The next time I came around I was moving and there were sirens blaring. That's never something I wanna hear. I blacked out again.

The next time I woke up I was aware that I was lying down on a bed. There was a beeping sound filling my ears. Slowly I turned my head to the right and saw Star. She was sitting in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, reading a magazine.

Her eyes widened and she rushed out of the room. Suddenly I was surrounded by people and doctors.

"What happened?" I croaked.

Iggy was the first to speak. "Remember when Ari sliced up Fang? Well something similar to that."

"Well this is going to set us back." I sighed and leaned back on my pillows. I winced slightly as a stinging pain went through my torso wear the bandages were.

They all exchanged strange looks. Like they weren't telling me something. One thing I couldn't help but notice was that Fang wasn't there.

As if reading my mind Ratchet said, "Fang is on the phone."

"For what?"

Cue awkward silence.

"Max right before you went down something ran in the room and grabbed onto you. It was a little boy with wings and he doesn't know where to go. He keeps asking for you but I don't know why! Not that you're not totally the best it's just that we don't know him and it's like he has heard of you before and he is so adorable but like really clingy and stuff-" Nudge's rambling was cut off when Iggy slapped his hand over her mouth.

I gaped at her. Was she kidding? Was I not awake yet? Ugh this was too much. I just woke up! He was probably calling to find his parents.

Sure enough, Fang ran in chasing something small and fast. He caught it and picked it up.

I groaned and closed my eyes again. This was NOT happening! I tried to sit up again but I felt that same stinging pain.

I sighed and sat back again. "It hurts." I commented. It felt weird to say that, I never said that.

So as it turned out I had gone through surgery and had to stay another night. Of course! Staying in a hospital is always a treat for me! Please note the sarcasm.

That night while I pretended to be asleep I heard Fang and Maya talking.

"Why are we here?" Maya asked.

"What do you mean?" Fang said. Before I closed my eyes I had seen him trying to put the little boy asleep. It turned out that his name was Carter.

"We have our own priorities with the D-day group."

"Yeah but Max got hurt."

"So?" Maya asked as if it was obvious.

"Maya, the same thing happened to me a couple months back. She stayed overnight in the hospital for me. I owe her this. I still love her. Do you even know what it's like to love someone?"

Hmm. He still loved me; well he sure didn't act like it.

"Of course I do. Well sort of."

"Yeah right like who!"

"You're so stupid!" I heard a door slam and then it was silent. I shifted in the bed so I faced the other way. I opened my eyes a fraction of an inch. I saw Fang with the kid in his lap. He looked tired.

Once again I thought about that night in the movie theater. Maybe Dylan was right for me. Especially if it meant avoiding world destruction.

If fang wanted to leave me by now he could have. But we were in the same room and I think I was being a pretty good leader. Even if I was in the hospital and Angel was gone… and there was a weird little kid following us.

Uhg. I guess "Fang and Max" just wasn't good for the world.

"Max I know you're awake."

Busted. I winced a little bit as I sat up and faced Fang. He was sitting in one of the chairs. Everyone was scattered around the room on mats and sheets. All sleeping. I think.

"I've known you for 15 years, I can tell when you're sleeping and when you're not."

"How did you get the kid asleep?" I asked. The boy was sleeping in Fang's lap. He looked about 2 or 3, with black hair and blue eyes.

"Maya did it."

"Of course she did."

He glared at me. Then he glared at Dylan's sleeping figure.

"Dylan is a newbie. Like I said before. He can't stay calm in a fight." He said.

"Well no need to worry. I said, "You guys are leaving again soon." I looked away from him and used the remote to sit the bed up. I could feel my abdomen stinging under the bandages.

"I never said that!" he protested.

"Well I just assumed. That's what you've done in the past."

"I don't want it to be this way." He said quietly.

"Fang, what is the point of all this. You said that we weren't at are best when we're near each other. So why are you here? Why do you come back?" I asked.

"I told you because I needed help to stop the Doomsday group."

"How long are you planning to stay?" I asked.

"Until we have stopped the D-day group." He replied.

"That isn't exactly at the top of my priority list right now." I snapped, "Remember Angel. Little girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, Gazzy's sister! My baby." I whispered the last part. My throat got tight when I thought about that bloody sneaker that still sat in my backpack.

"She's gone Fang. She might not be dead. I would know if she was dead…"

Fang sighed and looked down at Carter. His face changed, he looked curious for a second.

"I wonder where he came from. He has wings. Maybe he knows where Angel is."

"Fang he's 2. He can't possibly know." I laughed.

"You'd be surprised; he talks really well for a toddler." He shifted so Carter's head was in the crook of his arm, and his feet in his lap.

"Let's talk more about this tomorrow. I need to sleep. Now I know what it felt like for you when Ari…" I trailed off, not I subject I liked to talk about.

Before I went to sleep again I glanced down at Dylan's sleeping face. He was sweet, but now that Fang and I had had a civilized conversation that sweetness seemed to matter a little bit less.