Attention: I couldn't find an appropriate word to rhyme with smog, so the chapter title is totally stupid. sorry.
Heey all!
I got a couple requests for Fangs POV, so decided to recap a bit.
Also, I'm suffering from a bit of writer's block so I figured going over what I've already posted would keep my readers happy while I get past my freaking annoying lack of creativity. K, here it is:
Flashback to Chapter…14. Starry skies and smog.
Fang POV:
After I knocked out the jerk we kidnapped, after he tried to blow up an entire auditorium of people, Max started to put the rest of the flock to sleep. The sun was going down quickly, so I went out to the mouth of the cave to keep watch. Despite the macho front I put up when I offered to take the first watch, I was exhausted. So much went on today, I wanted more than anything to relax and stare at Max, being all motherly and strong, just as she had been before the flock was separated. ..Did I seriously just think that?...As I was in the middle of reminiscing, soft footsteps echoed behind me, and I looked up to see Max sit gracefully beside me. "Hi," she greeted me as she let her legs flail over the edge of the cliff. "Hey," I answered, wrapping an arm around her waist to make sure she didn't fall (At least that was the excuse I would use if she asked me what the hell I was doing.) She looked up at the sky with a look of awe, and I decided to tell her what I was thinking, as to avoid the awkwardness between us that might follow. "I'm sorry," I said, and she looked down and matched my gaze with a look of confusion. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, and the idea that I could fog her mind made me want to smile, she asked "Sorry for what?" I looked into her magnificent chocolate brown eyes (A/N Notice I said brown, not green (;) for what seemed like forever, willing her to understand my inner conflict.
I reluctantly pulled my eyes from hers, and explained all I could without screaming in frustration. It was just the fact that I was yet again causing her stress. Before we found her in New York, she had been perfectly safe and highly successful. Granted the success part of our separation was to be expected of someone as amazing as Max, but back with me, with the flock, she's back to running and hiding and scrounging for food. I could only imagine how this situation must feel for her after living like a pop star for so long; the contrast is excruciating. "You're wrong." She said before I could say anything more. She looked at me again, seeming to struggle with what to say, then deliberately contradicted me; saying what happened earlier that day was an accident waiting to happen, and it would have eventually, but if it weren't for the rest of us being there she would have wound up dead for real. Now, as she said, thanks to me she was alive and "better than I've been in a long time." She smiled as she said the last of her assurance, and hugged me, when I was overcome with such happiness and relief that I couldn't let her go. "Me too," I said, and kissed her gently.
She responded almost immediately, tangling her hands in my hair as I pulled her closer. Too soon I pulled away to take a breath, and smiled. She kissed me once more before laying her head on my chest, and I willingly held her in a warm embrace. "You should sleep." I said some time later, when I noticed her eyes drooping out of exhaustion. Pulling me up with her, "You too," she insisted, as stubborn as ever and apparently determined not to seem weaker than I. I walked over to an open space on the cave floor, close enough to hear if anyone woke up, and laid down as I indulgently watched Max wake up Iggy for his watch. She began to walk over to where I lay, still watching her, and she smirked smugly as she rested beside me. As she lay down, she scooted over to rest her head on my chest, and I put my hand around her waist gently. "GooNight, Fang," She said groggily, making me smile at her slurring of the words. "Night, Max." I answered, and she fell asleep almost instantly. I, however, had some trouble falling asleep. It was like a sixth sense was telling me that something wasn't right. I wrote it off as the unease of being somewhere new, and finally fell asleep some time later with the joyful knowledge of Max asleep in my arms.
Aw! So sweet! I love me some Fax…
So I am as eager as you are to post the next chapter. It should be pretty interesting to see Fang's take on waking up in the bed of the truck. However, I can't post until I get another five reviews. And if that doesn't happen before the 14th, then expect at least two weeks before any new updates (I'm going straight from camp to visit Washington D.C for a week)
So your quick response is as much appreciated by me as it will be…well…you, I guess. Haha.
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-Bergatron