A/N: I know I should be updating Harry's Reaction. I'm really sorry! I also know that I promised an update for like 3 weekends ago. . . but that kind of fell through. See, I had the file on my computer, but then it crashed and the file got lost. Now I'm dealing with writer's block (dreaded WB) trying to get back what I lost. But, I am going to get a little plot bunny out of my head. This might be a multi chapter fic, I'm not sure yet. Reviews will help me decide, and help motivate me once I decide. Here it is!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride. The wonderfully fabulous James Patterson does.

CLAIMER: I do however, own the Penk idea (at least I haven't read it anywhere else on this site so I'm claiming it as mine.) and this plot. Don't steal it. I will be mad and will report you. I don't accept plagarism. It's a crime.

Maximum Ride was sitting there, beside her best friend/boyfriend. Fang was currently laying on a hospital-type bed in Dr. Valencia Martinez's back room in her Arizona house. He was hooked up to an IV, and a heart monitor. At first he had been hooked up to oxygen, too, but Max had opened her mother's eyes to why that was a bad idea. She had told Dr. Martinez that Fang's lungs (and air sacs) were made to handle enviroments with low oxygen supply, so pumping pure oxygen into his system was just making it harder for him to breathe. It took a minute for Valencia to conceed, but she eventually caved when she realized the truth.

As Max sat there, she recounted what had happened. . .

They were surrounded. About 50 to 60 Penks had them closed into the clearing they had been hiding out in. Penks were the newest nightmare thought up by the whitecoats. They were essentially shapeshifters. Apparently, they not only could look like normal humans, but they could also morph into any animal they wanted. Most of them prefered the wolf form, but it was still varied.

Max and Fang had immediately taken the fighting stance that was the norm for them. Nudge lept up with a slight squeak that was almost inaudible; Gazzy and Angel stood back to back looking around. It took Iggy a few seconds longer than everyone else to notice what was going on, but as soon as he did, he pulled out a device from his pocket.

Max had the feeling that it was another one of his explosives, but since they were in a slight predicament, she didn't pay any real attention to it.

The Penks started to attack, and the Flock went into full fight mode. Some serious butt-kicking proceeded, and resulted in one of the Penks (the lead, from what Max could tell. She also deduced that his name was "Clayne.") was circling Fang. The two males were giving each other menacing glares.

"That chick over there is pretty hot. Do ya think she'd like me?" Clayne chuckled as he tilted his head, indicating that he was speaking about Max.

"You stay away from her." Fang sneered darkly, his face tilted down so he looked deadly. Max knew that no one in their right mind should cross him when he was in a mood like that.

"And what will you do if I don't?" Clayne challenged.

"THIS!" Fang yelled, charging at the snake-morphed Penk. Fang punched Clayne in the mouth, making the Penk's face whip sideways with a crack.

Next, Fang (who was not in the mood to be messed with, and had so much adrenaline pumping through his veins, could probably punch through a brick wall) brought his left foot up and kicked Clayne right in the chest. Clayne staggered backwards. Apparently, he wasn't as durable as the Flock were.

However, Fang wasn't counting on some of the other Penks attacking him while he dueled with the leader. Two other of the creations (one was morphed into a wolf-human, and the other was in a fox-human) came up behind Fang and the wolf-Penk grabbed one of his wings and pulled it. Fang fell back and was pinned to the ground by the Penks.

Clayne had recovered from Fang's assault. He strutted over and stood over Fang. He snarled.

"Well, well, well. You are fun to fight. Maybe you'll be a good cook, too."

Max stood there watching, absolutely helpless. She had been trapped by the Penks, along with the rest of the Flock. When she tried to struggle her way out, she just got clobbered over her shoulder, resulting in an ominous crack and searing pain. She suspected that her collar bone was fractured or at least dislocated. After that she didn't try to get free. Her shoulder hurt to much, and everytime it was jostled she got a lightning strike of pain shoot from her clavicle to her brain.

She had been confused when Clayne said "Maybe you'll be a good cook, too." but she soon found out the meaning.

The lead Penk (who seemed to favor the Snake-Human form) took a knife from a case that had been in his pocket. The blade was long and glinted in the sunlight. The handle was shorter than the blade, and had intricate patterns carved onto it. It was intimidating just to look at.

Fang eyed the knife apprehensively and sweat visibly broke out on his brow.

"We'll see how well you can make a meal." Clayne chuckled as he talked. He walked forwards, closer and closer to where Fang was still pinned down.

Max! That mean Penk guy is gonna stab Fang! Angel's voice appeared in Max's head. She didn't immediately respong to the six--- I'm seven! --- seven year old, but she did take closer notice to the meaning of Clayne's words. He was going to make a meal out of Fang.

And that brought them there. Clayne had stabbed Fang in the side, and Max and Iggy had brought him back to Dr. Martinez's by air. It wasn't easy to carry him, even with their combined strength. Mainly because of his wound. He had to be positioned a certain way.

Once they had come in, Valencia took him to the back room (where she had a whole lab hidden. It was part of a home veternary thing, but for the Flock it doubled as safe medical care) and cleaned him up. She did a X-Ray, and stitched the cut. Fang had gotten lucky, extremely lucky, in the fact that the blade of the knife had missed his major organs in the area. And in the fact that he can have blood given to him by Max, Iggy, and Nudge.

After she worked on Fang and before she let anyone back to see him, she patched everyone else up. It turned out that Max had a broken collar bone, which was fixed by a sling. Her mom set the bone (which had already began to heal, thanks to the Flock's sped up healing.) and then she had to wear the sling for about a week. Then she'd be as good as new. That was pretty much it for the major injuries. None of the others had more than a couple of bad scrapes to worry about.

Max had been so deep in her reverie, that she hadn't noticed at first the knock.

"Max?" Dr. Martinez came in through the sound-proof door. "Are you okay?"

Max looked up at her mom. Max's face was pale and worried, even though she was trying not to show it.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. Fang just doesn't like to be left alone." Max lied. For one, she wasn't fine exactly and for two, Fang liked his alone time just as much as he liked his music.

"Ok, that's great. Now tell me the truth." One thing Max inherited from her biological mother was that no one could fool her. Or her mom. So Valencia instaneously knew that Max was lying.

"I'm worried about him. He's gotten hurt in that side before. Ari, an old Eraser, had scratched him up pretty bad. He had to have surgery. Now he gets stabbed." Max sighed, resting her head on Fang's arm that didn't have any IV's in it. He was in a induced coma, for medical purposes.

"He'll be fine, though, Max. We can wake him up tomorrow, most likely with you guys's regenerative abilities. The stab wasn't that bad. It probably looked worse than it was. He didn't even need any surgery." Valencia reassured her eldest daughter.

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Trust me. I've not only been through veternary school, but also medical school for humans, too."

Max just looked back at Fang and nodded. She couldn't really pinpoint why she was so worried or upset about this. Sure, Fang was now her boyfriend and she realized that she had feelings for him (strong feelings) but she didn't know why this was bothering her so much. Fang was a strong person, and she had confidence that her mom knew what she was doing. But Max couldn't help but worry. She hated it though. She was reacting like. . . well, like a normal teenage girl.

But I'm not a normal teenage girl. She thought, her eyes filled with nothing but Fang's sleeping face. He was peaceful, for once. There wasn't really an emotion on his face, but more of a serene look. It was kind of odd to see that look on Fang's face.

Oh, come off it, Max! I can read both of you guy's thoughts. You love each other. Not just like. Angel's thoughts once again bombarded Max's head.

Angel. Stop invading. Haven't you heard of a little thing called privacy? Max couldn't help but be a little snappish.

Actually I have. And I was just sayin'. Cause ya know he's dreamin' of you right now. Angel projected a mental image of her shrugging into Max's brain.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Max imagined herself rolling her eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Valencia asked, waving her hand in front of Max's face.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just talking with Angel. She's a telepath, you know." Max covered up smoothly. Of course, she had had alot of practice with it.

"Okay." It was a mark of how tolerant Valencia was when she didn't look at Max like she was a total lunatic. "Well, I'm going to go help Iggy with dinner. He's a great cook, but he it still makes me a little nervous with a blind guy in my kitchen. Nothing against Iggy, of course. If you need me, just use that phone over there. As soon as you pick it up, the house phone will ring. I have it set on a special ringer so I'll know it's you." Dr. Martinez got up and pointed to the generic-looking black wall phone as she spoke.

"I will." Max said, turning in her chair towards her mom.

"Kay." And with that, Max was left alone with Fang.

Mwuhahahahah! Ok, I have decided that there's going to be another chapter. Maybe just one more, maybe more. Depends on the feedback I get. So motivate me! Review and I'll write! Thankies 3

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