A/N: really bored this moment as I should really be revising but I thought this was a better option, so you can have the next chapter now. Thanks again for the reviews!

Disclaimer: (this applies to the last chapter as well to which I forgot to add this.) James Patterson owns Max, the flock and Dr Brigid Dwyer. I own Bernard and Lyndsey...and my plot.

Max POV

After having a wash in that quite frankly TINY sink, and no mirror, so I had to be my best judge, and getting dressed into the clothes they had left which sooo didn't suit me (a huge baggy t-shirt which would soo get in the way when I was flying, which could only be deliberate, and a skirt, a skirt? Now that could only be deliberate, since when did you see someone fly in a skirt?) I had to rip slits into my t-shirt, unsuccessfully for my wings and nearly ended up pulling a sleeve off. So I snuck slowly back into the room, with the hope of silently getting into the horrible sleeping bag, without Fang noticing me, not that I even cared...Either way I failed. When entered the room, he was staring at me, mouth wide open eyes almost as wide...as if that wasn't disconcerting.

"Stop it Fang," I almost growled at him.

"Max...you're...wearing a skirt?"

"Well observed Fang, very well observed, but I think even Angel could have come up with a more comprehensive response that that," I spat back at him (I didn't literally spit).

"Oh come on Max, you know what I mean. You...you actually look really good." I felt myself blush.

"Not as good as Lyndsey does up close like that I'm sure."

"Max...what's that supposed to mean?" His eyes widened and he looked nervous. I so had him here. He didn't have any idea I'd caught him in the act.

"You know exactly what I mean Fang, thought I wouldn't see you did you? Thought you were being all discreet kissing her like that right in front of the lift?"

"Oh crud. Max, that wasn't at all what it looked like...and wait...that bothered you?"

"What else could it possibly be Fang and no," I lied, "That didn't bother me, what bothers me is that you have to do it so publicly and that you didn't bother talking to me, your friend first. So yeah, thanks Fang."

"Wait, Max, you weren't here. You chose to save the flock over me. I didn't think you would even bother coming to look for me. I know I don't matter to you Max, but you matter to me ok?"

"SURE!" I could feel my volume increasing. "I matter to you sooooo much Fang. Even more than your RED-head friends! I care about my flock ok? I care that they get safe...and don't you DARE say I don't care about you! I knew you could take care of yourself! I took Angel to come save you, you know. Do you have ANY idea how I felt when you weren't there? Noooooo. Because you were too busy with your new BEST friends Brigid and Lyndsey and Bernard. You are sooooooo wrapped up in them that you have NO IDEA what they are trying to do here. You have no idea that they have done something to the flock, anything could be happening to them right now, and Mom and Ella. But you don't CARE about that do you Fang? You don't care that we are on a list in their room as TARGETS and that your precious GIRLFRIEND is being used as BAIT, that she's USING you!"

"Max, I'll argue most of that over with you in a minute and point out all the flaws in your reasoning, but..."

"Oh so everything I say is nonsense to you is it Fang?"

"Max, the flock are SAFE, they showed us the tape, they are fine with your Mom AND Ella."

"Oh PLEASE! Don't tell me you've fallen for their trap Fang! You know better than that surely? A paper dated last week? Ella wearing a top she wore that same day? Mom and Ella are still missing! We never found them ok? The house will have been trashed, and it wasn't the flock would have been worried and they were CALM, they would have been looking for clues, they would have been looking for ME, I told them I would meet them there, when the voice told me to come here."

"Umm Max, papers lie around for weeks on end in that house, Ella can wear the same top twice, You're probably over reacting about them going missing, maybe Jeb never took them. You don't know the house was trashed, chances are it wasn't and they probably don't think there's any reason to panic, like I said, you're just over-reacting. I'm sure they aren't worried because they know that you are safe."

"Oh come on Fang! You're soooo wrapped up in what they've told you. They have you completely BRAINWASHED! My flock would care if I wasn't there, you didn't see the looks on their faces when they found out you were gone, and again when I told them that I was leaving them for a bit. AND I'M NOT OVER-REACTING, open your eyes!" I hadn't even realised that by now hot tears were flooding my cheeks. This wasn't a normal argument with Fang, what had happened? He used to understand me, to be my right-wing man. What had they done to him?

Fang just looked at me, shook his head in disbelief and slammed the door to the bathroom, locking himself inside. Wow! That hurt, genuinely really hurt, deep inside me it felt like I was being torn apart. I got into my sleeping bag, pulled my head inside and cried. I don't cry. I'm not the type of person to cry. This wasn't a normal situation though. Me and Fang didn't just fight like this.

A/N: Ok, so this chapter was really fun to write when Max was yelling, but now I almost think I can feel her pain. How dare Fang. What's going to happen next? Do you want this feud to go on longer, or do you want them to kiss and make up already? Review me and tell me what you feel, though I have a pretty good idea what should happen next, I want to know if that's what you want as well.