Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Just the plot.


I watched my Flock as they slept on the smooth rock that was the cave's floor. It was another mountaintop cave, excellent for hiding and quick take-offs for even quicker getaways. We seemed to be getting away a lot lately, too. Almost as if things had been getting easier. Yeah, right.

I turned towards the opening of our temporary home. There sat Fang, strong and silent as always. He was so predictable. He was my rock. I could always count on Fang to do exactly as I would expect from him. I walked over and sat beside him.

"Good evening, Madam." he performed a mock bow as I sat. I rolled my eyes at him.

"What are you up to?" Thinking, I predicted. Fang always replies that way. Every night I walk up to him and ask him what he's doing and he always answers, "Thinking."

"Thinking," he said, and I gave myself a gold star for precognition, "about you."

My jaw dropped open and I shut it quickly, a blush spreading across my cheeks. Fang! That's not fair of you, messing with our routine so drastically.

I spluttered, "W-what?" Smooth, Max. My Voice stated. I silently told it off.

"Thinking about you." He repeated, looking at me as if I was dumb. I stared at him, unbelieving. He stared back, indifferent.

"Me? How flattering." My quick wit. Unfortunately attached to my unusually slow moving brain. "Any particular aspect? My dazzling smile? Shining hair? Unusually excellent fashion sense? Or perhaps the fact that I can bring any human to his or her knees with one well-placed punch?" There we go.

"A combination. The whole picture."

"Thinking about my having to save the world soon thing?"

"Not at all. Didn't even cross my mind. Personally, I was caught up in the dazzling smile part."

I turned to face him, a skeptical look splayed across my face. I opened my mouth to speak, my witty response already prepared, but found myself suddenly incapable of any rational thought.

As I had opened my mouth, Fang had leaned down and kissed it.

Well this was very different from the usual routine.