Hey everyone, last chapter! Hope you enjoy it.

"Max!" I shouted as I landed next to her, rapidly checking to see if she was still alright. "Max, come on, wake up!" I belatedly realized that if there wre still traces of that gas in the air I would probably end up on the ground right next to her. But since I was screwed anyway, I continued to call her name in an attempt to wake her up.

Eventually I picked her up and carried her in the house. Inside Nudge and Angel were sitting on the couch, and Nudge was explaining what had been happening to Angel. They both gasped when they saw me carrying in Max's limp form.

"Fang, what hapened?" Nudge asked, worry and anxiety seeping into her voice.

"Max got hit with a gas grenade," I said.

"Is she alright?" Angel asked.

"I don't know," I said as I layed Max down on the other couch, "but I know two people who would." I turned to the girl, "Stay here and keep an eye on Max, I'm going to find Gazzy and Iggy."

"To see if they can help?"

"No, to give them a piece of my mind."


I found Gazzy and Iggy up in their room, fiddling with some contraption or other. Probably explosive.

"All right," I said as I stormed into their room, "you two had better spill fast, because I have had it up to here with your antics."

"Calm down, man," Iggy said, "what are you talking about?"

"What do you mean what am I talking about? Max is unconscious down on the sofa, and I know you guys have something to do with it."

"You mean it worked?" the Gasman asked. "Hey Iggy," he said excitedly, "It worked!" They high-fived.


"We finally perfected our gas grenade!"

"What do mean 'perfected'?" I asked uncertainly.

"Well, for the longest time we couldn't get the mixture for the knock-out gas," Iggy explained.

"But then we had huge stroke of genius by yours truly," Gazzy bragged. "Remember that casserole Max tried to make that one time?"

"I thought we agreed never to talk about that again?" I asked. For those of you who don't know, about two weeks ago Max had tried to make a casserole for our dinner. Needless to say, at the end of it all, she's still Max. The pizza, however, was primo.

"Well, we laced it with some chloroform, ground it up, and now we have the perfect knock-out gas!"

"Get to the point," I said impatiently.

"Gazzy felt really bad about what he did to Max," Iggy answered. Gazzy was beginning to look embarrassed at this point, "so he figured we ought to sedate her before she went and did something really stupid."

Too late for that, I thought wryly.

"Anyway, now she should sleep off all the Valium and be right as rain in the morning."

"Except for the headache," Gazzy added.

"Gazzy," I said, "you're off the hook." He let out a sigh of relief at this. "We'll deal with your punishment later."

"What!" he screeched. "I though you said I was off the hook."

"You are," I said with a mischievous grin, "my hook. I doubt Max will be as forgiving."


After leaving Gazzy in mortal petrification, I headed back downstairs to look after Max until she woke up. Sure enough, she woke up at 7:30 AM the next day.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said as she blinked back into consciousness.

"What happened?" she asked groggily. I thought for a minute.

"Let's just stay that, for now, you partied like it's 1965." She looked at me skeptically. "I tell you later. Right now, I have something to give you." I reached behind another pillow and pulled out the picture frame I'd given her earlier. I figured she'd appreciate it a little bit more with a clear head.

"Pink hearts, are you serious? Why would you even consider thinking that I liked pink! You've know me practiacally all my life, why would you even think for a nanosecond that I would like--"

"It's good to have you back, Max," I said, and leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met, and she kissed me back. Not a wet, slobbery kiss like before, but a real one. Like all the others we've shared. After about a minute I pulled away, leaving her slightly out of breath. "Part deux."

"So, um," she stammered, "what did you mean by 'It's good to have you back'?"

Ohhhhhh boy. This was going to be interesting.

"Well, you were kind of high on Valium last night, from the brownie you ate."

"WHAT!?" she screamed as she jumped to her feet.

"Yeah, the Gasman laced the brownie as a prank for Iggy."

"By making me all tipsy?! Oh, when I get through with him he will so understand the meaning of pain," she said as she marched angerly up the stairs to Gazzy's room. A minute later her scream "GAZZY!" followed in turn by him screaming "AHHHHH! DON'T KILL ME!".

About two seconds I saw Gazzy barreling down the stairs, followed closely by an enfuriated Max, all the while shouting, "...and if you think that this is even remotely funny than you've got another thing coming, mister! I'm going to tear you up so many ways till Tuesday that it'll take them thirty years just to find all the pieces! And if I even smell Valium in this house again..." Well, you get the general idea.

As I watched her chase him out the front door I looked at the picture I'd given her again, thinking about everything that happen in the last twenty-four hours.

Yep, life as normal for us in the Flock.

Author's Note; Hey there, Layman speaking! Well, that's all for now, folks! I hope you all enjoyed this little tale about Max on Valium, (again), from Fang's POV. Also, thanks to all the amazing reviewers. This has become my most popular story to date, so thank you all! And just because the story has ended doesn't mean the reviews should stop flowing. In fact, if any of your friends enjoy a good Max Ride yarn with equal parts humor and Fax (3-1 respectively) then tell them to swing by my profile and check this story out.

Also, please read and review "Angel's Story". I worked really hard on that and nobody took the time to read it. *sniffs*. OK, enough of the guilt trip, see you guys next time.