A/N: I forgot to put one of these in last chapter. Hm.

Anyway, hi, I'm Splat! I'd really love you to review this, because it's one-of-a-kind (I haven't seen any other MR/HoN crossovers) and I don't really know how it should be done.

I have a rough plotline in my head, but mostly I'm making up the whole thing as I go along, so any ideas or criticisms would be greatly appreciated.

It's only been a couple of days since I uploaded the first chapter, but I'd like to thank turquoiseflame, Schizophrenic Muffin [awesome name btw] and PhoebRose because despite the fact I've had 15 hits, they are the ONLY ONES THAT REVIEWED! Anonymous reviews are enabled: you have no excuse, people!

*clears throat*


I mean, um, please?

Anyhoo, enjoy.

"What? Are you kidding?" I heard Fang's surprised voice above me. Dr. Martinez replied in a tone that made me worried: it was sad. I tried to open my eyes but the light was too bright and it felt like a white hot knife was stabbing me repeatedly in the forehead. Ouch.

"Unfortunately, no. She has to move into the House of Night or she will die slowly and painfully." I sneezed, and it was then I felt the phlegm in my throat, the congestion in my nose and the ache in my stomach. I felt crap. Was this the start of my apparently slow, painful death? I hoped not.

"What kind of messed up logic is this? There…there must be someway around it! We can't lose Max!" Fang said, sounding extremely stressed and worried. I lay there motionless, fearful that if he knew I was awake he wouldn't get all his emotions out – and it was important for him to.

"I'm…so sorry." Mom said, her voice breaking and I knew tears were rolling down her cheeks. I felt a sense of guilt deep in the pit of my stomach: I was doing this to them. I was causing them this pain.

Then suddenly, my guilt turned into anger and I sat up, surprising both Dr. Martinez and Fang.

Are you there God? Because if so I'd like to have a word with you. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? What's the big idea, huh? Why did you feel the need to choose ME to have wings and tortured by scientists for the first eleven years of my life? Why was it ME that was created to save the world? And why the hell was it ME that was Marked?!

"Are you o-?" Fang started to ask, but recognized the look on my face and shut his mouth.

Dr. Martinez also seemed to recognize the look, because she subtly said: "Fang, why don't you take the kids out for ice cream? My treat."

Fang nodded, accepted the money from Dr. M and left, shooting one last worried glance at me.

Oh, and God, if you're still there, I HATE YOU!

"Max, I'm going to leave you to your thoughts for a while, but if you have any questions or anything I'll be in the next room, okay?"

I didn't answer, because I was too consumed by anger. I was in Mom's study, where every day she looked for ways to make our lives a little easier. And, you know, she did all her vet work. Her desk was piled high with papers, and I had a sudden urge to sweep them all off the table. I stood up, and hit the papers side on as hard as I could, and was rewarded with the chaos of the sheets falling to the floor.

But, unfortunately, that one random act of violence opened the Emotion Gates, and the anger powered me through the office, knocking books, breaking tables, just randomly screaming war cries.

Of course, all this fuss alerted Mom from the other room and she stood in the doorway, watching me destroy her office like a tornado with a single droplet rolling down her cheek.

I was angry at the world for everything it'd done – creating me, making me lead such a hard life, not letting me settle down but instead come BACK to torture me some more with this whole 'vampyre' thing. I hit, I kicked, I destroyed everything in my path until the study was nothing more than a room full of broken objects. It was then I made the big mistake – I launched myself, foot first, at the wall and not only did I penetrate the crumbling plaster, but I also made my foot hurt. A LOT.

I broke down in tears just then, ripping my foot out of the wall which made it hurt even more and collapsing in the corner. I tucked my knees to my chin and sobbed my heart out, soaking my jeans within seconds.

Mom obviously didn't know what to do with a broken teenager, but she did try to fix one part of me – my foot. But as soon as she touched it, a shockwave of pain washed through it and I twisted away from her, burying my face in my jeans again and bawling as if there were no tomorrow.

She drew away from me, and left the room.

And I cried my poor little heart out at my doomed future.

Fang's POV

I opened the front door with the key Dr. M had copied me, and dropped it in the flowerpot by the door, where we kept all our keys.

"That was such a nice ice cream! I loved all the little chocolate drops and the chocolate sauce-" Nudge started to babble, but I was completely oblivious to it – at the moment all I cared about was whether Max was okay.

And it was then I spotted Dr. M's silent figure sitting on the couch, back rigid and muscles tense.

"Um, guys? Why don't you go outside and have a waterfight?" I asked, and Angel and Iggy grinned whilst Nudge and Gazzy slapped high fives. They all ran outside, and I heard screams of joy within seconds.

"Doctor Martinez? Are you okay? Where's Max?" I asked her, but she didn't make eye contact. There were tear marks streaking her face, and her mouth was twisted into an unattractive frown. "Dr. M?"

She looked up at me then, her watery eyes searching my face for an answer.

"I don't know what to do," she rasped, and I felt a pang of pity for her. She'd done such a good job with Ella, and then we'd sprung Max on her – a problem child if there was one. I mean, she had wings. "She's my own daughter, and I have no clue what to do."

Usually, being a saint and everything, I would go and comfort her. But she could wait – there was someone in need of comforting more.

"Where is she?" I asked, and Dr. M raised a single, shaking finger and pointed at the study. I walked across the living room and laid a single hand on the brass handle. One twist, and I would find the creature that managed to destroy Dr. Martinez, the second strongest person I had ever met.

One twist, and I would find Max.

That sealed the deal for me, and I opened the door and went in.

Max POV

I was still curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, and my face was still buried in my jeans – I didn't want to see the damaged I'd caused to Mom's office – I mean, this place was her life – and I didn't want the awful guilt yet.

The anger seemed to have gone (turns out hitting and kicking inanimate objects is a pretty good way of releasing your emotions) but I was still miserable, and every time I thought about leaving the Flock it brought on a fresh new wave of tears.

I heard a creak, then a click as the door swung shut. Someone had entered the room. And from the hairs on the back of my neck pricking up, I could only assume my visitor was Fang.

He sat down neck to me, and for a moment we were just silent. But as I accidentally brushed his arm I felt myself craving his touch, so I flung both my arms around him and wept into his shirt.

He held me in a comforting embrace, and I didn't want to let go. Ever.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but I must have fallen asleep at one point because when I next opened my eyes I was in my own bed, tucked up like a child. I sat up, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Fang sat in my armchair, watching me carefully with his dark eyes.

"You talk in your sleep when you're troubled." he stated, and I went red. What had I been saying?

"Yeah, I must have been worse than Nudge last night then."

We stayed in silence for a minute, Fang still watching me and me fiddling with my fingers, unable to meet his gaze.

"So what happened then?" Fang asked softly, and I sighed. He'd seen the damage to the study, obviously, and he'd realized just how mental I was.

"I don't know." I said, and it was another while before I spoke again. "I guess…I guess I'm just sick of it, you know? All the drama in our lives…I wish it could all been different."

Fang stayed silent for the most part, but I could swear I hear a whisper of "don't we all" under his breath.

"I mean, first the wings, then saving the world, and now THIS?" I said, jabbing a finger at my forehead as I said the last word. "Are they ever going to leave me alone?"

"No, probably not."

"You know what? Never mind. I thought you came in here to comfort me, but obviously you aren't very good at it. You'll probably just end up making it worse."

I ran my fingers through my hair, and walked over to the door – but Fang was in the way. He grabbed my wrist and spun me to face him, and it was then I noticed the small smile playing on his lips.

"They aren't going to leave you alone, Max, because you're so special. All this stuff that's happened to you, you've made it through and you're still standing strong. I don't know anyone else who would've been able to do that. We – as a flock – managed to live with the wings, we saved the world, we worked through all of that! And now -" he said, brushing some hair out of my eyes and looking into them deeply. "-we are going to work through this."

"Thanks," I breathed, thinking about how close Fang was to me. He pressed his forehead to mine, and our noses touched for a couple of seconds until I tilted my head up and locked my lips with his, unable to bear it anymore.

A/N: Aww, we always like those FAXy moments. I'd just like to say to everyone that they needn't worry about the Flock going out of the picture once Max is at the House of Night: although she is socializing with the vampyres by night, by day [or early morning] she's meeting up with the Flock [including Fang! Whoooo!].

Remember: review! And suggest anything you want in this story.