A/N: You guys pushed me to write more. So, here it is. The first two parts are pretty sad, but the end is happy. The epilogue is based on "Bliss(I Don't Wanna Know)" by Hinder. There's a line from School's Out–Forever in this. See if you can find it. (It's not the exact line, but it's close enough for you to guess.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. I also deny owning Bliss(I Don't Wanna Know) by Hinder.

Epilogue - Bliss (I Don't Wanna Know)

Sam's bloody, unconscious form lay crumpled on the floor for three hours. The blood had stopped flowing by the time he awoke.

He sat up quickly, looking for his missing wife. 'Where did she go?' he wondered brokenly.

Sam and Max had a complex relationship. He loved her, but got angered easily. His anger got the best of him and he released his aggression on Max.

How could she leave him? She was all he had.

He lay in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably. His love, his life was gone. Maybe he had been too harsh on her...

Sam wouldn't accept that she was gone. He went outside, calling her name wildly. He stumbled through the surrounding woods. For hours he staggered through the foliage. His long search proved fruitless.

"I give up," he declared.

He always wondered what happened and why she left him for her brother.

Max was never forgotten. In fact, Sam turned to alcohol to extinguish her face, ever present. Etched into his mind for all eternity.

Samuel Jackson Martin died at age eighty-two. His last thought, last memory was of Max Walker Martin, his run-away wife.

Lissa shivered and rolled over in the bed, searching for Fang's warmth. When her hand only touched the cold sheets, she sat up, startled.

"Nick? Nick, where are you, honey?" she questioned, her voice quivering.

She jumped out of bed and ran through the house, searching for Fang. She entered the kitchen. 'I hope he isn't off cutting himself again.'

As her eyes danced around the kitchen, she spotted a note. It was ripped in multiple places. Dry blood decorated the once white paper. Through the mess, she could see Fang's script.

She began to reach for it, then pulled her hand back. "I don't even want to know. It'll hurt more to know why he left. This time, I don't think he'll ever come back." She picked up the note and threw it away.

Flashback

Fang grabbed a paper and scribbled a goodbye message to his not-so-beloved wife.

'Lissa-

I'm sorry I left you. I had to save Max.

Do you remember the girl that broke my heart so long ago? It was Max. I was in too much pain to tell you what really happened. But I will now.

We were hiding from scientists when I first met you. We left so Max could "save the world." It only took a year or so, but we did it. During that time, Max and I fell in love. I proposed and she said no. I stayed with them until she married Sam. I moved out, meeting you again a short time after. I admit it, I dated and married you to try to move on and forget Max. As you know, I never could.

Tonight she called and told me everything. I was faced with a decision. To remain with you and break the heart of the girl that broke mine, or to go with my love. I'm sorry that my happiness causes you pain.

You're a great woman. You'll move on. I know it.

Goodbye, Lissa.

-Nick'

He left the note on the table for Lissa to find. A few minutes later, he left forever, Max in his arms.

End Flashback

Lissa fell to the floor, a sobbing heap.

She was right. Her husband never returned.

Lissa lived her life going from boyfriend to boyfriend, afraid of commitment. She always wondered what was on the note, but figured it was best not to know.

Lissa Marie Reilly died at age forty- nine. She couldn't bear the thought of turning fifty, so she poisoned herself. Her life was based on looks. Being old and wrinkled was not an option. Even her lifeless body was beautiful at her funeral.

A fashionable end for a fashion- obsessed woman.

Max's POV

I woke up slowly, wanting to stay in my dream forever. Fang came and rescued me from Sam. He told me he still loved me. We even rented a hotel room for the night. That had to be the best dream I'd ever had.

I rolled over, trying to get back to sleep. Mid turn, I hit a warm body. It didn't feel like Sam. This person was smaller. I opened my eyes and saw Fang's sleeping form.

"Fang," I whispered, still half doubting my own eyes.

"Max," he said, mirroring my soft tone.

I rolled into his waiting embrace. He gently kissed me. It was the most love-filled kiss I had ever received.

"I love you, Max. I'm so sorry." Regret and love laced his words. It reminded me just how horrible I had been to him. I was filled with self-hatred. How could I have been so mean?

"No, Fang. I'm sorry. I can't believe I was so terrible to you. I love you so, so much. Please forgive me."

"Of course Max. You were forgiven as soon as you wronged. Wow. That sounds corny and Hallmark Card- ish."

I laughed. It's been so long since I actually laughed. It seemed foreign coming from my mouth.

"It isn't corny. That was beautiful. Thank you, Fang. I owe you everything and more."

His face went from humorous to serious in a millisecond. "You don't owe me anything. You're all I ever want." He sighed. "Again with the corniness."

"Aww, you can be as corny as you want to, Fangy." Fangy was my pet name for him, just as his for me was Maxy.

He flashed me one of his rare smiles. It was like the sun was coming out.

"Do you know how long it's been since I smiled?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. "Since that day on the beach, Maxy. You're my world, my sun, my life. I need you to function," he continued.

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. "I need you too, Fang. You can't imagine how many times I wished you would come back for me."

"I'm here now," he whispered softly in my ear.

He leaned down once more, pressing his warm lips to mine.

Right then, I didn't care about Sam. I didn't think about Lissa. Nothing but Fang. I knew that everything would be okay.

Now, my life is full of

Bliss.

I don't wanna know

about Sam, nor think about my brutal past with him.

Because my life is finally complete.

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