Yeah, yeah. I'm terrible. I really have no excuse either. My OCD won't let me stop playing with my new drawing tablet, therefore, I neglected my followers. I AM SO SORRY. But at least I mustered enough ideas to write this! And by the way, you'll love me for this chapter's ending. :DDDD

Day 2

I can't believe I went through that. It was brutal. Next time, I'm checking the damn food before I eat it. I really wouldn't want Fang to get slipped one of those. I sighed happily and stretched, enjoying the freedom of any tension left inside of me.

"You feeling okay?" Fang said slowly and carefully. He was way to cautious after I ... you know ... tried to eat his face. It was the pills!

And maybe a little bit of my feelings for him. Maybe.

"Yeah. Just peachy." I grumbled, shivering against the air. I thought of snuggling back with Fang, but he was probably grossed out from what I did before. This little voice in my head keeps yelling "He kissed you back!" but I will not listen to it!

I was arguing with myself in my head when a muscular looped around my shoulders and pulled me in their direction. I froze as I was now leaning on Fang's chest. He was so warm that I couldn't help myself. I curled myself against him and sighed dreamily, latching one hand loosely on his shirt. I couldn't fall asleep, though. That's all I've been doing. Sleeping and waiting for the pricks.

"Fang?" I pointlessly looked up. It was pointless because I couldn't see anything. I really am dumb.

"Yeah?"

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know ... talk?"

"Hm. Okay." I said. I was starting to get bored and Fang was the only person I had access to. I wondered how I pulled this off when it was just me. "How did Angela find you?" I asked. The curiosity struck me just now, and it was starting to bother me.

"Same as you, but in a different lab. It wasn't dark, though." he responded single-toned.

"Who saved you?"

"Epic. It was before she met Buffy and went to work on the lookout. She nearly killed half of the people." he gave a faint laugh. I could only imagine the pain she inflicted that day. "Now it's my turn to ask you something." I heard the amusement in his voice.

"What is this? Twenty questions?" I said jokingly.

"It is now." he responded a-matter-of-fact-ly. "How old are you?"

"That was a lame question."

"Well, it's something I don't know."

"Fine." I sighed. "I think I'm 16."

"Think?"

"I don't know!" I threw my hands up in defeat. "I was 16 when I was kidnapped, and I don't exactly know when that was."

"Hm. Okay. Your turn." I thought for a second.

"How old are you?" I asked. I heard Fang snort with laughter.

"You're real original, you know that?" he said. I playfully punched his shoulder. "Alright, alright. I'm 17." he told me. I nodded into his chest, sighing. I just wished reinforcements would get here already.

Fang's POV

I let her lay on me. I don't know why. I just did. I ran out of questions to ask and things fell silent. All you could hear was the air, like silence on a tape recorder.

Was she going to sleep again? No, she was still shifting just a fraction. I sighed and buried my nose in her hair. It was much better than inhaling this dank air that enveloped us all around.

"Fang?" her voice spoke my name clearly, her chin tilted towards my direction.

"Mhmm?" I mumbled, not bothering to move my nose from her sweet smelling locks.

"I'm sorry about ..." she paused. "Earlier." In an instant, the air got a hundred times thicker than before, this time, with pure awkwardness.

What was I supposed to say? If I say it was fine, will I be to obvious? What if I choose not to respond? Will she think I didn't like it?

"I .. uh ... it's fine." I stammered. Please let that have been the right choice I thought over and over. Even though she didn't respond for only a second, it felt like hours.

"R-really?" she said quietly. Nervousness shook her voice.

"Yeah." I replied. "You couldn't help it. It was the pills they slipped you." As soon as I said that, it sounded completely the opposite of what I meant. It did sound as if I didn't like it! Please let her not have heard that ...

"Oh." I heard her small yet disappointed voice. I immediately felt terrible.

"I mean ... I ..." I tried to form a sentence, but my words would get tangled whenever I tried to say something. I heard her say something inaudible as her heat left me, her scuttling across the room. I internally smacked myself for such a stupid mistake. Even in the argument going on in my head, I could hear the chattering of her teeth over in a little corner of the small room. Carefully, I crept over to her.

I made a mistake, yeah, but I'm not just gonna give this up.

I sat back next to her, pulling her once again into my chest and wrapping my arms around her. She stiffened a bit, but loosened. This time, it didn't take her that long to relax. I think she was getting used to this.

"Max?"

"Yeah?" Good. She was talking to me.

"Can you ... can you sing again? It was pretty good." I asked, trying not to sound the slightest bit shy of the question. She hesitated a bit.

"I guess ..." she said. She began humming, getting the tune built in her head as she improvised a song.

(A/N I wrote it. Copyrighting can go to hell.)

I was alone

In such a cruel world

All on my own

So I cried and curled

In my own little corner

And let the world fall apart

A-round me

She stretched out the last note, making a small pause then continuing.

Then came the savior

He stretched his hand out to me

My savior!

Like an angel, he saved me

He taught me how to soar in the sky

He taught me to stand on my own

He helped me to realize

Who I was!

And even when I pulled him down with me,

He never left my side

He offered me his presence, his heat

He showed me the brighter side!

She sounded as if she wanted to continue, but didn't.

"Uh oh." she said with a small giggle. "I ran out of lines."

"It's fine." I said, smiling. Unconsciously, I leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a bit longer than usual. I felt all of her muscles tense in my arms, but relax after I removed my lips, leaning into me. I could hear here inhale a breath, then sigh abruptly as if she wanted to speak something, but couldn't quite get it out.

"What is it?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow in the pitch black.

"Fang." she said, her voice portraying a different tone. I was saddened when I felt her hands unlatch themselves from me. I was shocked as I felt one slide to my cheek, the other resting on her shoulder. In the darkness, I could hear her shift her body a bit, standing on her knees to reach eye-level with my slouching form.

I held my breath as hers hit my face and inched closer and closer, dangerously close to my lips.

I really suck, don't I? CLIFFY!

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