week and a half!" I said defensively.

He took them off me. "I'll do them."

"But they're ready meals."

"You almost made out microwave explode last time, Max. I'm not taking any chances."

Yeah. That's how bad I am at cooking. Deal with it.

All of a sudden Iggy came rocketing down the stairs.

"Jason! The ghost! It's that girl! The one with wings we met in New York, who refused to come with us! She died and now she's there and Jason says she's angry. He can't see her face, it's all shadowy apparently but she said it's her."

He said this all in a rush.

"What can we do about it?" Fang asked. "Are we supposed to do something here?"

Iggy shrugged. "Jason didn't say anything like that. He just told me that she told him to tell me to tell you about it."

I dropped my head in my hands and yawned. This was really confusing.

"So…. We don't do anything?" I said, yawning again.

Iggy shook his head. "Not yet, at least. I really don't know though." He shrugged.

I massaged my temples. I could feel another headache coming on.

Oh god please no. I thought, remembering my brain attacks.

The microwave binged and Fang brought out my first ready meal which I devoured in about 20 seconds.

Iggy plonked himself down in the chair next to me.

"How are you feeling Max?" He asked gently.

"Fine, I guess." I am the biggest liar ever.

"Really?" He said, his voice sarcastic yet doubtful.

I nodded, and then realised that Iggy couldn't see it and added a "Yep."

He shook his head and took an apple from the fruit bowl on the table. He took a bite and said:" You're such a liar." with his mouthful.

4 ready meals later I was finally full, and I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes.

Jason apparently had been experimented on so that his body would correct itself no matter what was done to it, and healing, so his messed up paw and metal claw hands had gone, and he was normal now.

Well, physically normal.

I yawned and opened my eyes again, stretching and then remembering my wounded shoulder too late, wincing.

"So, what are we gonna do with this Jason thing?" I asked tiredly, my headache still thumping away.

Iggy shrugged. "I guess all we can do is ask Jason to.." He trailed off and went upstairs, to get Jason I assumed.

I was right, a minute later Iggy returned with Jason, who hugged me tightly, squeezing as he did so.

"Hey Jason… aah don't squeeze to tight."

He let go of me.

"Jason?" I asked tentatively.

He nodded.

"Can you ask…" I trailed off, not remembering the name.

"Emily." He suggested.

"Can you ask Emily how we can help her?"

He nodded and looked over my shoulder, addressing something there apparently.

I shuddered, creeped out. Whatever he was seeing was stood just behind me.

He nodded and turned back to me.

"She says that Max has to go to California."

I looked over to Fang and our eyes met, and I could tell that he was just as confused as me, and that he wouldn't let me go alone.

"Why?" I asked Jason.

He looked over my shoulder again and I shuddered, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I twisted my head to look, and squinted, just seeing a very faint outline of a person.

I looked back at Fang alarmed, and I could see that he hadn't seen anything. He probably noticed that I'd seen something though.

"She says she always wanted to go to the beach there at night. It would help her move on if you went."

I looked questioningly at Fang and he shrugged, clearly as confused as me.

"She's gone." Jason said, looking back at me. "But just before she went she said good luck Max."

He went back upstairs, to Gazzy I think, and I sat there all confused.

I'd heard those words being faintly whispered just a second before he repeated them.

I frowned, rubbing my head. I did not want to be clairvoyant or whatever it was called.

"Just forget about it Max. "Iggy said gently.

"Yeah, worry some other time, let's go watch TV." Fang chipped in, knowing I needed distracting, and he gave me a look that said: "Later, we talk."

I hopped over into the living room and sat down on one of the comfortable sofas. Fang sat next to me, and I yawned again.

"Tired?" He asked, and I shook my head stubbornly.

I don't even know what we were watching, or listening to in Iggy's case. I was dropping off slowly and I pulled my legs up onto the sofa and getting comfortable.

At some point I ended up with my head on Fang's shoulder and then I drifted to sleep, a deep dreamless sleep.

Fang's POV.

I could see that Max was exhausted, yet she was too stubborn to admit it.

When we were watching TV I could see that she was fighting to stay awake, and as she made herself comfortable on the sofa I could only wonder how she hadn't fell asleep yet.

Then she leaned her head on my shoulder. I froze at first, and then quickly adjusted so that she was more comfortable.

After about a minuite I felt the subtle relaxing of her muscles which meant that she was asleep.

I looked outside the window. It was about 7 pm.

After a bit of silence Iggy spoke up.

"Is Max asleep yet?"

"Yeah."

He chuckled. "I was wondering how long it would take."

Total came trotting in. "Hey guys!" He said loudly and I shushed him.

"What?" He said, clearly offended.

I motioned to Max. "She like just fell asleep."

"Oh." Total said quietly and jumped up onto my lap, making himself comfortable.

"You sure are Mr Overprotective today, aren't you?" He said, his words an eerie echo of Max's earlier ones.

I shrugged.

A couple of hours later I started to yawn and I nudged Total who got off my lap grudgingly, muttering angrily.

I stretched and then picked up Max as I stood, so I was carrying her bridal style.

"You love her, don't you?" Iggy said. I froze.

"I know, Fang." He said. "You may as well admit it."

I ignored him. "See you tomorrow, yeah. I'm beat."

He nodded, smirking.

I carried Max up the stairs. She was so light. I was still extremely worried about her and had been watching her like a Hawk ever since she woke up. I noticed she was getting a bad headache, from the way she rubbed her head.

Also I think she might be like Jason. I saw that when she twisted her head around, and looked back at me in alarm, I saw fear in her eyes.

I've known Max for my whole life. I've never been without her. We can read each other's looks we know each other so well.

I placed her gently in her bed, pulling the covers over her and I jumped onto my makeshift bed.

Max automatically adjusted her sleeping position and I smiled.

Where I lay on the floor next to her bed, I could see her face, which was turned towards me.

Her hair was darker, and I swear her blonde streaks were brighter. She looked so beautiful with the moonlight illuminating her relaxed expression. She looked so peaceful in sleep.

Her brow suddenly knit into s slight frown and she felt her pillow with her good arm.

"Fang." She muttered. I froze.

She snuggled deep into her pillow and then went silent, and I fell asleep looking at her face.

Jason's POV.

"Jason." The whisper woke him. He sat up in bed to see Emily at the doorway.

"What?" He whispered back, slightly scared.

"You need to get Max to do what I told her to. You HAVE to." She said.

"Why?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "It's only California."

"Okay. I've been lying to you all Jason. The flock needs to get out of here now."

"What?"

"Tomorrow morning tell them that I went to the school, and overheard white coats saying they were coming here in a couple of days. Tell them to go to California, it's the only place I can manifest myself so that they can see me."

He nodded.

Emily's POV.

She grinned. It was all falling into place. Stupid bird kids.

Whoa, that was long. I felt like rewarding all you cool people who reviewed out there, so here it issss.

Would you guys be ok if I had some swearing in this story? Would that be fine? No? Yes? Maybe? Definitely? No way?

Fly on- Raven