Weet! More awesometastic angsty Faxness ensues!!! Man, writing Fax is like crack for Pete's sake! It's flippin' addictive!

Anyway, in this story, as I mentioned in the summary, is about the Flock forced to split against their will in order to complete the "mission". They finally reunite about ten years later and things go . . . very badly!

Read and enjoy, and all the while remember I am not a brilliant, rich man with the initials J.P. (AKA, I own nothing but the plot!)

Oh god, this was it! I was so nervous I was literally shaking as we flew closer and closer to the island.

It had been ten years. Ten long, freaking years since we had seen Gazzy, Iggy, and Fang. We had been forced to split up to finish destroying Itex. We had to attack from opposite sides of the globe and it took way longer than we'd hoped.

We thought a year, tops.

So, with tearful goodbyes and lots of hugs, we separated, the boys staying stateside, while us girls and Total went back to Europe. We stayed in touch via e-mail, but then one year became two, and two years became five, and so on and so forth.

A whole damn decade away from the people I love.

I looked over at my girls, Angel and Nudge. Angel was 16, can you believe it? I mean for christsakes, Nudge was 21, old enough to drink (not that I let her)!


I looked over as I heard Ange's quiet voice. "What's up, sweetie?"

A humungo grin split her face. "We're here," she told me, pointing down at the island we had met up on that first time we'd split up.

I looked over at Nudge. She was biting her lip in anticipation, excitement shining in her eyes. And for once in her life, she was completely speechless.

"Alright," I all but whispered, "let's head down and see our boy's!"

We angled our wings and made for the beach. We hit the ground running, and then slowed, skidding slightly in the sand. I looked around for them, my heart thudding unbelievably hard in my chest.

"Do you see them?" Nudge asked anxiously, standing on her tiptoes and peering into the tree line.

I shook my head sadly. "Nope."

"MAX!" I turned back around as someone screamed my name. "ANGEL! NUDGE! YO, IG, FANG, THEY'RE HERE!!!"

A tall figure came flying out of the trees at an alarming speed, slipping and sliding in the sand, a huge, silly grin on his face. He crashed into me, wrapping his arms around me with all his strength.

I pulled away and looked at his smiling face. "Holy crap . . . Gazzy!?" I asked incredulously, holding his face in my hands.

I could hardly believe it. He was an inch taller that me with floppy blond surfer hair falling in his handsome, smiling face. It wasn't until I looked into his shining blue eyes, so very much like Angel's, that I finally realized I was really looking at my little trooper, all grown up and 18 years old.

"Aw, god, Gazzy!" I yanked him back into a huge bear hug, and lemme tell you, hearing that laugh of his was like music to my ears.

"Ah, I missed ya Max!" he all but giggled in my ear.

Over his shoulder I saw Iggy with Nudge wrapped in one arm and Angel in the other. He was a little taller than Gasman and was twirling them around while they clung tightly to his neck and were laughing like I hadn't heard them laugh in years.

Gazzy and I finally released each other in favor of jumping the others. Iggy had put the girls down. Angel swung around with a loud cry of, "GAZZY!" and launched herself into her big brother's waiting arms. He caught her and held tight, closing his eyes in contentment as he whispered, "Ange . . ."

As I turned to embrace Iggy, I saw Gasman pulling Nudge into his and Angel's hug.

"My little pyro!" I cried happily as Ig grabbed me by the waist in a gruff hug. He was 24, like me and Fang, and his strawberry blond hair was spiked with black tips, like he'd threatened to do so long ago. His watering eyes were still clouded and unseeing, but they were the eyes I knew.

"Ah ha ha," he laughed dryly, though I could hear the real joy in his words. "You know I usually only blow stuff up when I have to." I laughed and hugged him harder. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed his dry wit.

Behind him, in the shadow of the woods, I saw a tall, dark figure leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, silently watching us. Ig and I let go, him to go to Nudge, Gaz, and Angel, and me to see the one I really needed to see.

As I got closer he levered himself off the trunk of the tree and slowly walked towards me. He stepped out of the shadows and I felt my breath hitch. Wow, just . . . wow.

His dark hair had grown out slightly, falling into his dark chocolate eyes, and he had grown a lot taller. He had a slight 5 o' clock shadow on his face, making him look even more ruggedly handsome. He wore a black button-up shirt with the top half of the buttons undone(revealing his amazing, perfect and toned chest) and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Before I knew what was going on, we were standing in front of each other, searching each other's faces. After a moment, he slowly brought his hands to my face, his callused fingertips ghosting over my cheeks as I stared up into his eyes.

"Max . . ." he whispered, his voice deeper than I remembered.

"Hey, Fang," I whispered back, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

Suddenly, his hands went behind my neck and pulled me tight against his body, his arms creating a strangle-hold around me. My arms slipped around his waist with the same strength and intensity, burying my face in the exposed skin of his chest as he lifted me in the air and spun me around.

He put my feet back on the ground, and I felt him kiss the top of my head and smiled against his bare skin. "I missed you so much Fang," I whispered, my light breath making him shiver slightly.

He pulled me even more firmly (if that was possible) into his arms, as though he'd never let go. And I think I was okay with staying here forever. He dropped his lips to my ear and whispered in that amazing, deep voice, "Welcome home, Maximum."

And I couldn't help but think how right he was as I pressed closer against him, my second-in-command, my best friend.

If home is where your heart is, and the Flock was my heart and soul, than right here was exactly where I needed to be.

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More chapters and pure, fluffy Faxness to come!