[A/N] Oh gosh, so training for work has been crazy. Sorry it took me so long to write this one up, I literally have no idea where this story is going o.o But yes, I think I may have to stick to that once a week update thing. Hmm.

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When I wake, I am alone in the room. There's nobody still in bed, and Fang doesn't seem to be present. Then something moves in the corner of my eye, and my smile grows wider than I ever remember it being. Fang steps from seemingly thin air, and gives me a crooked smile. My stomach does a flip.

"You were out cold," he says, amusement laced in his tone, "They called for breakfast half an hour ago."

I shrug and slip out of bed, my bare feet touching the cold stone floor, "I wasn't feeling hungry anyways."

It's odd to see him in the daylight. His wings peek out from underneath his sweater. The sun rays glinting through the window highlights the purple hue that his wings give off. Fang sees me looking at his wings, and shifts them under his clothing slightly, pulling them closer into his back. I flush, shuffling my feet awkwardly.

"Wh-Why are you still here?" I'm not quite sure why I stutter, but it's too late to take it back, so I just bite my lip and grimace.

Fang lets a tiny smile cross his face as he pulls my lip from between my teeth again. 3 times he's done that now. The happy thought intrudes on my embarrassed state, and I can't help but flush again.

"I'm laying low for a while from the government, so I don't need to do anything else for now," Fang says. I cock my head to the side, remembering that I had wanted to learn more about him, as much as I could anyways.

"What do you do?"

It's a simple question, but Fang looks at me with a question in his eyes. What do you mean? I mentally snicker; some old habits never change.

"Like in the morning, or afternoon, or in the middle of the night, what do you do?"

Fang shrugged nonchalantly, but I could sense the sudden tension in his body. "There are more who escaped from the School and want to get back at them. I'm a part of a group that sabotages and makes life difficult for the School."

I grimace slightly, "Doesn't that mean they'll try to capture you more? Since you're trying to stop them?" My voice is just a whisper. I don't even want to think about the torture that Fang has gone through before. If he actively tries to sabotage the School and gets caught, they might do even worse things to him.

A muscle in his jaw clenches, and Fang is hard as stone, "Someone has to stop them, no matter what it costs."

I reach out and my fingertips brush the back of his hand. The hard look in his eyes is gone, and he tries for a smile. It's enough for me.

"The nun's will have my head if I miss a meal," I mutter, "I guess I can catch you in the attic in an hour or so?" I hope he doesn't have to go anywhere, and am relieved when he nods with a small smile. "See you in a bit," he says.

By the time I get down to dinner, there's almost nobody there. I settle down in my usual place with half a small bowl of cereal and shovel a few spoonfuls into my mouth before declaring myself finished. I sit the almost empty bowl of cereal into the dirty dishes pile, and wander off to find Iggy. The nuns would likely follow me up to the attic if I had just ate and left the dining hall without any reason to.

I find him leaning against one of the walls, eyes closed and head tilted upwards. "Hey Max," he smiles as I approach. I freeze in surprise, "There's no surprising you, is there?" I mutter as I lean against the wall next to him.

He chuckles, "I could smell you coming," he says simply, amusement clear in his voice. I just grumble and roll my eyes.

"So I take it you and your boyfriend have made up?" he jokes. I shrug, "He's not my boyfriend, and we were never fighting." Iggy looks down in my direction with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, "Max, you guys are obvi-"

I cut him off. I'm not sure I need to hear what Fang and I are obviously doing. "Iggy, will you walk with me to the attic?"

He gawks at me, which is quite comical considering he can't see me, but I get the general idea, "What on earth do you want me to go to the attic for? To chaperone?"

I wince a little at his choice in words, "It's more so that the nuns don't come with me instead." He lets up on that, and waits for me to take his arm as a show of guidance before starting to walk in the direction of the attic.

Fang's outside, feet dangling off the railing of the balcony, when we step into the attic. "I'll wait for you here," Iggy grins before shooing me off, "Don't make too much noise," he winks and I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. I open the door to the balcony and Fang turns.

"That's dangerous, you know," I let a small smile onto my face as I nod at his position on the railing, "One push and you could go flying."

Fang chuckles quietly, "Literally," he agrees. I lean on the barrier and look into the sky, "I'd like to watch one day, if you'd let me," I say quietly.

I hear him chuckle and see him shrug lightly, "Maybe." It's better than a 'no', so I just smile my small smile.

We stand there next to each other for two hours, at least that's what his worn-out watch says as I take a glimpse of it.

"I should get back inside; Iggy's probably tired of waiting for me," I mutter, and turn to look back. I freeze and frown a little. The attic was empty. Iggy wouldn't leave me alone like that without telling me beforehand. He told me he's wait. There was no way he'd leave without saying so.

Fang feels my tension and turns with me. He cocks his head in confusion. What's wrong? I shake my head slowly, "Iggy's not there." His frown deepens and he just watches me, as though waiting for an explanation.

"He would've told me if he was going to leave. Before I came out here, he told me himself that he would wait for me to finish. Iggy's not the type of person to disappear on me," I mumble.

Fang has a blank look on his face, like his mind is lagging, so I just shrug and open the door to the attic.

That's my first mistake.

"Iggy?" I call out. Nothing. I walk up to where Iggy had been sitting. The floor's completely cold, like Iggy's left a long time ago. That's probably my second mistake.

I turn to look back at Fang. And there's the third.

His eyes grow wide, and he takes a step into the attic, eyes fixed on a spot over my right shoulder.

Before I can even turn around, I feel something sharp jab into my neck. A needle.

An arm wraps around my waist, and I feel the panic overwhelm me again. This time though, it's worse. I don't know who's behind me, and what his or her intentions are. A small noise that sounds like a whimper escapes my throat. I thrash in the arms that are restraining me.

Fang's eyes flash, "Let go of her," he growls, and I can imagine his hackles rising.

"Now, I don't think you're in a very good position to be giving orders," a male says. It's a man holding me, I realize. His voice is mocking. I see Fang's hands curl into fists. A shuffling sound to my left catches my attention. I stop thrashing about to see Iggy in another man's arms. He's slumped over, unconscious.

"Iggy," I breathe, then start struggling to get out of the arms restraining me.

The man grunts behind me, "If you keep struggling, I'll dislocate your arms," he warns. Fang takes a step forward at the threat. The man just clicks his tongue at him, "You too, buddy boy, one more move, and consider her arms dislocated."

Fang freezes immediately, but I can feel the rage rolling off of him in waves. My eyes flit from Fang to Iggy and back again. What is going on?

"Let them go, and you can have me," Fang's voice is controlled and quiet. My eyes widen at this, and I suddenly realize who is behind me, who knocked Iggy unconscious. They must be from the School.

It's enough to make my legs feel like jelly, and the man has to hold me up, his grip tightening around my waist. It's enough to send me into a frenzy, until I remember the man's threat about dislocating my shoulders. So I keep still. My eyes find Fang's again. He must see the horror and panic in me, because I see it reflected in his own eyes.

The man holding me laughs. It's one that sends chills up my spine, "You?" The word is spat out, and he chuckles again. "Why would the Doc want you when he could have both of them? I mean, sure you were his most successful pet," Fang cringes at the word 'pet', "But I can give the Doc two blank canvases, and then come back for you later."

Another movement catches my eye. Two more men step out from behind a few crates. They cocked their guns threateningly at Fang, who hadn't once taken his eyes off me.

I'm sorry. It was easy to read him now. I barely shake my head, aware of the needle still sticking in my neck. The man behind me didn't press the plunger in, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to. It's okay.

Fang has a pained expression on his face. I could see how much he hated the situation, could see how he itched to cross the room and knock out the guy holding me, but he couldn't. Not without getting shot, or hurting me inadvertently in the process.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have two new additions to introduce to the Doc," I could hear a sick grin in the man's voice.

Fang's eyes filled with something I had never seen before: panic. I felt whatever liquid resting in the needle being pushed into my neck.

I saw Fang take a single step forward before darkness crept into the edges of my vision and I blacked out in the stranger's arms.