Hey, I am sooo glad you liked my story. I was litterally skiping around. Yes, I know I am crazy. Anyway heres chapter 2. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own maximum ride :P James Patterson does.

Fang's P.O.V.

I stared out of the entrance of the cave while my new flock slept. Apparently, I'm supposed to lead one to help Max save the world. Max... I miss her so much. After I left the flock I headed here, to our meeting place. It took all my will power to leave the flock. I know I did it to protect them, but that doesn't make staying away any easier. I am so tempted to go back and beg for forgiveness. No, I won't go back, I can't. If I do I will just end up leaving again, and hurt them even more. Sighing, I jump off the ledge, snap out my wings, and go for a flight to clear my head.

Dylan's P.O.V.

I flew in circles over the house preparing to land. I have been practicing my flying everyday now. Nudge's yelling broke through my concentration, and I landed too quickly. My feet skidded against the ground and I ended up in a belly flop position lying on top of the roof. I just laid there a second mentally hitting my head against a wall. Finally I sighed and stood up. By the time I went inside and found Nudge, she was in hysterics.

"Nudge what is it? What happened?"

"She... she... Max... knife..."

I would press for more information, but the little she did say was not painting a pretty picture in my brain. Did an Eraser or a Flyboy stab Max? Why would they use a knife? Is Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen back? "Nudge where is she?"

Max's P.O.V.

"Max, killing yourself isn't the answer!"

"Iggy, for the thousandth time I wasn't trying to kill myself." I was trying to save myself.

"I get that your depressed that Fang left," I flinched at the sound of his name, "we all are. He left all of us not just you. He left to make us safe and help save the world. We need both of you for that. Killing yourself could get us all killed, we need you Max. How do you think we would feel when we found your lifeless body rotting in here? We would be devastated. How do you think Fang would feel after he left to protect you and you went ahead and died anyway? On purpose?"

I stood up, "Fang is dead to me. Who freaking cares how he feels? He left. Get it? He left us. He doesn't care about us. He's replacing us with some other mutant freaks," I said emotionlessly, "Now, get out of my-"

The door burst open and Dylan walked in. He looked me up and down and said, "Iggy will you please excuse us? I would like to talk to Max alone." I sat back down on the floor and leaned against the wall. Iggy silently left my room and shut the door. Dylan came over and sat next to me. "Are you okay?"

The look on his face makes me think he deduced what I did, yet he asked if I was okay. Am I okay? He didn't yell. He didn't ask why, or what was I thinking. He just asked if I was okay. For some reason, him saying those three words broke me down like all Iggy's yelling and assumptions couldn't. I stared at him, then did something that surprised even myself. I leaned towards him and kissed him. I pulled away after a second and said, "No, but I'm getting better," then I smiled. I actually smiled. I haven't done that since I read the note.

"Max, I-" I raised my hand and stopped him.

"Thank you Dylan."

I was still smiling by the time he got up and left. Dylan will never be able to replace Fang. He will never be able to fill the gigantic hole Fang left in my heart. I still love Fang, I lied when I said he was dead to me. I will always love Fang. He will always be my soulmate, and yet I found myself able to feel again. Able to be somewhat happy. The emptiness was gone.