AN- Hey everyone! Thanks again for all the reviews and the comment on my fic idea! To anyone looking forward to it, I must say, I have this problem where I get an idea for a fic, spend forever planning it out and then just never do it. I want to write that one, I really do, but I would also like to apologize in advance just in case I never do.

So, here's the next chapter is the fic. This takes place during The Final Warning, around the time Iggy developed his new power that allows him to see things that are white.

I realize this one is really short. I'm sorry! But, TFW sucks for Faxness!

Iggy and Fang stood together on the boat, staring out at the white glaciers. Iggy was ecstatic. He could see! Granted, it wouldn't be an everyday thing but still, for the first time in years, he could see. He could see mountains, he could see glaciers.

He could see Max. Sort of. It was more like the outline of Max. He saw her slim figure, her unruly hair, even her somewhat baggy clothes. He could also see one Brigid Dwyer. He could see her slimmer figure, her styled hair and her form-fitting clothes.

He couldn't help but see what attracted Fang to Brigid but was finding it hard to see what attracted him to Max.

"Who's prettier? Brigid or Max?"

Fang turned to him, surprised at the sudden question. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, for some reason Max has really got you going. I don't see it. I mean, maybe if she'd worn that shirt that Nudge had mentioned a while ago, I'd see it. But, I think Brigid seems pretty attractive."

"Her name is Dr. Dwyer." Fang said. "And, she's just a friend."

Iggy laughed. "Right. Because she's totally not flirting with you."

"She's twenty, Iggy. I'm fourteen."

"I don't think that's stopping her. What was with the twenty questions earlier? Why do you care so much about her?"

"I'm interested in what she has to say. Global warming is bad, Iggy and Dr. Dwyer thinks-"

"Just call her Brigid."

"Dr. Dwyer thinks that we can help. I want to help."

"You just love that she's making Max jealous."

"Max isn't jealous." Fang said and Iggy could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuure she isn't. Didn't the two of you have a good old smooch fest after our near-death experience."

"Yeah. And, she ran away. Again. I blame you, by the way."

Iggy smirked. "My bad."

"It was your bad."

"She is jealous though. You can at least admit to that."

"I think she is. She has no right to be, I mean, she can't keep pushing me away and then expect me not to...."

"To what? Flirt? Try to score?" Iggy suggested.

"Max would call you a pig right about now."

Iggy nodded. "She would."

"I just want her to either say she doesn't want me and leave it at that or admit that she does want me."

"This is Max, dude. She's not good with emotions. None of us our. Except for me and you. After all, we do bare our souls to each other during these conversations."

"Shut up, Iggy."

"I can feel the love."

Fang wished for the hundredth time Iggy could see the death glare he sent his way.

"Back to my point, Max isn't used to this. For a long time, you guys were just friends. She has no one to talk to about it."

"You might be right." Fang admitted quietly.

"I know I am."

"I suppose she could always try to talk to Nudge. Or Angel. Or even, Ella."

"Ella?" Iggy asked, trying not to sound overly interested. "How could Max talk to Ella while we're all the way in Antarctica?"

"Letters. Email. You never know. I mean, I'm sure her email address is saved on my computer. That I keep under my bed. That anyone could have access to."

At that moment, Iggy cleared his throat. "I have to go find Gazzy. We need to talk....about a bomb."

"Right." Fang grinned as Iggy walked away. "A bomb."

AN- Again, sorry for the shortness of this one, guys. Unlike The Final Warning, MAX was full of Faxness. So, look forward to more and hopefully longer chaps from that book!