Short Scene in Maximum Ride I would love to happen.

If you've ever read the books Maximum Ride, this is a short fanfiction, just how I'd like Fang and Max to get back together. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT, DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE!

“Iggy, am I doing this right?” I ask while I bread the chicken.

“I really don't think there's a way to do it wrong, and how should I know? I'm blind.” He says.

“I know you're blind, Ig, but you were always the cook, by some miracle.”

“Well, now that you're going to be a housewife, it's time for you to learn.” He laughs. My cheeks get hot.

“I'm not going to be a housewife I'm too awesome for that.” I protest. The doorbell rings. Dylan looks at me confused, I shrug as I go to open the door. I turn the knob and open it, and who stands on the other side of the door practically makes me cry. I don't cry often. The whole house goes silent as we stare at him. He's changed since he was fourteen, obviously, now that he's 25. His hair is still shaggy and always in his eyes, which are still dark and seem to stare into your soul. He's taller, something we didn't think was possible, because he was around 6 feet back then, he has a little stubble on his chin and jaw, just like he hasn't shaved in a while. He still sports a leather jacket and his wings poke out from it a bit, still the same glossy black.

“Fang?” Angel breathes, coming up next to me. She's grown to be absolutely beautiful, like we always knew she would, of course. Her blond hair is longer and thicker now, so it's not curly but wavy, her blue eyes are now brimming with tears.

“Hi guys.” He says. I put my hands in my hair, pushing it back because I feel like my head's going to explode, not in the head splitting headache ways that used to rack my brains and turn them to soup, but just because he's here. His eyes flick to my left hand and he stiffens, seeing the quite large diamond ring on it.

“Well, um, come in. You're just in time for dinner.” Angel says, being more hospitable than I planned on being.

“What?” I hiss.

“It's Fang! A member of our flock, of course he's coming in.” Angel, always the rational seven year old, is now the rational seventeen year old.

“Fine.” I growl, not really all that happy with the idea.

“FAAAAANNNNGGGG!” Nudge screams, running to him and squeezing him in a battle move we call the 'Nudge hug' it renders your opponent immobile. “Why did you leave for so long? That wasn't even fair! But it's okay, you're back now. We've missed you soooo much! Can you believe how old you are? We haven't seen each other since you were fifteen and I was twelve! You're a really sucky hugger, you know that? But it's okay, I make up for it with my major skillage.”

“You haven't changed much.” Fang laughs. Nudge was always the loud, talky one. She releases him, grinning even though a few tears slip down her cheeks. Dylan gets up, “Hey man.” He says, shaking Fang's hand as he takes mine possessively.

“It's been a while.” Fang says, “You've done good on your job.”

“Always planned on it.”

“Okay, the amount of testosterone flaring in here is choking, so if you two could separate...” I say, pushing them apart from each other. “You're practically growling!” I laugh, forced. “And don';t you dare start marking your territory. We may have animal genes, but not wolves.”

“Max, the chicken's burning.” Iggy lets me know.

“Thank god for your nose.” I say, opening the oven to take it out.

“It's a blessing and a curse.” He laughs, directing his unseeing gaze to the Gas-Man, who isn't in a very joking mood, just staring at Fang in some sort of awe.

“Everyone go into the dining room, the food will be out in a minute.” I say, cutting the chicken and putting it on a serving plate with some lemon wedges. Ella puts the mashed potatoes in a serving bowl.

“Are you okay?” She whispers, rubbing my arm.

“Other than the fact I may barf? Yeah, I'm okay.” I reply, bringing the food into the dining room where its oddly silent and tension filled. Dylan and Fang are staring at each other like their eyes might kill the other person if they try hard enough.

Surprise, surprise.

Dylan gets up to help me with the food I'm balancing and takes my mouth in his, kind of for a long time and kind of in an obscene way, the way if I caught Angel kissing her boyfriend I'd probably have him neutered. With a kitchen knife. When he pulls away, then tension in the room has exceeded boiling point, like my blood.

“The hell?” I whisper.

“What? I can't kiss my fiance?” He asks. I hate being mad at him, he's my perfect other half! Literally, scientists created him to be perfect.

“Not in public when it's like that!” I reply. “We'll talk about that later.” We sit down at the table and start eating, the whole room silent, until Gazzy farts.

“Gazzy! Come on!” Nudge protests, pinching her nose closed.

“Hit the floor!” Iggy yells, laughing. We all dive below the toxins produced in Gazzy's butt. When we come back up to the dinner table we're all laughing.

“Is it weird that I've missed that?” Fang laughs.

“Yes, yes it is.” Iggy replies.

The tension seems to lift a little and we hold conversations while eating.

“Well, it's boy's turn for the dishes tonight, Fang, you might as well join in, unless your not a boy anymore. Who knows what happens after ten years.” I say. Guilt trip, oh yes. Nudge, Angel, Ella and I get up and move to the living room.

“I'm gonna take a bubble bath, maybe tape my head together to keep it from splitting.” I announce, heading upstairs. I turn on the bath and pour half of the bottle of bubble soap into it. I step into the scalding water and sigh in relief.

Can I just drown in this?

Please?

I wash my hair and body and then sink down into the water, taking a deep breath before going under. I stay there for a minute and let the gills show up. The reason it's not possible for me to drown, d****t. I haven't used them in a while. Suddenly I'm being taken out of the water.

“What the hell?!” I yell.

“Were you trying to drown yourself?” Dylan asks.

“I have gills! Remember?!” I scream, covering myself up.

“Oh, c'mon, I've seen you naked.” He says.

“Yeah, but I'm mad at you, so you don;t get the privilege.”

“Why are you mad at me? All I did was kiss you.” He says.

“But you did it to make Fang mad and you did it like that in front of everyone! You know I hate PDA.” I explain.

“I was just kissing my fiance! I don't think that's a crime!” He says.

“Please let me finish my bath in peace.” I say, closing my eyes and trying to shut out the world.

I'm getting ready for bed, Dylan's sleeping on the couch, we're both still mad. I pull on my pajama shorts and tank top when the door opens.

“No, Dylan, I'm still mad.” I say before I look up from brushing my hair. “Oh, hi Fang. What do you need?” I ask, when I realize it's him. He closes the door behind him and walks up to me.

“You, Maximum, you.” He whispers and then kisses me, so full of longing, of misery, it practically breaks my heart.

I wake up and my memories flood back to me. I let a loud swear leave my lips and I turn over to wake Fang up, only to find a note.

I'm sorry.

I feel a breeze and look over to see the window is open and a black feather lays on the windowsill.

“I'm going to hell.” I groan covering my face with my hands and wings. Then the tears come. I wrap myself in a robe and walk downstairs. No one else is awake.

“Dylan, wake up.” I whisper, wiping my cheeks.

“What's wrong?” He asks when he opens his eyes and sees my tear stained cheeks.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Um, last night- I-” A sob rips through my chest, “- I cheated on you, Dyl. With Fang.”

“You kissed him?”

“Don't be so naïve, you know what cheated means.” I wipe my eyes with my sleeve.

“How could you? Max, how could you?” He asks, his voice getting louder.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” I yell, unable to see.

“After all I've done! I loved you, Max! I still do! We're engaged! And you CHEATED ON ME?!” He roars. The others have all come to listen to what's going on, but I'm too emotional to care. “WHERE IS HE? I'M GONNA KILL HIM!”

“HE'S GONE, DYLAN! HE LEFT!” I scream at the top of my lungs, the tears flowing freely down my face.

“I'm going to find him, and make sure he never comes back.” Dylan growls and walks out of the house, already untucking his wings. I sink to the floor and put my head in my hands and just wail. The flock has never seen me cry like this.

Maybe when Fang first left.

Nudge walks over to me and wraps her arms around me while I rock back and forth, sobbing loudly into her shoulder.

“He'll come back, he'll come back.” Nudge whispers.

“Not for another ten years!” I scream.

“Max, I meant Dylan.” I'm supposed to be crying over Dylan, not Fang. But I am crying over Dylan, I love him. I do.

“Can I be alone for a while?” I ask between sobs. I hear their footsteps leaving and I end up falling asleep on the couch, breathing in Dylan's scent, wishing he was here.

I wake up and I'm being carried.

“Go back to sleep, Max.” Dylan says, his voice dejected. I hug him tights and one more tear squeezes out of my eyes before I drift back off into blackness.

I stare at the little blue plus sign, my breath stopped midway through my windpipe. No. No, god, please no. My hand flies to my stomach. Flat, but not for long. The plus sign mocks me, taunting me with it's positiveness. Damn optimists. I walk out of the bathroom in shock, and still holding the pregnancy test.

“Morning, Max.” Dylan says, sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee with the others, Angel frantically finishing her math homework. “What's that?” He asks, the coffee mug stopped halfway to his lips.

“I'm pregnant.” I choke. There's silence. “It's Fang's.”

“I'm done.” Dylan says, standing up. “I'm done with you.” He walks out of the door and slams it. It rattles the whole house.

“He's not coming back this time.” I say.

“You're really having a baby?” Angel whispers, her mouth open. I nod, my eyes closed, feeling like I might vomit.

Nudge whispers, possibly the shortest thing she's ever said, and quietly, “Max, it's okay. Dylan was made for you, Fang was meant for you.”

I'm here. Like he said, 20 years since the day he left, on the mountain. We didn't think any of us would live this long, but we're all alive and I don't see any signs that we're dying. I definitely don't plan to, anyway. Life just has to stick with me, sorry, you'll be rid of me eventually.

“Momma, I'm hungry.” Zach says, landing in front of me after exploring with his twin sister, Katie.

“We'll get McDonald's after this, okay? And then we'll go home and Nana will make cookies with you guys, okay?”

“Okay!” He smiles, a sweet one, not like the mischievous one Gazzy taught him to make when he does something bad, or farts.

Which is also very, very bad.

I look up and see something, and my heart jumps to my throat. Fang. His dark wings beat against the air as he heads toward us.

Katie walks up behind me silently, scaring the poo out of me like always.

“Is that who we're here for?” She asks, tucking her black wings into her jacket.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a whisper. Fang lands silently, taking in the sight of me. When I was fourteen, I thought he was hot.

And boy, do I still.

“Are they yours?” He asks, referring to my children.

“What? I don't get a hello?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips and shifting my weight. He shakes his head, the corners of his lips turning up in a very Fang-like smile, “Same old Max.” He laughs. “And I guess, more importantly, are they Dylan's?” He asks, after.

“What? You don't see the family resemblance? Katie's oddly quiet you know, sneaks up on me a lot, scares me half to death. Her wings are black too, you know. And Zach's eyes are really dark, almost black. I can't even see the pupils.” Zach comes out from behind me and looks up at Fang. Fang takes a startled step backward, almost falling off the ledge. His face mirrored on my child stares back at him.

“...How?”

“Oh you know how. But I'm not ready for them to know. But if that's not what you meant, then ten years ago, you came back. For that one night. One night was all I had, and it only took that one night and a confession to make Dylan run away. God knows where he is now.” I laugh a cold, mirthless laugh. “And you left me with freaking winged babies. Twins, freaking twins. Oh-” I chuckle, “-I swore at you a lot those relentless hours of,” I turn to the kids, “cover your ears guys, of PUSHING FRICKING BABIES OUT OF MY FRICKING VAGINA!”

“He's our dad?” Zach asks quietly, staring up at his father.

“Yeah, he is.” I reply, not looking at them.

“Pretty sucky one, if you ask me.” Katie says, jumping off the cliff and flying away, her black wings glinting in the hot sun. Fang looks like he's been slapped. Zach, always the sweeter of the two, runs up to him, hugs Fang's legs quickly.

“Hi Daddy.” He murmurs, and then flies off after his sister, wiping his cheek with his sleeve.

“Why didn't you come find me?” He asks after a moment of tension filled silence.

“We didn't know this, but parenting is a full time job. Not just pop it out, get your money and go, and jeez they're homework is hard, and they're only ten!”

“Summer vacation.” He tries.

“I don;t know about you, but I have a job.” I spit.

“I know, you star in movies, generally about the flock's lives. They're all grown up.”

“Yeah, actors are hard to find to play you, no one's quite... dark enough.” I say.

“Max, I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, your note told me.” I spit, turning away from him and sitting down in the cave, so similar to the one we kissed in, and then I launched myself off a cliff because I was, am, that awkward.

“It was a mistake, what we did that night.” He whispers. I whirl on him and march up to him, getting close to his face, though not to kiss him, like I so desperately want to, but instead I'm seething with rage.

“Don't you ever call my children a 'mistake'.” I growl.

“I didn't mean that! I-I-” He sputters.

“You never were one for words.” I laugh.

“No, it's just really hard to talk when all I want to do is kiss you.”

“Well, we better get that over with huh? 'Cause I want to hear some pretty awesome excuses.” I barely have time to finish my sentence before he grabs my shirt collar and brings me to him, our lips colliding in a world shattering kiss. All my anger I was going to use just melts away and all I can think about is Fang. Fang, my Fang.

“Gross.” Zach says, also having perfected the silent technique. Or maybe my heart is pounding too loudly. We break apart, my fingers trembling with my left over rage and new found breathlessness.

“Does that mean he's going to live with us now?” Katie asks.

“If you're okay with that.” He replies, looking at her with a certain light in his eyes I don't think I've ever seen before. Maybe when Angel was little and he looked at her.

Katie nods.

Author's Note

reviews please!
This is just how I'd like them to get back together.

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

OH MY GOD YESSSSS!!! I'm not one for fanfics, ever, but this is incredible. I'm really waiting to get Nevermore, since it's the last book I need, but if something liie this happened I would be torn between being happy that Fang and Max got back together, as I'm completely on that boat rather than for Dylan, and hating Fang for being so terrible as a family member and for leaving them for so long. Brilliant write. Thank you.

[Nix is typing...]

I know you wrote this forever ago and you're probably not even gonna see this comment, but I absolutely love this fanfiction. When Max and Fang actually did end up having a baby girl (Phoenix) she did mostly take after Fang, looks-wise (see in HAWK by James Patterson) but she got her attitude from Max. Hawk is the last book of Maximum Ride written so far released on July 2020, but there may be more, who knows with James Patterson. (No hate, I love his writings) I love that you gave this a more adult pov than James did when he wrote the books, but I get why he did that since the book was meant for general audiences, the teen stuff mostly flew over some kids' heads. I fell in love with the Maximum Ride book when I was in 6th grade, well, I read the first Manga book but I had no clue there were more. Now I'm seventeen and I've picked up Maximum Ride again and finished the series in a little over six months (given school and whatnot). Now that the entire series is over, I've been looking for fanfiction about different versions of Max's life because Max's been with me for the last half-year and I needed more. And I love, love, love this one!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story. My son loved the series of this book. I like the fast pace and action in the story. Good description gave life to character and the storyline. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[My~Beautiful~Despair]

I just love it...thats all i can say

[Abbie]

Awwwww! that was amazingly cute! and you wrote everyone perfectly!!!!! :D and have you read Nevermore, the last Maximum Ride book? It's amazing! :)

[Sophie]

no i ordered it tho

[Abbie]

muahahaha! I own it! XD

[Harley (arbiter)]

an idea in my mind. dylan could find maya if all that up there happened. like there could be a new book. though i think james said no more new books :/ eh anyway awesome! that actually was good. having read all the books in the series i could visualize all this perfectly. you have the characters down too . good job

[Sophie]

thanks, I planned to switch to Dylan's POV at one point... but I forgot lol

[A.C. Davis]

Hahaha, you nailed the characters of Maxim Ride perfectly, but I got to admit thinking of the flock all grown up and with children somewhat wierds me out, but it was still very good! I think my favorite line in this was, "PUSHING FRICKING BABIES OUT OF MY FRICKING VAGINA!" Nice fan fiction, keep up the good work :)

[Sophie]

it was weird to write! Angel, SEVENTEEN? I kept writing her like she was little and then having to backspace it all XD

[A.C. Davis]

XD hahaha