Max's POV

I felt Fang shift a bit, so I braced myself for whatever reason. I don't know why. I'm just waiting for reality to sink in for now. I mean, no matter how many times I go over it in my head, or let my hand drift over the incision on my abdomen, I still can't believe it.

Holy shit. I am pregnant, and it's Fang's baby.

Nope. Still can't believe it.

"You okay?" Fang's voice gave me a bit of a fright and snapped me back from my thoughts.

"Yeah ... I'm okay." I said, my voice small and weak. I wonder if he's gotten the big deal right now. He sure doesn't seem like it.

Fang must've sensed my worry, because I felt his strong arms pull me into a hug, holding me to his solid chest. I sighed, enjoying his warmth.

"Everything is going to be fine." he spoke into my hair. I swear, his voice still has that charm on me. It could make enemy countries stop fighting a war just so they could listen to it. That's how great it is. Despite this heavenly tone of his, I sure as hell knew otherwise.

"No, Fang. It's not. This can't be undone." I had to hold back the tears pricking my eyes, threatening to spill over my eyelids. "I'm pregnant." Wow. Now it sunk in. I guess saying it aloud really does the trick, huh?

I could hear Fang sigh in frustration. Great. Now he's upset because of good ol' killjoy Max.

"I know." Fang spoke, his voice now soft with sympathy and care. "But I'll be here for you." Just as he said that, one of his calloused fingers lightly grasped my chin and pulled my towards his, our lips touching, feather soft. My eyes widened, but then fluttered closed, pressing my mouth against his. His hand left my chin and slid down my arm and to my waist, hugging me close as I reached up to tangle my fingers into his silky hair. I tilted my head as he did, deepening the kiss, urging to get closer to him.

My lungs began to ache, so I reluctantly pulled away, removing my hands from his hair to lay flat on his chest. His arms stayed around me as he once again pulled me to his chest. I exhaled dreamily and listened to the rapid beat of his heart. I don't know if it's the bird genes making it thump that fast or our little kissing session that happened two seconds ago.

"We'll get through this." He whispered, nuzzling my tangled hair. I smiled. We. I needed to hear that. I needed to hear that I wasn't going to be going through this alone, after all.

Day ... I honestly don't care anymore.

We woke up to the sound of slamming metal. I turned my head in a panic towards the direction of the door. To my confusion, it wasn't opened at all. I unraveled Fang's arms from me, disturbing his sleep.

"Max?" his groggy voice said.

"Sh!" I held up a finger to signal him to shutup. Stupid me. He can't see it. I scuffled over to the door, wincing a bit as I pushed my ear to the cold metal. I heard a flurry of panicked yells and scientists barking commands. A certain scared the bejeezus out of me.

"EAT THIS, MOTHERF**KERS!" a somewhat cheery voice confused me as it shouted what sounded like a happy-go-lucky battle cry.

(A/N I would actually write the word, but I think I'd be pushing it with the rating.)

"Third cell to the right! Go, go, go!" another stronger, more stern voice commanded, followed by a flurry of gunshots.

Oh my god. What the hell is going on?

Loud slamming near the door caused my to push myself away from it, back into Fang's arms as he protectively twisted so I was somewhat behind him. A loud, excited screech filled the tiny cell as the door violently swung open, light blurring my vision.

"Hurry up, lovebirds! We got place ta be!" the figure in the doorway yelled happily. I blinked and squinted to see a head of pink hair, shotgun in one hand and another little body casually swung over her shoulder.

"B-Buffy?" I stammered. I only looked at her strangely as she began to grow impatient.

"Places to be!" she commanded. When I didn't move, Fang shot up, grabbing my arm and any signs of sleepiness automatically disappearing. He darted out of the door, dragging behind him quickly. I saw unconscious scientists everywhere, some with injuries I could've gone without seeing. I looked at the clear windows covering every hallway we ran through. In one room, I saw scientists dropping like rocks as a figure in a pair of ultraviolet boots darted around, gunfire echoing everywhere. Purple eyes met mine, and there I saw Epic in full action.

I swear, those handguns could be automatic, she's firing them so fast.

Whacking another scientist with the butt of one gun, was suddenly running next to us, lightning fast. It isamazing seeing these two in action.

"Guide!" Buffy yelled sharply.

"Left, left, straight, right!" Epic barked back. These two definitely knew what they were doing.

"Fang!" Buffy turned her head us.

"Sir!" Fang responded.

"Carry Max! We can't risk exerting her!" Buffy yelled back. Before I could protest, Fang's arms scooped me up while still running. Now, since I was no longer dazed from running, I could see who was slung over Buffy's shoulder. A head of messy blonde curls shook with every bound she took.

It was my Angel. They saved my Angel. I nearly cried with joy. I wanted to reach out and hold her so badly.

Sharp, unfiltered sunlight blinded me as we ran out of an exit, now bounding on bare, sandy ground.

"Can you fly?" Epic turned to me, not looking the slightest bit tired.

"Yes." I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Take your sister. Follow Fang. Get the hell out of here!" she said. Fang put me down quickly and I all but snatched Angel from Buffy's extended arms. I snapped my wings open, only watching briefly as Fang shot into the sky, following Buffy who was carrying Epic.

Man, did we haul ass outta there.

It may be badly written, but here. This was the best I could do for the time being. I hope you enjoyed it, I surely didn't. BTW I NEED BETAS TO PREVENT SUCKY CHAPPYS LIKE THIS.

Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable