Summary: A series of some clichéd, some normal, oneshots. Plenty of FAX and EGGY to go around – you can't spell cliché without FAX. Okay, you can, but you get my point.
Rating: T
A/N: Again, this is a clichéd, c-l-i-c-h-é-d drabble. If you're allergic, don't read it.
Yesterday my mom asked me what year it was. I worry about her…
Disclaimer: If I was JP, I would buy myself a little villa in Greenwich, England and sip Earl Grey tea all day just so that when a friend called to see what I was doing I could say, "Me? Oh, just sitting in my English cottage sipping tea. How are you?"
However, I am currently sitting in my living room somewhere in the expansive US, and thus you can conclude: I am not JP.
Chapter Two: Empty
"My wings… they're gone."
There was a shocked silence.
"G-gone?" Nudge whispered, "How can they be gone?"
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "The-they removed them." I muttered.
Gazzy let out a strangled laugh. "You're just joking, right Max? You've got to be joking!"
Tears gathered in my eyes. "No Gaz, I'm not."
Angel started to cry soundlessly, and Iggy came up behind me and put his hands on my back. A second later he jerked them back as though they had been scalded.
"There's nothing there!" he gasped. I was too miserable to respond. My eyes flitted to the person I was most worried about – the only one who hadn't reacted. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving.
"Fang?" I whispered.
"Show me."
My eyes widened.
"What?" Nudge cried.
"Show me," he repeated. Nudge opened began to protest, but I clapped a hand over her mouth.
"It's okay. All you turn around."
"Max, you don't have to do this," Nudge said. I just shook my head.
She was wrong.
I did have to do this.
I pulled my shirt off and grabbed a blanket for cover. Once I was sure it was secure around me with nothing showing, I said "Okay," and everyone turned around.
Nudge gasped, and was for once speechless.
Gazzy's eyes popped out, and Angel let out a faint cry and ran from the room. I felt Iggy's hands again and tensed.
"Wow…" he breathed, "It's so… empty! Blank!"
I knew what they were seeing – faint red marks where my wings had been and deep indents on each side of my spine where they fit up against my back.
Fang spoke, his voice flat, emotionless. "Put your shirt on."
Wordlessly, I pulled it back over my head.
I heard Fang's footsteps fade away. And then…nothing.
I didn't have my wings. I didn't have Fang. It's over… I thought, and sank to the floor.
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A/N: Okay, I know that this one was a bit OOC, but it fit the clichéd theme quite well. And I know it's kinda short, but I drew the picture before I wrote the story…
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