The Disbanded: Divided We Stand – Chapter 66

By MyNameIsCAL

-Angel's POV-

Fang returned home a few days later, and I knew that was for the better, even though the doctor had suggested he should stay. Today, they would be hit by another blow. One that I wished I could have stopped, but I knew that there was no way to stop it.

"No, Fang, sit!" Max said, exasperated. "I know, you're probably fine, but it would make me feel a whole lot better if you just sat and relaxed, okay? I'll get you water, just sit."

Fang held up his hands and limped towards the couch, sitting down.

Iggy came down the stairs, grabbing a soda, and sat on the couch next to Fang.

"Whoa, hey, you're home!" Iggy laughed, elbowing Fang.

Fang looked annoyed, moving a few inches away from him.

"Well, guess what guys," Iggy said, chugging half of his soda.

"What?" Fang grumbled.

He had a grin stretched across his face now. "Ella and I are going to be parents."

Fang went wide eyed. "What?"

"You heard me right," Iggy said, elbowing Fang again. "You're gonna be an uncle!"

But Fang, I knew he wasn't stupid.

"Iggy, is that why you two were in such a rush to get married?"

Iggy's smile was wiped from his face. "What does that matter?"

But Fang, somehow gracious with what he had to say, "It doesn't, I was just wondering."

The celebration would be short lived, in more ways than one, about Iggy and Ella's baby on the way. That wasn't the blow I was talking about. What was going to hit them was now only a few hours away.


-Fang's POV-

I was exhausted. Coming home to Iggy announcing his news had been, well, tiring because that got the entire house all riled up. Ted and Cal had even come over for dinner. They were all gone now and I sat in the kitchen alone, waiting for Max to come help me to the bedroom.

"Oh, sorry to keep you waiting," she muttered, taking my arm and putting it around her shoulders. "I got caught up talking to Cal and Ted before they left. They're still apologizing about you having your heart attack."

I tried to support some of my own weight. "I'm alright. It's not the end of the world."

Just as we reached the bedroom, the phone rang. She left me on the bed, rushing to go pick it up. I slid my shoes and socks off, pulling off my shirt and pulling on a t-shirt she had left out for me.

It took a long time for Max to come back into the room. When she did, she was in tears.

"Eli is dead," she said in a whisper, like if she said it too loud, we too would be hurt.

She cried herself to sleep, sobbing into my chest.


-Angel's POV-

Mike was too selfish and had too much pride to admit he was the reason that Eli killed himself. And there was no guilt as I read his thoughts. We attended the wake and the funeral, watching Eli's casket get lowered next to his father's, a man who could have been saved if only Ramirez had been stopped. And then again, if Ramirez had been stopped, we would have all been saved from getting hurt.

As I watched Mike watch the coffin go down tearlessly, I knew that someday, this would be the reason Mike would make his way up in the FBI. Unlike Mike, Eli, maybe in another lifetime, would have been great as part of our family.

"C'mon, let's go," Fang muttered, putting his arm around Max. "Do you want to stop somewhere to get food before we go home?"

Max nodded, trying to hold back her tears. I followed them in silence. Someday, I would tell them that I knew everything that was going to happen. Someday.


A short chapter before the end. Thanks for reading.