Fax Machine

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Author's Note: A special thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited and alerted! I have never gotten such a big immediate response! Thanks, again! And, here's the second at last chapter to this twoshot! I really hope this is a lot better. I did some research on this, so, it didn't turn out exactly the way I wanted, but pretty dang close. And accurate. So, here goes! Oh, and thanks for reading!

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No, Jenna, I texted the middle-aged woman, I haven't found him yet. I don't know what he looks like, remember?

"Hey," a woman about my age greeted me with a smile. "I'm Carrie."

"I'm Max," I replied.

"Nice to meet you. Where are you from? I haven't seen you here before."

"Yeah, this is my first time up here. I'm from by Lake Eerie in Ohio."

"Oh! I absolutely love going there! My grandparents live there, so, I spent like every summer there."

"Yeah, I like it there, too," I replied warmly, and Carrie started to talk some more, and I listened, enjoying her company.

A few minutes later, a someone tapped on a microphone and we all turned to see who it was on the "stage", which was really just a stool.

"Now that have everyone's attention, take your seats. The secretary training is about to start, so, pull out your notebooks and pens." At that, a few people laughed, and Carrie rolled her eyes.

"The secretary "training" isn't much," Carrie confided. "Basically, we just go over sending emails, answering phones and faxing by internet," she whispered.

"My name is Jim, and I'll pretty much be running this thing, and hopefully, by the end of this training session, you will be a better and more confident you. Now, the first PowerPoint we have is how to create an agenda, which is probably one of the things we secretaries will do most in our secretarial careers." I decided then that I liked Jim; he seemed funny.

Two hours later, we had gone over creating agendas and scheduling basics along with a little bit about taking notes and some new technologies our company might be implementing.

And, I still didn't know who Fang was. I racked my brain for his real name, and I remembered that he mentioned his name was actually Nick Castello on the first day we started talking. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Carrie.

"What branch do you come from?"

"From here! We have like, five different secretaries. Yeah, Mr. Larn likes organization."

"Yeah, I can tell," I replied. "Hey, would you happen to know Nick Castello?"

"Of course!' She replied. "But- oh, duh!" She exclaimed. "You're the Max! He was totally, like, OCD about every detail of this thing! He even made blueberry muffins- oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Well, c'mon!" She said, standing up suddenly. "Let's go find him!" She grabbed my wrist and started leading me through waves of people, until she stopped behind a group and waited before tapping a tall guy's shoulder.

"Hey, Nick!" She said.

"Hey, Carrie," he replied in a gruff voice.

"This is Max!" She exclaimed happily, and I nodded.

"See? I'm not some creepy old guy," Fang said, smiling, and I rolled my eyes. Carrie smiled at us and left.

"Ready to go?" Fang asked.

"Go where?"

"What? You didn't think that I would let you leave NYC without having seen the Statue of Liberty at very least, did you?"

"I guess not," I said, then followed him out the door. He waved down a taxi, and then we were headed to the South Ferry. When we got there, I followed Fang through the lines, and he led us onto the ferry that would take us to the Statue of Liberty.

Once the ferry started to move, Fang suddenly grinned at me- well, it was more of a smirk, really, but I had never figured him as the grinning type.

"Wanna go out on the deck?"

"Go out on the deck? Fang, what are you talking about?"

"You've never been on a ferry?" He asked in mild disbelief, with a little bit of amusement.

"No."

"You live on Lake Eerie."

"Well, it's not like there's some statue in the middle of it."

"Okay, okay," Fang said, holding his hands up. "I get it. New York is freaky." A pause. "So, do you want to?"

"Yeah," I replied, and Fang smirked again, and when he stood up, I realized how out-of-place we looked in work clothes.

I followed him out onto the deck and was almost blinded by the bright afternoon sun. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I leaned against the railing with Fang, watching the Anne Austen ferry leave water tracks behind.

"So, how long is this ferry ride anyway?"

"Impatient much?" Fang retorted, and I elbowed him. "It's about twenty-five minutes to Ellis Island, where we'll get off, but then it'll continue to New Jersey, then come back for us."

I nodded, and we stood in comfortable silence until it was time to get off to go see the Statue of Liberty with all the other tourists.

"Whoa," I breathed. "It's huge."

"Max, it's one-hundred fifty-one feet tall and weighs four-hundred fifty pounds. Of course it's huge."

I rolled my eyes. "And how do you know?"

He looked at me seriously. "Wikipedia is a great thing."

I rolled my eyes again, smiling though, and we continued to walk around the statue. "Could we go to the top?"

"If we had about forty minutes. But, we've got other stuff to do."

"Oh? Like what?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You'll see." I didn't reply, just continued walking with him around Lady Liberty, looking up in awe.

"It's amazing," I said. "When did they build this? Like, the eighteen-nineties or something?"

"Early eighteen-sixties and was finished in eighteen eighty-six."

"And they did it without modern technologies. Like bulldozers or those tall things that lift stuff-"

"Cranes?"

"That sounds right. Isn't it neat to think about how they did that?"

"I guess," Fang replied, and I glared up at him. He ignored me and we finished our walk, and then headed back to the dock, where we could see the ferry coming back.

About a half hour later, it was three o'clock, and my stomach was growling. Also, we were in another taxi, and Fang had whispered to the guy where to go, so I still didn't know where we were going.

Needless to say, I was grumpy.

"Can't you just tell me?"

"Nope," he replied, popping the "p" annoyingly. "That would ruin the surprise."

I groaned, but leaned my head against the window in defeat. Fang could be really stubborn and annoying when he wanted to.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed some time later. "Fang! Rockefeller Center?"

"Yup," he said, grinning an actual grin at me as the taxi stopped and Fang and I climbed out.

"Where are we going first?" I asked, excited.

"We're going to get you some food, because grumpy Max will be the death of me." Fang paid the taxi, and I nodded, looking up at the huge building. I followed him into the building, and we went up and elevator all the way to 30 Rockefeller Plaza, my stomach hungrily growling.

When we got out of the elevator, I looked around in awe at all the different statues, and Fang tugged my arm.

"Food now, gazing in awe later."

I rolled my eyes and followed him up to a restaurant called "Tri Tip Grill". The line was really long and I was a little uncertain that we would be eating soon, but, surprisingly enough the line moved really quickly, and we were soon placing our orders.

"I'll have a Bacon Cheddar Burger and Roadhouse Onions," Fang said, and then looked at me.

"Um, I'll have that Bacon Cheddar Burger, too." The guy put our order down, and we moved so that other people could place an order, and Fang looked at me.

"Just a burger?"

I shrugged. "I'll just steal some of those Roadhouse Onions from you."

"Unbelievable," he muttered.

"So, where do we go for drinks?"

"Well, I was thinking Starbucks, but-"

"Oh, no. To Starbucks it is."

Fang smirked and we took our orders a few minutes later and headed out and Fang led me to Starbucks, which was a familiar sight that I had missed.

"Hello, may I take your order?" The pretty blonde girl asked warmly.

"Yes, I'll have the Extra Coffee Caramel Frappuccino."

"And, what about you, sir?" The girl asked, looking up at Fang.

"The same."

"What?" I exclaimed. "You hate frozen coffee!"

Fang just simply shrugged. "I just want to see what the craze is all about." The girl laughed and told us our total, and I frowned.

"I'm paying for this," I informed Fang.

"Oh, no you're not," Fang replied. "You don't have any money."

"Yes, I do," I quickly replied. "It's in my purse... which I left at the hotel." Fang chuckled as I sighed in defeat, and we moved down to wait for our order to be filled.

"Well, I'm paying you back for everything."

"Mhm," Fang hummed patronizingly, not believing me.

I decided that he knew I was right and grabbed my coffee when I saw it, holding it in one hand, and my dinner in the other. I laughed as I watched Fang try to pick up his coffee, holding two boxes already.

"Here," I said, placing my dinner on top of his before taking his coffee, "you take dinner, I'll hold the coffees. Okay?"

"Doesn't seem like I have much choice," he grumbled and I grinned as I turned around, then realized I wasn't in my city; I had no clue where to go. Fang smirked and walked ahead of me, so I had no choice but to follow him to a place with lots of tables. He sat down at one, and passed my burger to me and I handed him his coffee.

After we had everything set up, I looked at him.

"Drink it," I urged, and he rolled his eyes, and took a dramatic first sip. He didn't say anything, his facial expression didn't change or anything; he just took a bite of his burger like it was no big deal.

"So, how was it?" I asked.

"It was okay," he replied nonchalantly.

"Okay? Okay?" I asked again in disbelief. "Fang, you just had your first frozen coffee, and you're acting like it was no-"

"Fine. I guess it was pretty good," and I leaned back in my seat, satisfied.

"Told you." He rolled his eyes, and I grinned before starting to eat.

Once we were done and had thrown our garbage away, I asked Fang, "where to now?"

It seemed like we went everywhere after that. To the Lego store (which was actually pretty cool), and then to the Channel Gardens, and we even saw a few of the more popular statues before we went window shopping. Eventually, though, we ended up in Central Park.

It was really relaxing, especially at later night. We entered the park at the south end, and as we were walking through, Fang was pointing out the pond almost right by the entrance, and he pointed out different flowers and trees to me, too. After we crossed over sixty-fifth street, we walked for a bit longer, then Fang pointed out our destination.

"And, that, is our final destination for the night."

"Really? A lake?"

"You'll see," he replied. We walked all the around the lake, which was pretty far, let me tell you, but I'd say its worth it. To see the bright moon reflect off the dark water and light up the whole world around you, and the traffic and noise of the city fades into the dark. It's a timeless, enchanted sort of place that a little girl might imagine fairies lived in.

We came around about to the northern tip of the lake, and Fang pointed out a restaurant to me.

"That is where we're going. The Central Park Boathouse Restaurant."

"It sounds expensive," I said, frowning.

"It's okay. You're paying me back, right?" I could hear Fang grinning, and I elbowed him in the side. He laughed and led me around to the front of the building, and when the hostess asked where we wanted to be seated, Fang immediately told her the lakeside. She smiled at us and led us out on the dock, right on the lake to a candlelit table because it was dark out.

"Your server Jason will be with you shortly," she said, smiling at us before leaving.

"So, New York City. Like it?" Fang asked as we leafed through the menus.

"Yeah. Usually I don't like loud places, but, the city is pretty cool. Thanks for taking me on a personal tour today, by the way."

Fang waved me off. "It was nothing. I had fun, too."

"Hello," a nasally voice greeted us, and I looked up to see our server. "My name is Jason and I'll be your server today. Are you ready to order?"

"I'll have some water, thanks," Fang said.

"Me, too," I agreed, skimming the dinner part of the menu.

"I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders, so be ready," Jason said rudely before walking off.

"I really don't like him," I confided to Fang in a whisper.

"Me either," Fang said, lowering his voice.

A few minutes later, Jason was back with our water. He set it down in front of us, then asked,

"are you guys ready to order yet?"

"I'll have the Pan Seared Colorado Rack of Lamb," Fang said quickly before I could get too annoyed. "How about you Max?"

"Hm... gosh, I just don't know! Everything looks so good! I skimmed the page for a few more seconds before saying, "I guess I'll have the House Made Cavatelli Pasta."

"You know that's an appetizer, right, ma'm?"

"Yeah. I know." Jason brushed hair out of his face in an impatient way, then wrote down my order before walking our menus back to the kitchen.

"Max, why'd you do that?"

"What? He was getting on my nerves." Fang chuckled, and we watched a family of ducks go by, the mom in front, the four ducklings following.

We talked about Carrie and Jenna and other co-workers, sharing stories, just to talk about something, not for gossip, and soon Jason came back with our orders. He placed Fang's Colorado lamb in front of him, and my long-noodled pasta in front of me.

"Have you ever even seen that show?" I asked Fang.

"I've seen two episodes. Jim and Pam are best friends."

"Oh. Well, what's the show called again?"

"The Office."

"Oh, right. Well, I'll have to watch it when I get back to Lake-" I stopped talking when a noodle fell out of my mouth onto my chin. But, before I could even react, Fang had put the other end of the noodle in his mouth and I just watched, my brain having gone dead, as he ate the other end until he was leaning across the table, his lips on mine.

And I suddenly knew my mom was right about my needing to find a man.

Someone harrumphed, and Fang quickly sat down back down, and I looked away, embarrassed.

"Well," Jason said in his nasally voice, "it seems you two don't need anything." And then he walked away, leaving us alone again.

I suddenly laughed, breaking the awkwardness of the moment, and Fang joined in.

"Okay, so, yeah," I said, taking a deep breath before going back to my cavatelli. Fang didn't say anything, but when I looked into his deep brown eyes, I knew what he was thinking, and I knew then that I didn't want any other man.

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Author's Note: I'm actually not happy with how this turned out. Let me know what you think, and thanks again for reviewing, favoriting and alerting! And, a oneshot about how Fang and Max first met is up on my profile! It's called "I Thought You Were Weird"! See you there?