I'm fulfilling my next priority! Yeah! Updating this fic! It's been a while since I first posted, so let's see where this goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride The Final Warning, Maximum Ride Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports, or any of the characters that are mentioned in Maximum Ride. Yep.

The first scenario… I believe it is… Max and Fang discuss the chip incident. So… let's push forward!

All in Max's POV

After my little blubbering fest in the shower, I clumsily redressed. My arm was still useless, so that made a lot of things including getting dressed more difficult. I reached for the door handle and flung myself out into the hallway. My eyes were red and puffy, so confrontation with anyone would expose my weakness.

I opened Ella's bedroom door and immediately felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turned around, clearly not in the mood to be messed with, and glared. Going to cross my arms over my chest I realized that using both arms would be impossible. Sighing slightly, I shouted,

"What?" Okay, so that was a little unnecessary. Fang didn't do anything. Anything except hear my proclamation of love. Now, my cheeks reddened and Fang's eyebrows rose.

"We need to talk."

"Now?"

"Yes, Max, now." He said, gently pushing past me. I frowned and closed the door behind me. Looking up I saw Fang patting the edge of the bed directly next to him. Slowly, I made my way across the room. I sat down and situated myself, my arm lying in my lap.

Fang, looking at everything except me, finally said, "I'm sorry."

Now that caught me off-guard, "For what?"

He looked in my eyes, "I shouldn't have let you take the chip out of your arm."

"You-you shouldn't have…" I almost busted out laughing right there, "You couldn't have stopped me. I would have done it anyways."

"I should have tried harder."

"It's not yours or Dr. Martinez's fault. I'm the one who wanted it out."

"Max," He said gently, "You're not listening."

"You're not making sense! I mean, all you have to talk about is you! I'm the one with the bum arm. I'm the one who proclaimed my undying love to you while on Valium. This isn't about you!"

His voice was a soft, "Max, this is about me, too."

"How?" I exploded, "How is this in any way about you?"

His voice rose to match mine, "Maybe I care about you! Maybe I don't want to watch you make stupid mistakes! Maybe I feel the same way about you!"

"What?"

"I said that maybe I feel the same way that you do! Maybe I love you, too! Maybe I love you sooo much!" He stretched out his arms to show just how much and more.

"Oh, jeez," I said, standing. Turning to leave, I felt Fang's hand grab my functioning arm. He spun me, hard, to face him. Then, his lips were on mine. It felt so right. It was so wrong. Pushing myself from the close proximity of Fang, I rushed down to the kitchen, almost running into Dr. Martinez. My heart was racing, my head was spinning. Everything was so confusing.

"I made cookies," Dr. Martinez offered, holding up a batch fresh from the oven. I grinned. Finally, something that made sense.

Okay, so that's the end of scenario one. I know, it seems unlikely that any of this would happen, but it's accommodating Max's complaint about how "He never said that stupid stuff back" in book 3. So there you have it.