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"Nudge!" I nearly yelled in my haste to jump away from Fang.

We both sat in corners of the queen bed, as far apart as we could, not wanting Nudge to get the wrong idea…not that there was an idea for Nudge to pick up in the first place…

"I, um," she looked at the two of us. "What were you guys doing before I came in?"

"Nothing!" I lied quickly. A bit too quickly. Nudge narrowed her eyes suspiciously at us, as she started to smirk.

"You were doing something," she continued to stare between us. "Max, your eyes are all red-were you crying?"

"No I-I was yawning," lame, I know. "You know how when you yawn, your eyes start tearing up?"

"Yea…" she continued to glance between us, clearly not accepting my lie. "Why were you guys sitting so close before I came in?"

"We, uh," I looked over at Fang for some help.

"Max was showing me something," he responded.

"Showing you something?" Nudge nearly laughed. "What was she showing you?"

Oh son of a bitch. Why couldn't he have come up with a lie that didn't have any sexual innuendos?

"I was showing him…my…" I looked around the room, trying to find something, anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing lying around that I could tell her I was showing him. Damn it.

"You were showing him your…"Nudge was clearly loving this.

"My scar," I finally said. I couldn't think of anything else, and it was on my arm, so it would make a good reason for having to sit so close. "I was showing him my scar."

"Why?" Nudge was still glancing suspiciously between us.

"Because she was showing me how it was starting to fade," Fang told her.

"I don't believe you…Angel thinks that you guys are-"

"Nudge, what did you want?" Fang finally shut her up.

Don't get me wrong, I love Nudge, but sometimes-in incidents like these-you really just need her to stop talking. Especially when she's about to say something that could be quite damaging.

"Oh-I," she faltered a bit. "I wanted to know if we could order room service, we're all hungry."

"You mean you're hungry," I corrected, smiling at her.

"Well…yea."

"Yea that's fine. Get some food."

"Thanks." Nudge turned to leave, then looked back at us, "I wont say anything."

I stared after her as she walked back into her room again. How did she even know something was going on? I mean, yea our lies were patchy at best, but still…

Then I thought of it. Angel. Of course. Angel probably told her what I was thinking. Damn that mind reading eight year old!

We're gonna have to have a talk-and soon.

"Ten bucks says Angel told her to come in here at that specific time," I turned to Fang to see him smirking at me.

"What?"

"You jumped away from so fast I thought you might have been struck by lightening," he laughed as he came closer to me.

I never realized how large a queen bed really was.

"You did too," I said defensively without meaning to. "Do you know the lengthy explanation we'd have to go through if she saw us kissing? We sucked at giving her an explanation as to why we were even that close to begin with. Can you imagine the one we'd have to give her if she walked in just 5 seconds later?"

"Well, crisis averted. For the most part," he came within a couple inches of me. "Although you still haven't promised me something."

The laughter died from his eyes. I knew what he was getting at, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't promise that. I wouldn't promise that.

I needed to get that chip out. I wouldn't let the Erasers find and kill us, all because of me. I just couldn't live with myself if that happened. Even if Fang was right about the chip not having anything to do with it, I still needed it out. It didn't matter that it could kill me in the process, as long as the Flock is safe, that's all that matters.

"Max," he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me so that I had no choice but to look at him.

"I'm-I'm sorry," I faltered as I bit my lip. The tears were starting to come back.

I am becoming a crier. That's just great

Images of Erasers attacking us, Ari gloating about how I led them right to us, filled my mind. The tears started flowing down my cheeks, as Fang pulled me in to his chest and held me there.

I was making his black t-shirt a sopping mess, but he didn't seem to mind. He just sat against the headboard and held me tightly against his chest.

"Please promise me that you wont try and take it out again," Fang whispered in my ear as he continued to hold me.

"I-I can't," I answered truthfully. I didn't want to tell him, but I saw no way around it. "I just-I can't. I'm sorry Fang."

"But why can't you?" he pushed me away from him a few inches so he could see my face. "Why can't you promise me that?"

"You know why," I mumbled, staring at the comforter.

"No, I really don't," he lifted my chin with his hand and made me look at him. "I really can't understand why you wouldn't want to promise me that. Max, you could end up killing yourself. Why do you want it out that badly?

"Because it's going to lead them straight to us. I am going to lead them straight to us and it's gong to be on my shoulders," I said in a rush.

"What's going to be on your shoulders?" he asked quietly.

"Your death," I whispered, to afraid to say it loudly. "Yours, and Nudge's, and Iggy's, and Angel's, and Gazzy's deaths."

"Max, that wont happen," he pulled me back into his chest and held me tight.

It's funny how I can feel so safe in his arms, even when everything around me is falling apart.

"First of all, I wouldn't let it happen," he kissed my forehead lightly. "And second of all, it's just not going to happen."

"But how do you know?" I started crying into his shirt again. "It very well could happen, and it would be all my fault."

"Even if it did happen, it wouldn't be your fault," he pulled me tighter into his chest so that a piece of paper couldn't even fit between us. "Nothing would be your fault. You've got to believe me."

I barely nodded; I was too drained to speak.

"Although, if you try and carve that chip out of your arm again, and you end up killing yourself," I felt him reflexively tighten his grip on my body, "that will be you fault. And I would make it my life's mission to personally bring you back to life, just so that I could kill you myself."

I laughed a little, which was a hard feat considering how I was still crying into Fang's chest. It came out more of a muddled half sob, half laugh mix, than an actual laugh.

"But this chip is telling them how to find us," I couldn't give up. I still wanted it out, and I wanted him to understand. "I need it out Fang."

"No you don't," he muttered as he started rubbing my back, right between my wings.

I'm pretty sure he was trying to make me shut up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, to tired to put much force into the question.

"Trying to make you close your eyes and get some sleep," he bent down and kissed my forehead again. "You need it badly. So is my evil plan working?"

"Yes," I mumbled, smiling into his chest.

I could feel myself be pulled into unconsciousness, and embraced it whole-heartedly because I knew I'd be safe in his arms.

That was until I heard the sliding glass door, which led to the balcony, shatter to the floor.

Shit, I barely had time to register an attack before an all to familiar monster spoke.

"Oh, isn't that cute," Ari's voice rang through the room.

So i hope you liked it. i'll try and update before i go on vaca. please do review!!

thank you: Anna, The-Only-English-Rose, blackwingsofdoom, Maximumcalories, booknut, Myrah, and Jakie, for reveiwing. you guys are awsome! i dont have enough to respond to your reviews, but i will in the next chapter.

though, booknut, i know exactly where St. Germain is, we shop there sometimes. lol. i live in Illinois, so we go up to minacqua for vaca.

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