A/N: Sup, MR fans! (Avians? Hybrids? Birds? The Flock? What do we call ourselves?)
So I started reading MR a few days ago, and promptly fell in frickin' LOVE with the series and I devoured all the books. However, after StWaOES, the books went downhill for me. I didn't mind TFW or MAX but FANG and ANGEL murdered the series, and Nevermore just plain out killed it IMHO.
One of my biggest disappointments in NM was that when Fang returned, Max was like, "Yay, let's throw a party and not ask questions about the guy who mysteriously reappeared after abandoning us for who-knows-how-long!" So this scene replaces the 'Welcome Cake' scene and is followed by the 'Fang and Dylan' scene. My first try at an MR fanfic. Alright, so read, review, and FAX ON! :)
UPDATE [as of 27 February 2013]: This story has been fully EDITED, with all spelling and grammatical errors being fixed. No major plot/story details have been changed. Apologies for any overlooked mistakes. Happy reading.
DISCLAIMER: If I had owned MR, the books would've ended after the third, and FAX would've been on every friggin' page. But alas, this is JP's, and as are the quotes from NM.
Fang detached himself from Nudge and looked up. Our eyes met, and just like that, my legs hurtled me forward and suddenly I was hugging him tightly. Fang's uninjured arm went around my shoulders.
"You came back," I whispered, hating the longing in my voice.
"Did you think I wouldn't?" he asked with a half smile that was infuriating and devastating and revealed nothing and everything at the same time.
A smile I had known all my life.
~Nevermore, Chapter 46
"Why are you here?" I asked in a hoarse voice as I finally managed to detach myself from his sweaty, grimy body.
He looked up in surprise. "What do you mean?"
I couldn't hold back an eye-roll, even through my euphoria. "What I mean is you literally freaking abandoned us, and now you're back, expecting us to go all la-di-da at your return! And I - want - to - know - why!"
My voice rose considerably as I punctuated each word with a poke at his well-toned chest. Knowing Fang, he would've probably taken my finger and snapped it in two, but right now, he looked exhausted. I mean, he freaking walked here after all.
He cast his dark eyes on me and I felt like melting on the spot.
. . .
Woah, hold it. Melting on the spot? What is wrong with me? Get a grip, Max.
"Long story," he said. "I'll tell you inside."
That answer did not satisfy me one bit, but I simply crossed my arms and beckoned him forward. But not before enveloping him in another quick hug. "Fine. Don't think you can escape it that easily," I whispered into his shoulder.
I heard Fang laugh softly and my world brightened.
When we managed to go inside (me attempting not to focus on Dylan's ever-present glares of doom. Read: attempting) Iggy came up with the absolutely brilliant idea of baking a Welcome Back cake for Fang because, after all: food eliminates all awkwardness.
But I ain't lettin' my prize slip away that easily.
"Sounds great, Ig. Why don't you get started?" I told him without skipping a beat as he opened his mouth to talk. Then I turned to Fang who seemed greatly interested in his blood-caked fingernails.
"You. Me. My room. Now." I jabbed a finger in the general direction. I heard a sigh and turned to find Dylan standing there, shaking his head before turning away.
'Cause that's what I ordered folks, a crappy love-triangle to spice things up. My life keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
As Fang trudged behind me to my room, I couldn't stop but remember one of those times Fang visited me in my room in Virginia and comforted me about my thoughts about the Eraser-Me and kissed me on the forehead and -
- Stay focused Max, the Voice intoned in it's greatly ominous tone. Don't let your thoughts stray that easily.
Yeah, yeah, whatever, I thought back as I plopped down on the bed to look up at Fang, who had his hands in his pockets.
Fang sighed, a deep breath that made me shiver, and began talking. "I came here because my Voice told me to."
Yeah, right, he came here 'cause his Voi-
Wait a minute, his what?
"Your . . . Voice?" I asked in disbelief. I'd known that the Flock may have heard their's once or twice but since when did Fang have one? I mean it's not like you can shoplift them from Walmart or something.
He nodded grimly. "Yeah, after the gang split and the battle, I heard a Voice and the Voice told me to come here. To," Fang hesitated before continue, "to find you. To go home to Max because she needed me more than ever. You, that is."
My heart and head went in overdrive as I digested that itsy bitsy piece of info.
And then the rest of the sentence registered and my head snapped up. "Wait, your gang split? And what battle?"
He took a deep breath and began telling me everything. He told me from the morning he woke up with Maya (a twinge of annoyance surged through me, but was replaced by guilt as I thought about Dylan), to the betrayal of Star and Kate (stupid little [insert choice of insult here]s), to the reappearance of Ari (which we already knew, thank you very much), and about Maya.
". . . when I reached her, I - I knew it was too late and she . . . she died in my arms." He paused for a while and for the first time in my life, I thought I saw tears in Fang's eyes.
"Oh, God, Fang . . . " I stood up and - without hesitation - wrapped my arms around him. He felt so warm and so . . . familiar. I felt his arms encase me as well.
"It was like watching you die," he murmured into my hair, which admittedly felt awfully nice. "It was like watching my entire world fall apart, right there and then."
I felt a lump in my throat, feeling guiltier and guiltier by the moment. I thought back to Dylan, thinking about what happened in the tree-house mere hours ago, when rather abruptly my mind flashed back to the kisses I had shared with Fang and how much I . . . loved . . . him.
Oh, crap, this is really not my domain.
I pulled myself away from him."That's it, huh?"
He nodded and his eyes connected with mine and suddenly I felt myself blushing, hard. Fang cocked his head to the side and I saw a crooked smile spreading across his face.
"What?" I asked, part irritated and part pleased because Fang's smiles can both light up the world, and give me a heart attack. Either or.
"You seem . . . different," he said, "Almost . . . lighter. Happier or something."
"Was that a compliment?" I snorted dismissively. Was he implying I looked pretty? Beautiful? "A person changes in several months, Fang."
And just like that, my annoyance and anger at him for abandoning us - me included - came flooding back and I shoved him. Hard.
No matter how injured, Fang recoiled immediately - by natural instinct, no doubt - and I found myself against the wall, the wind knocked out of me as his hands tightened around my wrists.
Usually at this point I would've been attacking back but my freaking emotions (gah) made me shout, my voice rising high.
"Fang, you little son of a - "
"Max, you know I had no choice," he cut off swiftly. "It was for your safety."
I couldn't hold back a sardonic laugh. "Oh, for my safety? You freaking abandoned us, Fang! First we lost Angel and then I thought," my voice began to break as I realized hot tears were welling up in my eyes, "then I thought we lost you! Do you know how difficult it was for me? Did you give a damn about us? Did you know how many times I freaking prayed that you'd come back? You left us, Fang, I'll never forgive you for that. Ever."
He looked at me for a long time and I felt my tears spill, hot against my cheeks. Oh, God, I've been crying more than usual.
Then without a word, he brushed a piece of hair from my face and I felt him cup my cheek, stroking it gently.
"I did give a damn," Fang whispered, in a soft voice most un-Fang-like. "I gave more than a damn. When I left, I wanted to come back, everyday. The reason I came back was for you, Max. No one else. Not to save the world. Not to heal my injuries. But for you. You're my world, Max. You should know that."
And as I was assaulted with images of Dylan and me which dissipated into Fang and me, he slowly leaned forward and I felt my world wink shut.
His lips was mere millimeters from mine; so close I could feel his minty breath against my cheek, his soft gaze locked to me. I closed my eyes, savoring him and wanting nothing more than to -
We both nearly jumped out of our skin, and Fang's hand almost immediately dropped from my cheek.
And that was when I turned slightly and bit back a groan.
Standing there with awkward grins as wide as Christmas were Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy.
I had left the door open, dang it.
No Dylan at least, thank, freaking God.
"Uh . . . Cake's ready," Iggy said as he bit back a bigger grin. Blind as he may be, I'm sure anyone could've sensed the presence of tension here.
"Is everything okay?" Nudge asked as she stuck her head through the door/ "We heard shouting," she said uncertainly.
I moved away from Fang and quickly wiped away any residue of tears on my face.
"It's fine," I said, dabbing my eyes. "I'll be right there."
They nodded and skedaddled outta there like a bunch of cartoon characters (which they were, if I may mention). I turned to Fang, hoping for anything and everything. He just shrugged and walked through the door, towards the ever-wafting smell of freshly baked chocolate cake.
As he left, I felt like screaming in frustration, taking off in the middle of the night to clear my mind off this complicated love crap.
And that's exactly what I did.
A/N: That's it! I hoped you liked it, I tried to keep it as in-character as possible. All typos are mine, btw. Was it good? Feedback is appreciated tons and you, yes, you reading this right now, I beg you to REVIEW. Please, it takes a few seconds, tops. So thanks for reading, check out and R&R my other PJO, HP, and HG stories and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. Fax on! :)
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