It was happening to me again. Again and again and again. Wherever I would go, whatever I would do, I would see Fang's face everywhere. On the T.V, in magazines, comic books you name it, he was there. Every single dam thing I did reminded me of him. I sat on my bed with Fang's laptop, checking his blog for any signs of where he might be. Of course there bloody was none!

"Max, face it, Fang doesn't want to be found." The flock would say. Truth was I didn't care. I didn't care if he wanted to be found or not, I would find him! I wasn't giving up on him that easily and I bet he knew it. That's if he isn't already laying in a gutter somewhere, torn into a million peices.

I sighed and wriggled about uncomfortably on my bed. How was I going to do this? How was I going to find some way that would lead me straight to him. I'd need a miracle.

Dylan poked his head around my bedroom door, which I'm surprised I didn't lock and he smiled at me. As if that would make everything better.

"Maximum, he knows you are hurting. He knows you are in pain. Give him a break. He only wants to help you."

Well who is going to give ME a break? Huh? When am I ever going to get just a tiny, tiny, little break?!....

That's what I thought.

"Max how you feeling?" Dylan asked walking in, shuffling his big, heavy boots on the floor.

"I'm a little frustrated at the moment. Can't you see?" I huffed not taking my eyes off the laptop screen. There was a long pause.

"Any news?" Dylan said suddenly, making me jump.

"None." I shook my head and locked my eyes on the screen as if something magical would appear and tell me where he is.

"By the way, Iggy's doing a lot better. I think you should go and talk to him. Let him see you. Because you haven't come out of your room for a little while, it might do you a bit of good." Dylan suggested. I took my eyes away from the laptop and placed them on him. I took one last look at Fang's blog and rolled off the bed, walking passed Dylan, inhaling his gorgeous scent. I was so stunned at how strong he smelled I stopped walking and froze in the doorway. Images started flashing in my mind. I rememberd what he had first looked like when we met in Africa. I remembered him holding my hand at the fun fair and sleeping next to him in his bed a few days ago. A hand pressed against my shoulder and I turned and faced him.

Two terquoise eyes stared down at me and I dropped my gaze to the floor. I hated staring into his eyes. It made me feel weak and almost embarrassed at the same time.

"Are you alright?" He asked lifting my head with his hand. I quickly pulled away nodding and left the room. I couldn't deal with him right now. I don't need him getting in my way, clouding my thoughts, distracting me.

"Max...you don't look so good." Iggy said taking in my image.

"I'm fine, really. Dylan tells me your feeling better?" I said trying to change the subject.

"Yes, I feel great and I'm so happy I can finally see everyone again." He hugged me tight and I rubbed his back.

"I'm going to make some lunch. Would you like some?" Iggy asked but I didn't feel up to it. I apologised and sat in the lounge glaring at the news channell. Terrorist bombers, floods, mainly death filled the news. How exciting. I watched in boredom at the world passing by whilst everyone was sitting around the table feasting on lunch. The smell was lush and my mouth watered. But I didn't give in. I curled upon the sofa and put Nudge's dolphine blanket over me. Maybe something interesting will come on I thought.

It was then that my eyes began to slowly close and my heart beat began to slow and I was almost asleep when it happened. All I heard was miracle and my head shot up. Call it a 6th sense if you like, but I knew from that word something was about to peak my interest.

"Hi, I'm Susan West reporting live from outside Port Moresby General Hospital on Taurama Road, where a couple of people claim to have seen some sort of Angel flying around in the sky. A car along Taurama Road suddenly burst into flames, trapping an elderly woman and a small child inside. Patients from the hospital witnessed a dark figure flying towards them from their windows, and rescuing the elderly woman and the child. Here I have one of the witnesses who says they saw everything from their window. Mr Gomez over to you."

"Errrm, well it was when I were sitting by the window, around 6 pm, when I saw a car burst into flames. I stood from my chair, watching as the flames grew and grew and then I noticed something big and dark in the sky. It was like a person, but it had these huge dark wings flapping by its sides and it saved that woman and child trapped in the burning car. It was a hero."

"Well isn't that something folks. More on the story in an hour. Susan West reports live from Port Moresby."

I stood up with the blanket caught around my legs and my jaw dropped open. It took me a while to digest everything the broadcast said and when I finally came to my senses I ran in to the kitchen and told them everything I had just seen. They looked at me blankly.

"Max, don't you think that your over-reacting a little. I mean, Fangs helping people and he seems to be fine. I don't think he would want any of us there." Angel said sounding like the leader slash adult that she had been when shekicked me out of the flock.

"What? No, I didn't say anything about you coming with me. I'm going alone."

"No your not." Dylan said standing up.

"Excuse me. I can and will and if you don't like it..tough!" I yelled. I ran from the kitchen and grabbed my coat. Dylan ran after me and tried to block me from jumping out of the window.

"Your not gonna stop me. I have to do this." I explained but Dylan shook his head and grabbed my shoulders.

"I can't let you do this. He doesn't want to be found. Just let him go Max."

"No I'll never do that!" I screamed and pushed passed him and bolted out of the window. I didn't care how long it would take me to reach Port Moresby in Papua New guinea and I didn't care. I would find Fang if I had to search for days.

I zoomed through the sky at 200mph checking every now and then if I was being followed. They would never catch up to me now.

Dylan POV

"You can't let her do this. At least now on her own." Jeb said as I grabbed my coat.

"I know. I'm gonna bring her back. If I can't, well at least I'll be there if anything happens to her." I told the flock. I wasn't going to let Max go at it alone. I cared about her too much to see her fly half way across the globe for someone who doesn't want to see her.

"Yeah Max finds Fang, they argue then they kiss and make up." Angel said and I winced at the thought of her kissing him again. I couldn't have that. After everything we have ben through since he left. Max was almost breaking out of her shell. She kissed me...

"Please bring Max back Dyl. I think you would be a better boyfriend for Max than Fang, but I do love Fang to bits and want him back as much as Max. Our little secret." Angel whispered to me as I left. I smiled at that thought and wondered if I would ever be her boyfriend. If she'd ever let me get that close to her.

Luckily I could see where Max was, with my vision, and could locate her quite easily. Although she would be hard to catch up to. I would carry on flying through the night if I had to, to catch up with her. I love her so much, I just wish she wasn't so stubborn sometimes.

Max POV

I desperately needed to rest. My wings had been flapping hard for hours and I hadn't had anything at all to eat today so my body was literally running off air. My throat was closing up and my heart was racing in my chest. I would find Fang. I would be able to se him again. I wondered if he had changed much since the last time we had been together. The first thing I am going to do when I see him is give him the biggest slap of his life. Then make up for it with the biggest kiss of his life.

"Assuming your going to find him, that is. How do you know if he hasn't moved country by now? Are you aware this could all be for nothing?"

I don't give a damn what you think. I don't care if it takes me a while to find him. If he's left the country then I'll have to take extreme measures and make a public broadcast for him to come back. I'll think of something don't you worry.

"I always worry about you Maximum."

I shook my head in disbelief and spotted a small clearing below, perfect for staying the night. Tomorrow I would find Fang. And when I do I will drag his sorry ass all the way back home.

I made a small nest in the tree, no pun intended, and settled down on a large branch and rested my eyes. My wings were so sore and my head was killing me. I hoped I wouldn't die from lack of fluids of food. That would make my day.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep,but when I did, I was soon woken up by birds twittering away in the tree. It was daylight, which meant my search continued.

A small stop and shop was not far from the clearing and I brought as much food as I possibly could, hoping my card wasn't about to run out.

My wings were still sore,but I ignored the pain and flew almost 200mph, stuffing my face with cola, cheesy puffs, chocolate, sweets etc

I saw a large yellow sign by the roadside which said Port Moresby 22 miles.

Not bad. Almost here in less than 2 days. My wings sure did feel the burn though.

I kicked into hyperdrive as I raced to my destination. First stop...the hospital I guess. I would ask around. Maybe they have seen him again. Or I could check the area and look out for anywhere he might be staying. Fang wouldn't have enough money for a hotel, so my guess is that he would be somewhere sheltered.

Another painful hour went by as I began contemplating where I would go and what I would do first along with enjoying the feeling that my wings were going to snap off at any minute. I realised I had reached Taurama Road. I walked along the street, feeling the burn on my wings and I tried not to look like I was in pain. I asked a lady walking nearby where the hospital was. She pointed me to the large building across the street and I thanked her.

So now what. There was no camera men, no reporters, infact, it looked almost dead. Fang where are you?

I began calling out his name and when that didn't work, I tried to circle the area, looking for any signs of my best friend.

I did that for about 30 minutes. Nothing.

"Fang!" I continued to cry out over the roar of the wind. Still Nothing.

I decided to take a break and plan out my next move. A few miles away was a diner, I saw it on the map outside the hospital. Thats where I would go to clear my head.I would order up a large breakfast and eat away my sorrows.

"Sounds like a good plan." The voice said. I wasn't sure if it was being serious or sarcastic, but It sounded like a good idea to me.

Ignoring the familiar pain of my wings i carefully began to fly to the diner, with the map memorised in my mind it shouldn't take to long to get there. I hope they wern't closed.

I landed behind an abandoned shack across the road from the diner. It looked...cosy. Very few cars were parked in the car park and there didn't seem to be too many customers either. Lucky me.

I walked up to the diner and saw through the window an elderly man eating soup, a younger man in the corner with a large mug of probably coffee and three others scatterd around in the diner. I'll make sure I memorise all the exists encase of an emergency. Erasers attack an all.

I pushed hard on the door and a small bell chimbed above me. The woman behind the counter was busy talking to a man, probably the cook and was too busy to notice I had come in. The T.V was loud and showed horse racing. Exciting. I looked around. Nobody stared at me, they just continued eating and drinking. This I could get used to.

I walked slowly up to the counter ready to park my behind on the stool when something caught my eye. Something I hadn't been able to see from outside. Hunched over the counter was a very tall man. He had a small leather jacket, very dark jeans and dark boots. I couldn't see their face as it was covered by their arm and he seemed engrosed in his newspaper. I took my glance away from the mysterious man and looked around some more. Then I heard a low cough that brought my head charging back around. I know that cough!

My eyes widened as his arm fell and slowly, very slowly, he moved his head over towards me. I gasped...