me: This story's summary was told in one of my other stories, Max Fang 4ever, completed now.

Angel: She wrote it even though....how many people said they would read it?

me: About 4 or 5. Good enough for me!

Total: And it probably brought in more. Very...original.

me: Stop stealing Max Fang 4ever reviews! Anyway:

Disclaimer: I don't own MR. But I do own Albert, his wife and kids, Max and Fang's kids, Fang's war buddies (you will meet them in this chapter), and any other names you don't recognize. And the career choices for the flock. I don't own the jobs, but I do own the fact that they are in that career. For example: Angel's a movie star.

me: And sorry if I get some war things wrong. I did really bad in that section of history. I tried my best. Enjoy!

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-Fang POV-

"Dude, mail's here!" Mark called, shaking me awake. My eyes opened immediately. I pulled on some boots and left the tent with him. Sure enough, the commander was handing out mail to men lucky enough to have family to still write to them, and some goody bags wives and family members send.

I shifted from foot to foot, hoping there was a letter from Max and the kids. There have only been a few mail calls I haven't gotten a letter from my family, and that was just because Max is so buisy she can't. And if she can't Ella usually sends a letter explaining and tuning me in to the latest flock news.

The general walked closer and closer. Men ran off happy with letters and peanuts or candy, while some men walked away sad, hoping their wives would fine time soon to write. Some of them didn't even bother coming out of their tents because they didn't even have family. I considered myself lucky.

He handed Mark a few envalopes. "Congrats," the gerneral said as Mark scrambled to open the letter. His wife was due to have their second kid, a little girl, at any time. I smiled knowing she would include pictures that Mark would be more then happy to show my.

"You got a good wife, sonny," he told me as he gave me an envelope and pack of peanuts. He flashed a grin as he moved on.

"Yeah she is!" I said enthusiastically. Mark and I came back to the tent before reading our letters. I grinned as I read about the flock's success from Katrina's letter, Andie's success to writing, even thought it took me longer to read. Andrew was just his normal peppy self.

"Nick!" Mark said. To them I was Nick. I would probably throw them off pretty bad if I said my name was Fang. Plus, if they read my blog as a teenager, they would recognize me. "My wife had our baby! Her name's Michelle." Mark handed me picutres of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket with a pink cap on that looked a few sizes too big, but fit her perfectally. I remembered when Max sent pictures of Andie and Andrew when they were first born.

My grin widened, remembering. "She's gorgous, Mark. Looks like your wife."

"I was hoping for that. My son looks like me. Huge flirt with the little pre-K girls."

"Sounds like you. My kids's birthday just passed yesterday. Six."

Mark shook his head. "Not right, dude. They grow up too fast. Wish 'em a happy birthday for me. And tell Andie that Uncle Mark is comin to see her soon."

I sighed as I read Katrina's letter over again. "I know Angela and Ben are trying to help, but they've gone too far." Don't you think Mark would be a little set off by 'Nudge' and 'Gazzy'? He was a blog fan as a teenager. He probably wouldn't believe me anyway, since we have no more wings to prove it. Curse the day Mr. Chu got a hold of us! At least our kids don't have to go though being hunted down. Wingless. "Angela wants Katrina in a fashion show and Ben wants her in a movie!"

"Lemme guess, Max isn't letting her?"

I shook my head. "And Samual wants to run for mayor."

"The blind one?"

I nodded. Yep, Samual is Iggy. "But Ella is trying to talk him out of it."

"Rough. What'cha getting Andie and Andrew for their birthday?"

"I don't know! They've got so many aunts and uncles it hard figuring out who's getting who what! I'm sure Andrew will be fine with a Hot Wheels track, and some Barbie doll house for Andie. I think that's Max's plan."

"Tell 'em they'll be gettin Uncle Mark's gift when we get back. He's just a little low on money."

"Okay." I grinned. Andie called Mark her uncle, even though she knows he's not related to her. I grabbed some stationary and a pen and started to write.

Hey guys,

I loved hearing from you. And the pictures. And Katrina, it's not up to me if you get in that fashion show or movie, I'm the one overseas. But if you are, I'm gonna see pictures one way or another. Wish Albert's family my gratitude, Max. He was a great guy and friend. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Albert showing me some pointers. I'm so glad Ella and Iggy held their wedding. Pictues would be fine, but it's never anything like the real thing.

Happy birthday, Andie and Andrew! Uncle Mark will give you his present when he sees you next, in about a month. He's a little ...low on money at the moment. But we'll see you soon. Love you all. And Max, don't let Iggy try for mayor. He'll get his hopes up.

Love you,

Fang

I pushed the letter in the envalope and addressed it. I slipped outside the tent and gave it to the General to mail.

He took it and smiled. "I wish your wife the best, taking care of three children on her own."

"Me, too. My oldest daughter is helping him. And she has double shifts."

Then the tent I had just been in exploded.

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me: O_o, what's gonna happen to Fang?

Angel: He's--

me: They'll read! Just let them wait!

Total: They probably already know.

me: *glares* Anyway, REVIEW!