This is just an after-Fang oneshot that was eating my brain. Just so we're clear, this is NOT Miggy, nor will it ever be. It's more like a brother/sister relationship. There isn't enough of that in the books. Hope you enjoy!

During the days, she pretended that she was fine. How could she break down in front of the three younger kids? She couldn't. She had to be strong for those kids, those kids who were so much like her own.

Yes, during the days, she was a mother, and often found with two blonde haired children glued to her sides. Another girl who couldn't quite be called a teenager was usually curled up by her feet with red eyes. The days were times to comfort the three kids who were just too young to realize how she was breaking apart at the seams. Iggy realized that.

It was the nights that she would cry.

Every night, the oldest girl would go around and poke her head into everyone's door to make sure the house was asleep. Iggy would close his eyes, and slow his breathing so she would think he was lost to the land of the dreaming. He would listen until he heard her door brush against the plush rug before he grabbed his pillow and pressed it hard over his head in a futile effort to block out her sobs. Her heart-broken, dry heaves that echoed softly across the hall and through the cracks of Iggy's door.

Iggy hated the boy who forced the sound out of this girl across the hall. Iggy hated him for leaving, for breaking their leader. Iggy hated him when he heard this girl crying.

After weeks and weeks of hearing her scratchy voice in the morning and ignoring the obvious slur of sleep deprivation when she talked, Iggy couldn't stand it. He waited while she poked her head into the flocks room's, and closed her own door. Soon, the sobs started.

The blind boy threw his warm blankets of his body and forced himself out of the comfort of his bed. Softly tiptoeing, he made his way over to the door where he knew she was hiding.

He silently pushed open the door and took a cautious step inside. The girl's sobs echoed around the room and made it impossible to track her voice to a specific spot. She was all around him, pressing in like a wall of grief. Nothing but tortured sadness everywhere.

There was a break in the sound. "Go away Iggy," she said. The usual force she possessed was lost in the command, but it was enough even for him to find the bed.

Iggy could hear her taking deep breaths, in an attempt to compose herself, as he sat on the bed. The blankets shifted and soon something soft and warm rested itself on his shoulder. A flyaway hair tickled Iggy's nose.

-hic-

The hiccup bounced off of the walls and danced around the room.

"Oh Maxie," Iggy whispered.

And then she was sobbing into his neck and clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing holding her to the earth. Iggy wrapped his arms around her shaking body and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Shh, Max." He whispered. "Shh."

And so they sat together, late into the night, Iggy holding the girl tight as she cried her heart out onto his shirt. Together they sat, consoling each other. Together they let go and confided their pain to each other.

Fang, you left her broken. You left all of us broken in a time when we all needed you. Who were you helping when you chickened out on your family? Who did that benefit?

You left us, Fang.

-Iggy

I'm not sure how i feel about this. It was fun to write but... Not sure how much I like it.

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