The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 16

By MyNameIsCAB

---Fang's POV---

Ted pulled me onto my bed.

"Fang, are you sure you're all right?" Messina asked me.

I looked at my heart rate monitor, it was almost down to 100. "Yea, I'm fine."

"So what do you want me to do?" Ted asked.

Looking up at Ted, I sighed.

"I mean, you want me to let her back in or what? I mean, she did beat you up. Look at yourself, you're a mess," Ted explained.

My head was spinning as I tried to sit up, and Ted put a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you want me to talk to her first?" Ted went on.

"Yea…You can let her back too," I answered.

Ted nodded. "You sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure," I muttered.

I watched Ted leave and closed my eyes. Somehow, I knew that Max didn't really mean to hurt me. Because if I were her….

I'd me angry at me too.


---Max's POV---

I leaned against the wall outside the room I was supposed to be sharing with Fang. The door opened and Messina stepped out.

"Max, what…What the hell were you doing…thinking?" Messina never said stuff like that.

"I…I…I don't know," I stuttered.

Messina stared at me.

"Did…Did you see…"

Messina finished for me. "Those scars. Yes, I did Max."

I shook my head and turned away from Messina. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me back to face him.

"Max! I know you're angry at him," Messina said. "But beating him up was not the right choice!"

I looked up at Messina. "I know, Ted. I didn't mean to…to do that."

"I know you didn't," Messina let go of me. "But you go back in there and you apologize. I don't care what he did, but he's not doing it anymore. Max…"

"Messina, why do you care so much about what happens to me and Fang?" I asked.

"Because I…I never had a real family growing up, Max," Messina replied as he turned towards his door. "And Max, you make up for that along with Fang now."

And then Messina was gone, into his room. I stood there for a moment, still staring at his door before I finally went into my own room to face Fang.

I lay down in bed next to Fang. I thought he was asleep, but he wasn't.

"Max…" he murmured.

"Fang…I'm sorry," I told him, pulling the blankets over us.

"Max…I should have told you," he said, his eyes still closed.

I shook my head. "I overreacted…I shouldn't have done that to you."

He didn't say anything for a moment. When he did speak, his voice was hoarse. "Then let's forget this ever happened."

"Wha…" for some reason I was crying.

"Max, why are you crying?" But Fang didn't sound angry.

I didn't reply.

His arm slipped around me. "Max, do you think I'm gonna let this break us apart?"

I shook my head into his shoulder.

"Remember when I told you that there will always be a me and you?" he asked. "Well, there still is."

I didn't know why he was being so forgiving because usually he wasn't, or he didn't like to admit forgiveness that easily. And I didn't understand why he could be so comforting after I had just almost killed him.

And he even let me fall asleep, close to him like that.


I listened to Max's breathing, so soft and smooth unlike mine. No, I wasn't angry at her. Pushing her away was the last thing I was going to do. If she had done this to me in some other life, I might have hit her back, but right now, I just needed to know that we weren't going to let things get between us anymore.

But I guess when life gets tough, you hold onto the things that complete you. So I guess right now, all I've got, is Max. Not only do I want her….

But I need her.