AN: I thought I was going to cry while writing this. There's more to the flashback coming in the next chapter. Okay. I hope all you lovelies enjoy! :)

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Flashback

Angel ran into the room. She had heard Max scream and came running.

She hadn't known what to expect. But she certainly wasn't expecting Fang lying on a stretcher-like-thing, Dylan on the floor laying eerily still, and Max crumpled up and on her knees, a look of pure shock her face. Angel had no idea what to make of it. Making quick work, Angel guessed this much: Dylan had somehow gotten a hold of Fang's body, showed it to Max, Max cracked and told Dylan about the baby, and they got in a fight in which Max promptly knocked Dylan out cold.

But why did Dylan get Fang's body? Angel winced, looking at Fang, a friend, a brother, someone she loved so dearly, and at that moment, it was all she could do to not tear up herself. Ignoring the uneasiness and dread growing inside of her, she crouched down next to Max, who had eyes only for Dylan.

"Max? What happened?" Angel whispered gently. She kept quiet. Angel waited. She didn't want to push Max. Max was the only one who had truly forgiven her. Angel had no idea why. It was Max who she had most hurt, who she had least expected to forgive the "traitor" of the flock. But then, I've always been her little girl, thought Angel.

Lost in her thought, she didn't notice at first the words Max was trying so hard to get out.

Paying more attention, she looked.

"Dylan…he-he's… HE'S DEAD!" Angel jumped a little when Max screamed the last words. Her head spun. Dylan couldn't be dead, no. Fun, lively, happy-go-lucky Dylan, who always had hope in everyone, who would always find something to smile about, he couldn't be dead. Numbly, Angel walked up to Dylan. Already knowing what she would hear, or rather, not hear, Angel put her ears to Dylan's chest. Nothing. Her throat felt very tight.

"How?" Angel managed to get out hoarsely.

Max got up on her feet, looking absolutely furious.

She knelt down next to Dylan, pounding his chest with every word.

"You-" punch, "stupid-" punch, "idiot!" punch.

"You just have to do the right thing, don't you? You just, you're just…" Max screeched, trailing off towards the end, and then silent tears started to stream down her face.

She proceeded to put her face in her hands, kneeling over Dylan, tears dripping on to that handsome face. Angel found herself crying, too. She didn't know how long they were just there, crying.

They snapped out of their reverie when they heard a voice that they hadn't heard in what seemed like forever.

"Max?"