A/N: I am beautifully procrastinating. I have to finish Emma by the end of the week...

Of course, writing is much more fun ^^

Review to make me happy! Please?

FANG

I yawned, coming back from the bathroom, my teeth fresh and brushed. I opened my closet, and found it was empty. My mouth opened in shock. Actually, it wasn't really empty. There was a pink shirt and pink shorts in the back of the closet.

On them was a note. I picked it up, my mind already racing, exploring the possibilities, the pros and cons. I opened the folded piece of lined paper. In it was written, "Where Iggy works his magic."

What? Then I remembered a game Jeb had made up for the little kids back at the E house. He'd called it "treasure hunt." You had to find clues that led you to a prize. In this case, the prize would be some presentable clothing. I would never be caught dead wearing that pink stuff.

I thought about the clue. Iggy works his magic either Exploding (according to him, it's whole science that deserves a capital letter) or cooking. He doesn't really have a specific place for destroying the things we care most about, so the kitchen was my best bet.

I ran downstairs. No one was in sight. I decided to find my clothes first, and question the flock later. They would suffer "The Silent Rage of Fang". I entered the kitchen, silence all around me. I noticed a folded note behind the blender. I picked it up quickly and unfolded it.

Inside was written, "Where Dr. M spent last afternoon." I racked my brain for anything that might tell me what Dr. Martinez had done last afternoon. I honestly couldn't remember. Thinking harder, I remembered she hadn't been in the house.

She'd been outside, planting flowers! Before I could revel in my victory, I ran outside towards the freshly planted flowerbeds. I picked out a flash of white among red roses. Ignoring the scratching of their thorns, I reached in and took out another note.

"Where your true love sleeps," was written. My love? Is this a trick question? In my heart? That couldn't be the next location. I thought again. "True love" must mean Max, I realized. Max must have my regular, black clothes in her room!

Without time for any more thought, or maybe scared she was burning them or performing a voodoo ritual, I ran upstairs. You never know with Max.

MAX

I was woken up horribly by some other kind of crisis that morning, as you can imagine. It was really starting to get old. I opened a bleary eye to see Fang standing over me.

His eyes were wild, and he was shaking me. "Where are my clothes?" he hissed.

"In your room?" I mumbled, trying to close my eyes again.

"No! Give them back!" he shouted, as I tried to turn away from whatever demon had possessed him.

"Let me sleep," I told him. He grabbed me, and flung me off the bed. I landed under him with a weak "Ow." I glared up at him now fully awake. He'd just made a huge mistake.

3RD PERSON

Would Fang kill Max for having his clothes, or would he spare her because he loooooooved her? Gazzy ran after Nudge and Angel. They'd find out soon enough.

There was screaming and thumping and the general sound of Max and Fang arguing, just their everyday lover's spat, peppered with occasional death threats from Max. It was nothing unusual, really.

Angel opened the door a crack and the Gasman craned his neck to see over Nudge's tall, skinny shoulder. Would Fang be beating her up? Would Max be mad? Gazzy's eyes glinted in delight at the idea of pranking the two lovebirds.

When he could finally see, it wasn't at all what he'd expected. Max was straddling Fang, her fist raised above him, shouting: "Apologize! Apologize!"

"You just like to be on top," Fang said, out of breath from underneath her.

"What does that mean?" Gazzy whispered.

"I'll go into her mind," Angel told him. "Oh. Oh," Angel said.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Gazzy knew that tone of voice, and he didn't insist. Max was still waving her fist threateningly. "I swear; if you don't apologize, I will gladly rearrange your face," she growled.

"Okay, okay. Just ease up on the lung-crushing part," Fang grumbled. Max lowered her hand and moved a little. Fang took that moment as his advantage and reached up and grabbed her, effectively flipping her over in one movement.

He had both her hands pinned to the floor. "Now you apologize," he said.

"For what? I'm not the one who goes around throwing sleeping people off their beds," she argued.

"Apologize for threatening me."

"You have to say sorry first," she countered.

Nudge leaned in, wanting to see the result of their prank better, but she lost her balance. As she fell forward, she grabbed onto the door handle and pushed the door open.

The Gasser and his sister had been trying to lean in to see, so they all fell in a pile in Max's room. "What are you doing?" Max squealed, trying to get out from under Fang.

"What are you doing?" Nudge asked calmly, gesturing towards Fang and Max. Max shifted under Fang, who still hadn't moved.

"Get off! They're here," she hissed.

"You still haven't apologized," he murmured.

"You will regret this all your (beep!)ing life if you don't move now, so the impressionable kids don't get the wrong idea," Max said, with as much venom as she could muster.

"We're not impressionable," Gazzy muttered, but no one heard.

Fang moved slowly, but finally getting off of Max. Angel glared at him.

"You should apologize to Max!" she told Fang.

"No, Max should apologize to Fang!" the Gasman countered.

"Nudge!" Angel protested. Nudge looked to Gazzy and Fang, then Max and Angel. She hesitated, weighing the devastating possibilities of both choices.

"Fang should apologize," Iggy said, popping out of nowhere.

"Where'd you come from?" Gazzy asked. Iggy shrugged.

"You guys weren't being exactly quiet about the whole thing. I heard every single word," he said, smirking at Fang and Max with his creepy "I-see-all-know-all-even-though-I'm-blind" stare.

"Well, then Max should apologize!" Nudge said. And so the war began, though no one knew it yet.

MAX

Rage boiled inside me. Fang was practically laughing at me. I glared at him, clenching my fists, and he was sending me a look that screamed, that's adorable. I was shooting daggers by then.

"Why don't you listen to Nudge?" he taunted, the corners of his eyes crinkling imperceptibly, so only I would know he was teasing me. And let me tell you, I didn't like that one bit.

I couldn't help it. I drew back my fist and it was about to connect with his jaw when he caught it. He twisted my hand back and I fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. "Ow," I muttered.

I looked down at the leg I'd landed on. I was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to bend that way. I glared at Fang, who'd gotten on the floor to see if I was all right.

"You okay?" he asked, his black eyes alight with worry.

"I'll be a lot better when I punch your sorry face," I threatened. I tried to sit up, but my leg was horribly painful. I fell back down with a pitiful whimper.

The flock crowded around me, scarred by the idea of their fearless leader being incapacitated. Okay, it was probably just for laughs at how helpless I was.

He picked me up and carried me to the couch downstairs, every jolt of a step a torture in itself. He called my mom, who was at work. I tried to make out their conversation, but it was mostly Fang telling her not to worry.

When he finally hung up, he walked over to me apologetically. "She made me promise to keep you on bed rest for the day," he told me.

"Really?" I groaned. "A small broken leg won't stop Maximum Ride from doing anything!" I tried getting up from the couch, and almost fell on the ground in a messy heap. Fang caught me just in time and picked me up again, this time taking me over to the stairs.

"Sure. Except things that involve walking," he said softly, the ghost of a smile illuminating his face.

"You better be my personal servant for the day," I warned, shifting and getting a better grip on Fang's neck.

He chuckled lightly and I took that to be a yes. Or else. "This isn't over," I whispered under my breath.

To be continued….

A/N: Cue Victorian-era British accent.

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~greysky3