A/N: Okay, I saw this review and just had to post it:

(wow, total Edward/Bella moment there. seriously.
I just went and checked your profile. you read twilight! yes!
i loved that chapter!
especially
"I saw you lying here, and I thought I was dreaming again…I thought I was dead."
what was it that edward said that i loved? something like, "death hath had no power upon thy beauty"
Edward is really really hot!
what else was it?
"Fang, don't you see? You only said no, because of the guilt you'd feel…you can't let guilt rule you if anything ever happened to me." I retorted, fresh tears still falling.
"Yes, Max, I would feel guilty, immensely so. But worst of all, I'd be…I'd be heart broken max…I love you"
OMG
that was so awesome
and Fang is like, really awesome also. like, he's die 4 max. and he'd die if max died, jsut like a certain hot vampire.
E-D-W-A-R-D!
yay! now i will read next chapter, i love this story, especially since fang is so edward-esque ..i didnt know fang could get any hotter, but this story proves he can!) (I hope you don't mind I posted your review)

When I was writing this scene, I wasn't sure if I should do it like that, just b/c its sooo much like Twilight, but I've just read that part so many times, its been drilled into my head and I couldn't help but write it! I apologize if that bothered anyone but I really couldn't help it… but has anyone noticed that almost everyone who's in love with Fang is in love with Edward too??...I thought it was funny.

Oh My Gosh! I just realized I haven't written a single disclaimer!! (Are those necessary?) If they are I deeply apologize Mr. JP!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except that ridiculously disturbing chair, the greasy clerk and the annoying flirty blonde waitress!

Ok, now back to the story…sorry about the long authors note.

I glanced over at Fang and saw a pained expression on his face, and simultaneously heard his stomach growl. We had been flying for about two hours now, putting as much distance between us and the school as possible. But Fang still wasn't fully recovered and we were both injured and starving and I knew we would have to stop soon. He looked ready to fall out of the sky, but would never ask to stop.

"What would you say to landing in the next town?" I asked, breaking a long silence. We'd barely spoken since we left the school. He looked at me, relief crossing his face and nodded.

We landed in a small clearing right outside a small town in Northern Arizona. Fangs stomach grumbled once more, this time louder than the previous.

"When was the last time you ate?" I asked, now extremely curious. He looked away, avoiding my gaze. "Fang…"I prodded.

"Um…that night we all had dinner before I was taken I guess." He said looking down at his now very interesting feet.

"What?! Fang, that was like three days ago!" For us going three days without food was like a human going six days without food!

"I know, I know, but I'm fine, see?" he gestured towards his himself swaying a little bit.

"God Fang, you're about to pass out" I pointed out walking over to him and grabbing his arm.

"Really I'm fine," he pressed on, "let's just get some food in town, okay?" I nodded my head than looked down at the two of us; we were bloody, dirty, broken messes, who would no doubt be denied entrance in any place we entered.

"We need to get cleaned up, do you think you can last 'till after that?" I asked, feeling guilty.

"Yes, like I said, I'm fine" he replied. Of course you are, you're always fine.

We left the clearing and headed into the town. We decided to get a hotel room, so we could get cleaned up and rest before returning to the flock. Walking down the street we looked left and right until I spotted a Holiday Inn.

"Look" I said pointing to it. He nodded and we headed in that direction, ignoring the strange looks from passersby. We walked through the doors and headed up to the front desk. The greasy haired desk clerk looked up and his eyes widened in shock. He looked in his late teens, maybe early twenties.

"Hi, we'd like your cheapest room, please." I said in my sweetest voice. He looked at us again, appearing doubtful; definitely wondering if he should give us a room, or call security. I reacted quickly knowing we really needed this room. I placed my elbows on the desk and popped my hip out slightly. I pulled my long pony tail around my shoulder and twirled it in my fingers. "Please?" I said softly, batting my eyelashes. Where was Angel when you needed her?

"Umm…umm…will that be cash or credit?" Yes! I handed him the credit card.

"Credit" I said standing up straight returning to Fangs side, who was giving me a weird look. I gave him an innocent look back and mouthed, "what?" smiling to myself.

"Room 204…here's your key." He said handing me a key and my credit card.

"Thanx!" I said much peppier than I felt and headed off towards the elevator. We were normally stair type people, but given the circumstance…I'm sure you understand. When we reached our floor we stepped out and headed down the hallway.

"201…202…203…204…oh 204! Here we are." I said pulling out the key and unlocking the door. The room had a queen sized bed, a TV, and an adjoining bathroom.

I shut the door, grabbed Fangs hand and pulled him into the bathroom.

"Sit" I ordered pointing to the toilet. He did as he was told, too exhausted to argue. I grabbed a wash cloth and wet it under the faucet. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub I began wiping his face in silence, too tired to speak as well. After all the dried blood and grime was off I noticed the three claw marks Ari had left in the side of his face. They looked pretty bad and definitely needed to be treated. I stood up and began opening all the draws and cabinets in the bathroom. When I opened the mirror hanging above the sink I saw it.

"Yes…" I said pulling out a tiny first-aid kit. I opened it up and pulled a thin piece of gauze and some first aid tape. Sitting back down on the tub I patched up his face. When it seemed okay, I asked, "Do you have any other cuts?" Cut being an understatement, I'm sure. He hesitated.

"Fang, just tell me so we can go eat." I said. He looked away but eventually replied.

"My stomach" he said reluctantly lifting his shirt. And he did indeed have a nice set of gashes going from the bottom of the right side of his ribcage to the top of his left hip bone. I grabbed the first aid and knelt down next to the toilet to get closer. I carefully wiped away the blood around the marks, than pulled out the bandage.

"Can you stand up?" I asked, and he did. I placed the edge of the bandage on his stomach and he flinched. Without thinking I bent down and kissed the edge of his gash. His vulnerability was overwhelming and I couldn't help myself; I immediately blushed.

"You have no idea how good that felt" he whispered eyes closed, speaking his longest sentence of the day. I smiled and leaned down again, leaving a trail of kisses along his stomach, I felt him shiver, than proceeded to wrap the bandage in circles around his waist.

When I stood up I kissed his forehead and said, "Your turn". Luckily I was only bleeding on my face and shoulder, so he wasn't required to explore my stomach. Although I secretly wished that I was.

"Done" he said after a few minutes of careful work. I looked in the mirror, and definitely looked a little better. I turned towards Fang, whose tattered shirt barely covered his body. I pulled off my big dark blue sweatshirt and tossed it to him. It may have been dirty but at least it was still in one piece…mostly.

"Wear that, you look like a hobo" I said smirking.

"You're okay in that?" he asked gesturing towards my tank top.

"Yeah I'll be fine…this is Arizona." I had a point and he agreed knowing he couldn't go out in his shirt, and pulled on my sweatshirt. I turned back towards the mirror looking at the both of us. We were still kind of dirty, but not bad. We looked like two teenagers who'd spent the day hiking and had a few accidents along the way.

"Better" I said, than grabbed his hand pulling him out of the room. "Now let's get you fed, before your stomach decides to take over the world; man that thing's angry." We passed the front desk on our way out and received another strange look from the greasy clerk. I tucked my wings in extra snug, feeling a little paranoid in a tank top. Leaving the Hotel, we turned and walked down the sidewalk and found a place to eat right around the corner. It was flowing with teenagers and loud music but smelled reeeeeeeeeeallyy good, and we were reeeeeeeeeeeeally hungry.

"C'mon" I said tugging Fang. He groaned but complied none the less. We walked in and received a lot of stares from the various loitering teens. Okay, maybe this wasn't the best choice…but it smelled sooo good! I walked us to a small booth in the corner and sat down.

"What can I get you to drink?" asked a cute blonde waitress approaching with a pen and pad in hand.

"Well actually, we're ready to order" I said. She stared for a second but quickly continued.

"Okay then, what'll it be?" she asked eyeing Fang…oh no you don't! I hurriedly opened the menu and picked the first thing I saw.

"I'll have two orders of the penne a la vodka" I said, drawing her attention away from Fang.

"Two?"

"Yes. Two."

"Okay…and you?" she asked turning towards Fang.

"I'll have the same." He said without even looking up from where his head lay resting on his forearms which lay on the table.

"Two too?" Duh! Isn't that what 'same' means?

"Uh huh" he said into the sweatshirt sleeve. She scribbled something and the pad, than said, "I'll be right back with your order" and left.

I placed my elbow on the table and propped my head in my hand staring at Fang with his head down. Poor Fang, he must be a mess. I thought, feeling hot tears sting my eyes, I felt terrible; I'd take away all his pain if I could. Instead I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked up for a moment than placed his head back down, and began making circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. We sat in silence for a good ten minutes.

"Ehem" the waitress cleared her throat. Both Fang and I looked up in surprise. Wow, when did she get here? "Here's your food" she said eyeing our clasped hands, and placing the plates on the table. She took one last glance and stalked off. Gees what's up her butt?

The aroma of the delicious pasta dish was intoxicating and I couldn't hold it in anymore and began scarfing down the food; Fang doing the same. We spent a few solid minutes listening to the clinks of forks on plates, and satisfied groans. I speared the last noodle and popped it into my mouth looking up, only to see Fang do the same. I began cracking up.

"What?" he asked self-consciously.

"You look like a pig." I squealed out, laughing even harder.

"So do you…oink" What was it with Fang and animal sounds; first the meowing, now he's oinking? I laughed even harder, and he joined in.

"You should see your mouth" he managed to get out between bouts of laughter.

"Oh!" I gasped reaching for my napkin and wiping off my mouth. He laughed even harder at my reaction.

"Well someone's feeling a little better" I said, noticing the rise in mood.

"I was really hungry" was all he replied.

"Mmm…that was really good" I said switching the topic.

"Yeah, good choice Max" he said smiling one of those rare – double your heart rate – smiles, but quickly stopped when we heard the waitress approach. Yes, we heard her this time, a little more aware of our surroundings with food in our bellies.

"Done already?" she asked in disbelief. What do you think? I wanted so badly to snap back at her.

Fang sensed my sudden irritation, and cut in before I said anything, "Yes we are. We'd like a check please." He said, dismissing her. She smiled at him, clearly excited that he was the one addressing her, and headed off with a flip of her hair. "What was that about?" he questioned. I blushed. He smiled. I blushed deeper. He knew. "Max…?" he coaxed with a sheepish smile.

"Don't make me say it" I pleaded staring at the fascinatingly brown table.

"Say what?" he teased

"She was flirting with you," I said barely audible.

"You were jealous" he stated smirking at me.

"Once again, don't flatter yourself"

"And once again, you've done it for me," and that statement got him a nice kick to the shin under the table.

"Hey! Just admit it!" he said, kicking my foot.

"There's nothing to admit" I stated stubbornly, kicking his feet back. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, sending my foot another kick. I was about to kick back, when the waitress came with our check breaking apart our intense game of mutant footsy. I handed her the credit card without saying anything and she walked away. She returned a few moments later with the card and a receipt.

"Have a nice evening" she said looking at Fang, avoiding my glare.

"C'mon, lover boy" I said standing up and pulling him through a curious crowd of teenagers to the door.

"Sheesh, Max, I never realized you were so…protective" he said walking along side me, with a grin – yes a grin.

"Suck it" He just laughed and eventually I couldn't hold back either. We walked into the hotel past the still curious clerk and back to our rooms laughing. We both flopped on the bed, and neither of us made a move to get up.

"I'm not moving" I said rolling on top of Fang.

"Oof"

"Oh! Sorry" I said blushing and rolling off him, realizing I just rolled on a guy with like twenty-two broken ribs.

"I'm not moving either" he said grabbing my waist and pulling me to his side. I reached up and flicked the light off, yawning.

"Well then good night Fang"

"G'night Max"

And we were out cold; not even bothering to get under the covers.

A/N: They're so close to returning to the flock!! Please Review!!