Okay, I felt kind of bad leaving it at that guys, so I decided to add a little bit more to calm everyone down X-]

Chapter 14 – Max and Fang and Max

"Hahahahahahahahaha! The look on your face was hilarious!"

What?

"This isn't our baby Max, but it is yours."

I stood there, not sure what to do with myself. I'm so lost it's unbelievable.

"Max, for the past decade Father has been continuing with a Mutant Expansion Program, MEP. Meaning that he's been going out of his way to use those other companies – such as the School, Itex, and the rest you've run into – to capture mutants; then take some sample sex cells from each. Basically making test tube babies and making the Mutant race grow. All the children in the nursery there are products of our research. Do you remember the last time you and the Flock were captured by the school all those years ago?"

I nodded weakly.

"When they took your dog away, and told you nothing had happened and you'd been in the school the whole time?"

My eyes widened in horror, you mean they...

"That was when they'd taken an egg from you, when you were still unconscious. They'd planned to install fake memories in your head to make you believe you'd fallen in love with and slept with the father of the child, before planting the fertilised egg back into your womb. You guys were too smart though, they didn't get the chance to, and then you disappeared to England. Your egg remained frozen only until some months ago; but because Father had a hunch he'd see you soon he defrosted them. These twins are two weeks old."

Wait... TWINS?

"Come see for yourself." My mind was numb. I had kids? Twins? The School had taken an egg from inside me? I shuddered at the thought. I slowly wandered over to him, to see the baby boy in his arms begin to move and open his eyes. His hair was bleach blond and his eyes were dark brown, just like mine were when I was younger; our facial features looked way too similar for this to be some kind of sick joke. As I watched him his face quickly turned to one of a child about to cry, and before I knew what he was doing Dylan had placed the boy in my arms.

He immediately stopped, and snuggled into my chest as if he was about to fall asleep again. As I looked at his face I felt a tug at my heart and there was no way I could deny it. This was my child. I walked past him to the cot and looked down to find a little girl staring right back at me. They weren't identical twins, this girls dark brown (almost black) hair was slightly curled like mine. Matching dark brown eyes watched me curiously, and I reached my hand down into the cot. Her tiny fingers grabbed mine immediately and she smiled, causing me to laugh quietly as I noticed she had no teeth. My heart swelled even more than I thought it could, and the idea finally began to set in my head. I'm a mother... of two for that fact.

"What are they called?" I asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"You're their mother, you decide."

"Who's older?" I asked again as I reached down to gently pick up my baby girl, so both of them were now in my arms.

"Well, I guess the boy matured first." I fell silent again, just happy watching them... but then something finally clicked.

"Dylan, what do you have to do with me and my children?" He turned away, refusing to look at me. "Dylan, who's their father?" He continued to ignore me, and this irritated me; but also made me worry quite a bit.

But even more importantly...

Why do my daughter's dark eyes look so familiar?

-----Fang-----

"You're telling me that Max was sold?"

"That's the information we recovered from Japan." I said quietly, trying to hide my anger. "Which is why we need to head to Russia to interrogate Brigid."

"You want me to let you guys go to Russia"

"We were going to go there anyway, and just like in Japan, we still got our job done and found out about Max." Breathe Fang, I heard Angel's voice chime in my head.

"Fang, as President of the company our first priority is to get the job done. We don't want you to be side tracked by what may be a wild goose chase."

"As part of this Flock our first priority is to find Max. How can we do the job properly if our leader is missing? It's not a wild goose chase because Angel guaranteed us he wasn't lying. I believe her. And if you want it done that badly there are other Mutants working for you." I spoke as clearly as I could whilst grinding my teeth together; the conversation was taking too much time.

"You were chosen for this job because you guys are the most capable for it."

"And the one most capable out of all of us is Max" I countered,

"Max made that sacrifice so you guys could finish the mission, don't you think it would be in vain if you guys just walked right into the hands of whoever took her?"

"..." I couldn't reply, but changed the subject quickly. "What kind of example are you setting, abandoning someone who's worked for and helped you so long? You think that's going to make other people more willing to work for you?" This time he was the one who fell silent.

"Fang, you do realise that I'm the one who has to answer to the President of the United States if anything goes wrong."

"Nothing will go wrong. And if anything does I'll take full responsibility." He was quiet for a couple of unbearable minutes before he finally replied.

"Very well, you have my consent. Your mission is being edited officially now to both close down these bases as well as find Max. Now go, before I changed my mind!"

I grinned and quickly thanked him before turning to go to the rest of the Flock – who had heard everything thanks to Angel.

"Okay guys, we need some R&R before we head over to Russia. What do you guys want to eat?" I beamed at them.

-----Max-----

"Do you honestly think that if you stay quiet long enough I'll give up on you answering me?"

Dylan sighed, but said nothing, grinding on my nerves that little bit more.

We were now back in my room – which had been changed while I was gone by the look of things. Next to my bed was now a strangely made portable cot, which was high enough to have the top level with my bed but the bottom a good few feet of the ground. There was also now a huge HD flat screen TV on the wall, and a gigantic toy box beneath it. Half of my room was turned into a baby section, equipped with baby bath, changing table... well, everything you need I guess. It even had a specially made microwave to heat up their milk. The only way I could tell it was the same room I'd slept in earlier was because of the state of the blanket on the bed.

So now, here I am, with my babies – still weird saying that – balanced on my lap, watching Timmy Time on Cbeebies. Dylan hasn't left our side since, but he hasn't talked to me either. I glanced up at him and noticed he was leaning on the far wall.

"You know, as much as I may threaten to kill you for not saying anything, if you sit on the bed I'm not gonna do anything with the kids here." He smiled, before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. I really don't know what to think of this guy, he's nice enough but there's something about him which truthfully kind of worries me. "Are you schizophrenic by any chance?" He burst out into laughter at my genuine question.

"Well, my brothers think so."

"So you have brothers?" He frowned slightly,

"Sadly, two."

"Older or younger?" it was nice to see him opening up a little.

"Apparently older" I laughed and he chuckled with me. I like this – not the whole kidnapping thing and not telling me anything – but maybe, if we end up being friends, then he may just help me out... Maybe.

Still, as I laughed and joked with this new found friend (ally? enemy? who knows) I could hear another voice chime at the back of my mind.

Who really is the father to these kids?

Hope that's okay for you guys =]