(A/N: W00t! Over 3000 total hits! And to celebrate, here's another chapter. I hope you're wondering what the dream is! BTW, alot of this chapter was inspired by The Giver, In which memories are transfered as well.)

Fang POV

Previously on avatar—wait…not avatar…Unrestricted!

And the dream I had felt…almost real…I felt…alive…

"Max, you can change your mind," I said, soothingly.

"I don't know how!" She admitted furiously. This was it. My big chance.

She drooped into an unconfident position on the cave floor. I silently walked over to her.

I stoked her hair. She stopped breathing for a second. Oh, god! I thought. But I persisted. I stroked her hair gently again, my hand moving to her back.

She looked up.

"What the heck are you doing?" She asked.

"Helping you change your mind." I said, leaning in.

I Tilted her chin up, and kissed her. It was blissful oblivion. After all we'd been through, I was truly happy.

I woke up suddenly. I remembered my dream. It felt real…and…good? I knew we got our memories wiped, but this seemed a bit exaggerated. But something was coming back to me. Something I'd never felt before. Love.

Could it really be 'coming back to me'? I just didn't know. But that feeling wasn't old and nonexistent. It was real. Now. But I didn't think Max had that yet. I needed to do something to get her to remember love…but nothing else…I was remembering more than she was by now…realizing what I had been thinking when I thought 'all we'd been through.' It was all coming back. Our whole history.

But I wasn't going to let history ruin our relationship.

Just as soon as I recover, I'll make Max remember love.

But she has to come check on me, right? I'll just remind her of some times we had and when our love was shared.

She was coming back! I opened my eyes, and looked at her. I sat up.

"Hey Max," I said.

"Yeah?" She said, sitting down next to me.

"Do you remember Ari?" I asked. This would lead to the beach scene.

"Well, it sounds familiar."

"He was an eraser. Do you remember erasers? Big, mean, half-dogs that tried to eat us?"

"You know what? I think I do! Yeah! Ari!"

"Do you remember any experiences fighting with him?"

"Um…Kind of…"

"Any one in particular?"

"Well…I don't think so…"

"Any at beaches?"

"Yeah…" She chuckled. "Yeah! You got your sorry little butt kicked!" She mused.

"And then afterwards?"

"Well," She pondered it for a moment. Then, with an ephemeral look of surprise, which quickly turned invisible as she looked away, blushing. "Yes…" She muttered.

I chuckled and lay back down again and closed my eyes, yet did not go to sleep.

"What? Is that it? No more embarrassing memories?"

"Do you want more?" I asked, opening one eye and peering at her.

"Do you have more?" She asked.

"Oh, I have plenty. Some will make you tick. Others will embarrass you."

"Oh, really? Like what?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Old ones or more recent?"

"Old."

"Embarrassing or gut-wrenching?"

"Oh, do I have to choose? Fine. Surprise me."

"The red-haired wonder."

"What?" She said, with a questioning look on her face. Then she tried to think. Tried to remember. Then her face turned to anger, turned red. She began to sweat.

"Okay. Get a grip. God, what are you doing?" She said, her face now scared.

"No, calm down, calm down." She said, breathing raggedly.

"Okay. Just calm down. So he kissed someone. Big deal. Why should I even care anyway? Why should I even care if he kissed every girl in this school?"

Then, her face drained of redness, then of all color, as she fainted.

I thought for awhile. Is that how I made her feel? I feel sorry. But…almost…happy. If that made her jealous, then there might be hope for me yet!

Then, a few seconds later, she woke up again.

"I guess that was a gut-wrenching one." She mumbled.

"Want an embarrassing one? Or a happy one?"

"Oh, God! HAPPY! PLEASE!"

"The Wendy K. flying. You and me." I said, giving her riddles.

"Hmm…" She said, thoughtfully. Her face tweaked into a small smile, then into the same determined face of the 'calm down' part of the gut-wrenching memory.

"So? How was it?" I asked, beaming.

"It was…nice…for a moment. Then I was…confused…I ran away…" She said, still remembering.

"You have a habit of doing that…" I murmured. Would I ever kiss her more than once?

This would be harder than I thought…

(A/N: Just for an added cliffie, here's a summary of chapter 4!)

Fang is well on his way to recovering. But his quest to make Max love him as he loves her is being burdened. With the good memories of love, came the bad memories of awkwardness. If she gets much more, will they be restricted? What will happen the rest of the flock? Well I still have to come up with that, so wait until tomorrow.