Lalalala, sorry for falling off the face of the Earth! You aught to know I do that quite a bit. I just have so many stories going at once, I need to take a break sometimes. =3 Anyways, enjoy!

Scarlet was back within ten minutes with food. It was weird but Fang was sure her eyes looked brighter.

"Soup's on," she said and through down the buck in front of me.

I surveyed it. "Nice clean kill," Fang complimented her. (Shoot! I started writing in first person…)

"Merci boucoup," she said.

After a few minutes Fang had the fire going and the food cooking. Soon it was done, and he offered Scarlet some, though he was still ticked at her.

"Er…no thanks. I'm a vegetarian," she put her hand over her heart.

"Then you're going to starve to death," Fang told her.

She just smirked and leaned back against a tree. (Crap! I did it again!) Fang finished his dinner and lay down to sleep. It was slightly awkward with Scarlet watching, but he was tired from his pointless day of trying to retrieve his backpack.

Though soon, he fell asleep, his backpack cradled in his arms.

It seemed only a few seconds before Fang was cracking open his eyes to a loud banging and crashing.

"What the…" he muttered and stood up. He stumbled around for a while before he saw the source; Scarlet was singing loudly and banging pots and pans.

"What are you doing?" Fang demanded.

"Just because I let you have dinner off, doesn't mean I've decided to stop making your life hell until you go back to the Flock."

Fang looked over at the sun. It was about 3 in the morning. "Can't I just sleep? And where did you get those pots and pans?"

Scarlet ignored him and went back to singing "Defying Gravity." Fang groaned and lay back down. Scarlet was suddenly next to him.

"You do realize that you aren't going to get one more tiny wink of sleep tonight if I have to push you off a cliff to make that happen?" Scarlet inquired.

Fang sighed and started getting his stuff together, figuring an early start was better than trying to get some sleep with her banging around. A really early start…

Scarlet appeared next to him again. "Where ya goin'?" she asked.

"Nowhere you can follow. I'll be flying way faster than you can run," Fang grumbled. A smile lurked around the edges of his lips. He couldn't wait until Scarlet was gone and he could continue his mission.

Scarlet snorted. "Okay, well, how long can you fly without stopping?" she asked.

"I'll stop in about 5 hours for lunch than maybe hike a few more miles," Fang estimated.

"See you there," Scarlet said and she started off walking.

Good luck, Fang thought. He took off running and leaped into the air, spreading his obsidian wings. It felt good to stretch them after yesterday's disaster.

He soared through the sky, racing the sun. After about three hours, the lack of sleep began to kick in. He had to talk to himself to keep from falling out of the sky.

At about 8 in the morning something strange happened. A golf ball flew right out of nowhere.

"Oh, hey look! A golf ball," Fang mumbled to himself. "Wonder where that came from…"

He was too late to react as he realized where the golf ball was headed. It hit his wing and he spiraled down out of the sky. He crash-landed in the middle of some field.

Fang got up and tried to shake his wing out. He winced in pain. The awful realization hit him. He couldn't fly with a hurt wing.

Just as he was wondering who the crap could hit a golf ball that hard, he heard something and saw the last person he expected stomping angrily over, a gold club in her hands.

"OI YOU! YOU SCREWED UP MY DRIVE! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME YELL 'FORE!'" Scarlet yelled.

"You hit my wing you idiot!" Fang yelled.

"I yelled 'fore.' You just didn't listen," Scarlet argued, setting up her next shot.

Fang just stared at her, his eyes burning with anger.