Leftover Alphabet Soup
A/N: I left myself exactly 15 minutes to write this. So I'm sorry if it's horrible. Now, onto some Max/Fang fluff, cuz we haven't had it in a while and we're overdue.
Disclaimer: Urghhhhhhhhh…I am James Patterson, a reanimated corpse. I will eat your brains!!!!
Y is for: Yo
By Akira43
After Jeb left, and once we finally admitted to ourselves that he wasn't going to ever come back, we all had a pretty rough time. But I had to shove the part of myself that just wanted to curl up and cry into a small corner in the back of my mind so I could step up and take care of the flock.
During the day, I think I held it together pretty well. With Iggy's help, we made sure that everyone had 3 square meals a day. Fang and Nudge helped do the laundry. Gazzy would stay with Angel at night until they both finally fell asleep.
But it was at night that it was the hardest to keep myself pulled together.
At night, when it was dark outside, and everything was quiet, I couldn't help but start thinking. And when I started thinking, I thought about how I had ended up where I was. How we came to be living in this house. How we met Jeb. Why we met Jeb. And the horrible torture chamber we had come from.
And I cried.
Sometimes, when I was crying, Fang would come and knock on my door. He would knock softly, poke his head around the door, and say "Yo." Then, he'd come and sit beside me on my bed, and let me cry into his shoulder.
No other words were needed.
Just "Yo."
A/N: That was a shortened and much-improved version of a fic I started eons ago and never finished. The original included lots of dialogue, but I like this version much, much better.
Thank you Ninja C for giving me the last sliver I needed to change this from an idea into a story.
Next up: Ninja C herself, with Z is for Zephyr.