Me: Well, this is just a random thought that I had while sitting around...trying to think of a fic to write
Iggy: You do realise that it isn't all that random if you were thinking of something to write, right?
Me: Uh...fine, whatever
Iggy: I win :)
Me: You do not! Anyway, this is basically some of the Flocks memories that they have with Fang and some great moments that he's had. It's Post-FANG so he's not here for any of this, but the Flock still thinks of him a lot, which I think is sweet 3
Me: I bet you can't wait to see what I have in store for you
Iggy: ...I think I can wait
Me: ;). Now for the wonderful disclaimer of disclaimingness!
Iggy: -facepalm- I'm going to do the disclaimer to make sure that you don't mess it up like you always do.
Disclaimer: Bell owns nothing. Squat. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Nothing. At all. Not even me. Especially not me. If she owned me I'd-
Me: Stop rambling! Alright guys, this one's about Angel and I think it's really cute. I hope you like it :)
Angel sat upright as more thunder echoed loudly through the house. She then brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight, resting her chin on her knees. There hadn't been a thunderstorm this big since she was about five years old at the old E-house, three years after they'd been rescued. Jeb had just left and she was afraid that the Whitecoats were going to come back and get her. She smiled sadly at the memory and buried her face in her covers. Fang had helped her that night...but now he was gone. And there was no one to help her this time.
Angel's lip trembled slightly as she pulled the covers tightly under her chin, clenching the fabric into bunches in her small hands. Another crack of thunder then lit up the sky in an amazing flash of light, followed by the low rumbling growl of thunder. Angel jumped slightly and then pulled the covers higher over her face. She was shaking, but she wasn't sure if it was from the freezing cold weather or because she was afraid. She was very afraid. Not only of the thunder, but also of whatever was concealing itself inside her closet. She knew that it sounded silly and illogical for her to think that there was something hiding in there that was going to get her, but she was still afraid. What if it was an Eraser? Or worse, a Whitecoat? She had just had a dream about a Whitecoat that had...
No, she thought angrily, don't think about that. There are no Whitecoats here at the E-shaped house. I'm safe here.
But as another flash of lightning illuminated the sky and the thunder followed right on cue, Angel began to question this. Were they really safe here? Or did Angel have a right to be scared?
The young girl glanced quickly over at Nudge's empty bed. She hadn't been able to sleep and had gone to lie down on the couch and watch TV to pass the time for a while. Angel knew this because she'd read her mind. She'd been getting very good at doing that and had been improving on her skill ever since Jeb had left them.
Angel jumped and gasped as the loudest boom of thunder that she'd ever heard seemed to rattle the whole frame of the house. Then, as the lightning struck again, Angel could have sworn that she saw a monster-like shadow creep across the wall. She held back a whimper and quickly pulled the covers right over her head, covering her golden curls. Suddenly, an evil laugh echoed loudly through her thoughts and she recognised it to be from one of the Whitecoats that she'd known back at the school. It was like her nightmare come to life as she saw him stand over her, laughing manically as she suffered a fate worse than death.
"Stop it," she whispered, holding her hands over her ears and burying her face in her blanket. "Stop it, stop it, stop it...LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Angel bolted up right in bed panting as she looked around the room. It was completely empty aside from Nudge's empty bed.
Angel's eyes darted over to the door, and she stared as the handle slowly began to turn full circle and the door slowly began to ease open with a loud creak.
"Angel?" The Whitecoats voice sneered from the doorway. "Angel."
"Go away!" She screamed burying her face in her knees. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
She felt tears streaming down her face and onto the blanket as she heard footsteps hurry across the floor and stop at her bed. Upon feeling a hand grabbing her shoulder she lay down and began to kick and scream. "DON'T TOUCH ME! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
"Angel! It's me, Fang! Ow!"
Angel stopped thrashing around and opened her pale-blue eyes to meet Fang's dark ones. It was Fang alright. He was standing over her looking very tired but also concerned. Angel sat up slowly and and then proceeded to cry as Fang wrapped his strong arms around her shaking body.
"Shh," he soothed, patting her back between her wings as she cried. "It was just a nightmare. We all have them. No one is going to hurt you. Not anymore."
Angel, who was staining Fang's dark shirt with her tears, nodded against his chest, closing her eyes tighter. "There's something in my closet, Fang. It wants to hurt me."
Fang loosened his grip on the small girl and looked down at her. Angel pried her face out of his shirt to meet his gaze and entered his thoughts, surprised to find that he didn't think it was silly at all and seemed to understand.
"We're just going to have to show this monster who's boss then, aren't we?" He said and stood up as another flash of lightning filled the room, which was cut off by more thunder.
"Do we have to?" Angel whispered, looking between Fang and the threatening closet.
"Come on, Ange," Fang said reassuringly. "After everything we've been through I don't think that a monster can hurt us."
Angel wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked away from the closet at Fang, who was holding a hand out to her.
"Okay," she whispered, taking his hand and reluctantly climbing out of bed.
She held Fang's hand in a deathgrip as the two winged kids silently walked over to the closet and stood in front of it.
"Alright," Fang said, placing a hand on the handle, "when I open the door, we'll tell him to go away and never bother you again, ok?"
Despite herself, Angel couldn't help but smile slightly at the way Fang was handling this. "Okay...but what happens if he doesn't go away?"
"Then we'll make him leave. He can't stay here." He paused. "You ready?"
Angel bit her lip, but nodded, turning to face the closet and holding Fang's hand tight.
"On three. One...two...three!"
Fang quickly yanked the door open, lightning and thunder clashed menacingly behind them, and the two birdkids stared into the gloom.
Nothing. Nothing was in there.
"Maybe you scared him away," she whispered, looking over her shoulder as if he may appear at any minute.
"Mr. Monster," Fang said loudly to be heard over the roar of the rain and thunder, "if you're still in here, I want you to go away and leave Angel alone. Otherwise, you have to answer to the two of us. And believe me, you don't want to mess with us."
If there was a monster in there, he didn't reply.
However, Iggy did.
"Fang! It's freaking three in the morning!" he shouted angrily from his room. "I may not be a monster but I swear that if you don't stop shouting I will not hesitate to attack you like one, dammit!"
"I love you too, Iggy!" Fang shouted back and Angel burst into a fit of giggles.
"Go. To. Sleep. Fang!" He replied, sounding furious and Angel held back more laughter as Fang smiled at her.
"Get some sleep before Iggy the monster comes in and attacks us both," he whispered as he led Angel back to her bed.
"I HEARD THAT!" Iggy shouted from down the hall.
You were supposed to, Angel thought at him, climbing into bed.
Fang pulled the covers up to her chin.
Angel smiled to herself as Fang left the room. She was glad that there wasn't a monster in her closet anymore, and knew that it would stay that way. Unless, of course, Iggy decided to go and live in there. Luckily that would never happen.
On that thought, she fell asleep.
Angel brought her head up from her knees and glanced over at the closet. She knew for certain that there was no monster in there now that she was older, but all the same, she wished that Fang was here to tell her that again. She needed to hear it.
"Goodnight, Mr. Monster," She whispered to the closet as she slowly sunk underneath the covers and rested her head on her pillow. "Goodnight, Fang."
Me: Well. That was more depressing than I intended it to be
Iggy: I am not a monster!
Me: Are too.
More Flock members to come if you want to keep reading! I hope that you do...
~Bell and Ig