A/N: Less fluff... Hey they went a whole chapter without making out! No way!

I woke up to a loud BOOM! It shook the house, and I fell off my bed. I don't know about you, but this is not my idea of a good start to the day.

"Gazzy!" Iggy roared from downstairs. "I told you it was the green wire, not the red one!" I groaned and felt around the floor, trying to wake up. I wanted to sleep a while more and not have to deal with this.

I crawled up to the top of the stairs and started walking, sleep-walking if you ask me, downstairs.

There was a huge freaking hole in the dining room table. The smell of smoke still lingered. As my eyes widened, I saw two very guilty boys trying to silently edge out of the room.

"This is a really bad fire alarm," Gazzy commented nervously. I glared at him and he shrunk back.

Then, speak of the devil, it started wailing. Mom ran downstairs, assessed the damage, and disabled the alarm. Usually, kid surprise adults with breakfast in bed, or a cute drawing. Not us. Nope, we blew a hole into your table while making a bomb.

I looked at her guiltily. "Sorry, Mom," I said. It wasn't exactly my fault, but I stood by my flock no matter what.

Gazzy and Iggy both apologized. Then, I knew I had raised them right. Or, I glared at them evilly enough.

Mom sighed, and trudged back to her room. I wanted to do the same thing, so as I glared again at the boys, and walked back up the stairs to my room. Bed sweet bed.

Guess who grabbed me on the way to my room and picked me up? You guessed it, Fang. I screamed, punched, kicked and threatened all the way down the stairs. Nothing seemed to faze him.

Iggy and Gazzy just watched me silently. A second ago, I had been yelling at them, now I was letting myself be carried and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

After a while I just gave up, thinking I would be more comfortable anyway if I just let myself be carried. I put my arms around his neck as he supported my body with his arms. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"For a fly," he answered. "I'm wearing pajamas again," I said. He shrugged it off. "Who cares?"

"I do. Put me down and I'll be ready in five minutes." He dumped me unceremoniously on the couch, and I sprung up, stretching my wings. They had cramped up during the night.

I ran upstairs and came back down again, dressed in a few minutes. "Ready?" Fang asked. I nodded.

"Going out!" I shouted for the benefit of whoever might care. I ran outside behind Fang, and he grabbed my hand as we both took off. "It's going to be impossible to fly like this," I grumbled.

"We'll deal," he answered. I let go suddenly and swooped down, making impossible stunts and loops in the air. I shot down and swerved up again, feeling the wind. Fang followed, and I used my super-speed to whiz around in circles, getting smaller and smaller. When was the last time I could do this, fly without worrying the house will go down in flames.

When we got home and opened the door, smoke greeted me. There was a fire. Now I remembered why I didn't run off with Fang and relax anymore. Nudge and Angel were helping the boys dump water on the oven while Iggy sprayed fire extinguisher.

The fire went out. "Why is there a fire every time I turn my back for a second?" Mom looked at me, pained. There looked like there was no damage to the oven, there had already been enough things destroyed by the flock today.

"Well hello to you too, Max. How's your day going?" I glared at him, but it was wasted, so I turned my glare to Gazzy.

"How was your date with Fang?" Angel asked. I just brushed it off as Nudge's eyes got wider.

"What happened here first, then we talk about where I was," I said curtly. Iggy looked somewhat guilty.

"Well, it was a soufflé…" Iggy started. He didn't look like he wanted to continue.

"Ella called," Nudge giggled. "And he was thinking some pretty embarrassing stuff," Angel continued.

He glared at their chins, missing my a little. I was really, really tired. "Let's order pizza," I said. Mom nodded, happy not to have to cook.

"I'm stuffed," I mumbled. Fang nodded in agreement. We had practically inhaled forty bucks' worth of pizza. We were both lying down on the couch; me between Fang and the its comfy back.

"How was the fly today?" he asked. "Great," I said. "I didn't know how much I needed to stretch my wings."

It was true. In a house, you think about your wings less and go days without unfolding them. "Maybe we should leave," I whispered so no one else would hear. Except Angel, of course.

She always monitored what was happening in the whole flock's minds. Yup, that's me, Angel's voice spoke in my head. I had a scary thought. Do you listen to…everything?

I do, Angel cackled. I heard her tinkling laugh from upstairs. I couldn't stop thinking around Fang, could I? I practically did stop thinking straight whenever he talked to me. Oh, what the hell.

Angel, if you're scarred for life, not my fault. There was a pause. I've already seen so much…and not only from you. Not reassuring.

Who cares, anyway? I thought as my mind shut down for good as Fang hugged me against him. Maybe we could fall asleep like this…. We did sometimes, but then I magically woke up in my bed.

I started to doze off as Fang played with a strand of my hair. I heard strange scurrying upstairs, and whispers.

I bolted upright. I heard another explosion, and a strangled cry of "Oh no! Max's phone!"

"IGGY! GAZZY!" I shrieked as I ran upstairs to get revenge.