Disclaimer: Sooooooo don't own Maximum Ride, it's all James Patterson's. Totally wish I did though- they'd be a bit more in the way of Faxness.

A/N: Yeah, so I brought second MR book accidentally on Saturday at work. But it was sooooo good I had to go back and buy the other two. So, yes, I read the trilogy in a retarded order, in the space of five days. Yes, I am sad. No, I didn't take it to school... well... maybe... anyways, I wanted more closure (or just more, in general) on the Max/Fang front, because, frankly, they rock. Totally on my list of favourite couples EVER.

So, here's this. I'm thinking about a few chapters, no more than four, unless there's loads of demand- hey, it could happen! I'll post the next when I get enough reviews...

Straight Talking-

Let's Talk? Let's Not.

We were all sitting round a campfire, all six of us, in some clearing in some woods somewhere, trying to get to sleep. Forget roasted marshmallows and tales round the fire, when we six camp out, it isn't exactly a picnic. Or a choice.


You might be asking yourselves, if you're not clued in already, why are six kids camping out with no adult supervision for any reason other than happy recreation? Simple reason? We were on the run. Unsimple reason? The correct term was actually more 'on the fly' as that's generally how we get around. See, all six of us –me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel- are sort of mutants. You know, because of the small fact we grew up in this hellhole call the School which grafted us with wings- cool huh? Well, that's about the only good thing we got out of it. The rest? A living nightmare. We don't have parents, a home, an education (yeah, terrible, huh?) or really anything in the world. Besides each other, that is, which counts for an awful lot, let me tell you.

I'm Max, I'm the eldest. I'm fourteen. I'm also the leader, which is a comparatively short story that ends up with a simple summary: because I'm the best at it. Seriously, it's hard work, but I seem to manage pretty well. Yeah, there's been mistakes along the way, (like letting Fang leave the flock along with Iggy and the Gasman, probably one of the worst mistakes but one I will never, ever apologise for, since it's all his fault, really) but all in all, I rule. It's a Maxocracy, not a democracy, but that's for everyone's own good.

So, quick summary. We're avian hybrids escaped from this lab, on the run from anyone who might want to hurt us or use us- which there are quite a few. There's more in between, a lot more, but it's kinda lengthy. Read the other books. That's all you need to know for now.

Even though Fang was on watch right now, I couldn't help peering round to check how everyone else was. It looked like I was the last one awake.

Angel was on my one side, curled up next to Gazzy with Total, her talking dog (don't ask) in-between. They looked the cutest little things, my little babies. These two were the only biological siblings, not that this mattered. Blood or not, we were all so totally a family.

On my other side, we had Nudge, quiet only when she was sleeping. Awake, she gave the new definition to the word motormouth.

On the other side of the fire, not far from where Fang sat stoically or where the Gasman's feet were (hey, it's a small circle) was Iggy, fast asleep and sprawled out. I think he's getting too tall.

I looked back at Fang, hoping he wouldn't see my eyes on him. He had a habit of turning round when I was looking at him lately, and then smiling (I know, Fang, smiling, who'd have known?) and winking, making me back down in embarrassment.

Why is so-oh-wonderful fearless leader Max being embarrassed by one of her flock smiling at her, you ask? It's kind of complicated. To cut a long story short, Fang kissed me, and then I jumped off a cliff. Some time after this, I kind of accidentally told him (while heavily under the influence of Valium, I might add) that I… sort of… loved him. Anyway, since then, it's been a bit awkward between us, because he will not let me live it down! He's so infuriating, it's unbelievable.

To make matters worse, every time he smiled at me, every time he made a snide remark, or started to tease me, I no longer wanted to kick his butt, I wanted to kiss him.

I know! Stupid, eh? Talk about trying to control your emotions. But I would never, ever, give him the satisfaction of knowing this. Not unless Angel (who can read minds, by the way) told him this, which she won't. I love my baby, but if she ever, EVER told Fang what I was thinking nowadays, I might have to rethink my affections for her. Which, being a mind-reader, she probably already knows.

I was near to dropping off myself when Fang suddenly got up and starting walking away from the fire into the trees. Alerted to movement, I immediately shot up. Where on Earth was he going? Curious, I stepped forward after him, careful to keep glancing back to the rest of the sleeping flock.

"Fang?" I peered into the darkness. We can all see pretty well in the dark (apart from Iggy, who'se blind, obviously) but when there's no moon and a black-haired guy dressed all in black wonders into a deep, dark, black forest, surrounded by tall, black trees, you're going to have a little bit of a problem if he's not facing you, trust me here.

"Here," he appeared at my side. Just like that, silent as... well, as Fang.

"What are you doing?"

I saw him tilt his head, looking at me with those dark eyes, as though I should already know.

"Let's talk."

Please let's not.

"Er, okay? What about? The weather? That's what everyone talks about in England, I swear. It was all 'terrible weather' 'wish for a bit of sun' etc etc. Good reason to though, I suppose. It's really quite changeable, and we weren't there for long! I suppose you want to know where we're headed, right? Well, I was thinking-"

"Max," Fang said solemnly. "Stop doing a Nudge. I didn't mean like that, I meant 'let's talk about us'?"

"Well, why didn't you just say that in the first place? Well, I'm fine. So's Nudge, Angel, Gazzy- Iggy's still blind, naturally, but other than that, I think we're all fine. How are you?"


Was it me, or was there a slight tone of warning in his voice? For a moment, it almost sounded as if he were the leader and I was the second-in-command. Almost.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" I tried to sound surprised. "Well, I never…"

"Don't play dumb, Max. You know what I mean. You. Me. Us. The kissing?"

No, please, anything but that! I could feel my cheeks heating up, glad of the dark.

"Yeah, well…" Great start, Max!

Fang glared at me impatiently. "Well, what?"

"You kissed me."

"You kissed me first!"

"I thought you were dying, for God's sake! Give a girl a break."

Yeah, that's right, I did kissed Fang, completely spontaneously, completely of choice, because I thought he might be dying. Even I was kind of confused about that one- and he hadn't let me live it down. Thankfully, Nudge and Gazzy, our little witnesses, hadn't breathed a word.

Fang raised an eyebrow. "So, that's it? That's why you kissed me?"

"Well, yeah…"

"So, if it had been Iggy in my position, would you have kissed him?"

He mentioned Iggy because he's our age. Kissing say, the Gasman, would be only a little weird, him being eight and all. Ooh! He's a sly one, that Fang! Damn him!

I didn't answer straight away. I wanted to say 'yes, of course!' but that would be totally weird. I had to think about it. Kissing Iggy? Weird. It would be like kissing a brother- because that's what Iggy was to me. A friend and a brother- which meant an awful lot more than it might look on paper. All of the flock meant a lot, lot more to me than I can ever explain, including Iggy.

But they didn't mean quite the same as Fang.

"I don't know," I answered (not entirely truthfully, I may add) "That's never happened- and hopefully it never will. I don't know what I'd do."

"Well, I can bet it wouldn't include kissing," Fang murmured, stepping up closer to me. I could feel his breath on my face, feel his body next to mine. I was worried –no, I was excited- that he was going to kiss me again. And I wanted him too, dammit!

Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. How terrible is that?

But then he didn't. And that was worse than him actually kissing me. Like a thousand times worse. Because then he simply said,

"Glad we got that straight, Max. I should get back to watch."

Then he turned on his hells and walked back towards the glow of the fire.

Just like that.

Just like that, I was alone.

And there was nothing, nothing straight, about that conversation we just had.


A/N: Damn this two! Why can't they just admit that they're crazy about each other? Silly things. They do my head in!

Anyways, more coming soon, I hope. Feel free to put in any input- what do you want to happen??