Sorry I haven't posted in...Forever!! Here's a few. Drabble 18 is a continuation of 17, FYI. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Maximum Ride series or it's characters, but I doown these drabbles, so don't use them without my permission =]. Oh yeah, I don't own Monster's Inc. either, although I love that movie.

17.) Who's the Strongest? -Max POV

"Max is stronger," Iggy backed me up.

"Yeah," Said Angel, Nudge, Gazzy, and Total all at once.

"You're wrong. I'm stronger," Fang said, rolling his eyes.

"You're not," I stepped towards him, feeling a competition coming.

"Max, please. We both know I could take you down."

I was right. Competition. "Oh? Is that a challenge, Fang?" I crossed my arms, holding my chin up high.

"I don't want to hurt you, Max," Him? Hurt me?

"Oh, Fang. You have this all mixed up. And a big ego. I don't want to hurt you."

Fang stared at me, emotionless. "Fine. Let's go," He pulled me to the backdoor. Thank God my mom wasn't home, or else she wouldn't have even let us talk about fighting. We walked to the middle of her open backyard, the rest of the flock following us.

"Whoever gives up first, then?"

Fang nodded.

That's all I needed to make me throw a punch. I hit him right in the cheek, catching him off guard. I felt bad as I watched him stagger backwards. Then he got that blood-thirsty look in his eyes, and jumped towards me, wings opening, coming at me feet first.

I leaped out of the way just before he was about to hit me and did a roundhouse kick, getting him right under the chin. He recoiled for just a moment before kicking me back in the gut, making me double over.

Fang grabbed my arm and I felt it pop. He dislocated my shoulder! I struggled around for a bit, trying to pop it back in while throwing random punches at him with my other hand. Angel and Nudge were cheering for me, apparently Iggy, Gazzy, and Total were rooting for Fang now.

When my arm was finally back in it's socket, after I'd received another few kicks and blows, I threw myself against Fang, knocking him over. I sat on top of him, but he managed to throw me off of him and straddle my lower back.

"Give up, Maxy?" He whispered in my ear, his voice low.

"Never," I whispered back. I rolled us over and sat on top of him, holding his arms down and leaning over him. "You?" I could feel him breathing heavily under me. His cheek was pressed against the mud, half covered in dirt, half in blood. Did I do that? Oops.

"Yes," he breathed. I'm not even sure if he said it.

"What was that?"

"Yes!" He yelled, rolling his eyes, struggling underneath me.

"Thank you very much!" I said, standing up and bowing at our mini-audience. Angel and Nudge cheered, then I turned to Fang. "You okay?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Of course I'm okay," he said, wiping blood off his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Alright," I said, smiling.

He leaned forward and kissed me quickly, then pulled away and grinned. "This isn't over."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not."

18.) Nightmare -Max POV

I chopped Fang right in the back like I've done hundreds of times to Erasers and Fly Boys. He went down in an instant, tumbling to the ground and lying there limply. I hadn't realized what I'd done until I poked him with a finger and he didn't move.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I collapsed on the ground next to him, wrapping my arms around him and crying into his chest. He wasn't moving, wasn't breathing; nothing.

I killed him.

I killed my best friend.

"Fang!" I wailed. "Fang, Fang!" I kept crying, repeating his name over and over.

I killed him.

"Max? Max. What? It's like, three in the morning," Someone shook my shoulders. I sat up immediately, finding Fang standing in front of me. It took me a minute to register that I had been dreaming. I stared at Fang, he stared back with a puzzled face. "You okay?" He asked, realizing my face was wet and I was still crying. "Max?"

"You're alive," I whispered. "I thought I killed you!" I jumped out of my bed and threw my arms around him, pulling him close.

"Hmm?" He was stiff at first, then hugged me tight. "What are you talking about? You're plotting to kill me?"

"No...I was dreaming that I killed you in our fight," I muttered, squeezing him as tight as I could. "You sure your alive?"

"Max," He pushed me back a little so I could see him. "I'm right here," he whispered against my neck. "I'm alive."

19.) Collage -Fang POV

Max was sitting in the middle of the floor with a ton of pictures spread out around her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her legs were crossed as she examined the pictures. She was leaning back, all the pressure in her palms.

She picked up a picture with one hand, adjusting herself so she could balance. I watched her from the other side of the room as she examined the photo. I don't think she knew I was there, though. She thought I had gone to sleep.

I walked up behind her silently, and stepped in front of her, sitting down outside the collage of pictures. "What's up?" I asked, looking back and forth between her and all the photos.

"Just looking at these. My mum had them, she gave them to me the other day. They go back from when we first met her, all the way to now." She looked up at me and smiled.

"Cool," I answered, picking one up and looking at it. It was of me, Max, and Angel from a few years ago, when we had all fallen asleep on the couch watching Monster's Inc. which was Angel's favorite movie at the time.

"I love this one," Max said after a few minutes, showing me a picture of the whole flock outside, lounging in the grass.

"Yup," I agreed. "I like this one," I showed her the one I looked at before, and she grinned.

"I remember that."

"Me too." After at least an hour of showing each other pictures, I glanced up at the clock. "Max, it's half-past one. In the morning," I muttered, stretching out my black wings, careful not to move the pictures.

"Really?" She asked, mimicking my stretches and yawning.

"Mm. I'm going to sleep," I stood up slowly and arched my back, pulling in my wings.

She got up and stepped outside the clumps of photos towards me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She buried her face into my chest and mumbled something.

"What was that? Can't hear you," I whispered.

"Thanks for looking at those with me, that was fun," She looked up at me and smiled.

"Oh, you're welcome. Yeah, brought back some memories. Come on, let's go to bed," I said, swooping her off her feet and flicking the light off in the kitchen.