GO THE FAX! Although I do prefer SANG…

Nudge: What's Sang?

Sam: AHH! Where the hell have you guys been?

N: Well, we are NOT trying to find the next Itex headquatres…*wink*

S: Riiiiiiight. Anywho... Sang is Sam + Fang! Isn't it fantastic?!

N: It's better than Fam.

S: Hear, hear!

This FAX one-shot is a little bit angsty than usual. I was inspired by wild-sunshine's Figgy fic.

N: Figgy…?

S: Fang and Iggy.

N: AAAHH! That's gross!

Oh, and Happy Halloween! Going to my friends place tonight. Chyeeeaahhh

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"You are so FULL OF IT!" I practically shouted. Why was he making things so difficult? What the hell did I ever do to him?

"Oh sure, Max. I'm full of it. You're the one who just about begged the rest of us to stay in this dump while you and Ella can go to school and do all that girl-chat you've always wanted." Fang snapped back at me in an icy tone.

"That's not the only reason and you know it. I want to stay to New York permanently because it seems like the right thing to do. And New York is far from a dump!"

I hated it when we fought like this. Over stupid and meaningless things. Sometimes I even wondered how we could've ever been so shallow.

"God Max! I can't-" Fang pressed his lips together and held up his hands. "You know what? I don't have to fight with you. I have better things to do with my time. It's not my fault anyway that our leader has lost all skills to be a role model. I have no idea why Jeb wanted you to save the world. You're nothing."

I just stood there, letting his words sink in. It was the longest thing Fang had ever said in a while – it was just a shame he had to say that.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I am nothing. And I don't know why Jeb chose me anyway.

Now I felt like a huge hole has been punched through my chest (*sigh* Yes, I got that from the New Moon trailer =_=). Fang never spoke to me like that before. Not since… well I can't really think of a time. I suppose when I chose Ari over him and we split up. But this was a little different. When he spoke to me, his voice was filled with a dreary confidence that he was telling the truth. And I hated it.

We both just stood there in silence, avoiding eye contact. I had no idea what he was thinking about, let alone what he was feeling.

So I broke the silence – even if I didn't want to. "You're right Fang." I started to speak, but just over a whisper. "I am nothing – worthless really. I try to be something I'm not and it doesn't seem to work that well."

I finally looked up at him with courage built into my system. He was giving me an intense stare. But it wasn't full of anger and frustration. It was filled with regret. "Max…" Fang said softly.

"Max, forget what I said. I didn't mean it." His words were nothing now compared to what he said before.

"But you mean everything you say." Oh crap, I was going to cry wasn't I? I felt prickles of water start to enter my eyes.

Fang stepped closer to me now. "You know I didn't mean it. I was just angry and stupid."

"I think you should go." I suddenly said, once again looking at the floor, seeing my tears fall on the carpet."

"Max, c'mon…"

"Just go!" I shouted at him, tears now visible on my face.

But he wouldn't move an inch. Fang wanted to stay here. Well I wouldn't let that happen.

"Fine." I said sharply. "If you won't go, I will."

I was power walking to my front door, not looking back at Fang. As soon as I was out, I slammed the door behind me and found the closest room there was.

I ran into a corner and knelt down and just cried.

I hated how the burden was always on me. To be perfect; to make good choices. Sometimes I just wanted to have a semi-normal life. If that was possible. And I didn't need Fang to tell me what I already knew.

Creeeeeeeeek.

My eyebrows raised and I looked up, out of my lap. The door was opening, but I couldn't see who it was.

"Max…" Fang. But I didn't think he could see me. He was just talking to himself. "I'm sorry…" He sat down on the bed, face in his palms.

A few minutes just sitting there, Fang got up and spun around in my direction.

"Aah!" He yelped, nearly falling on air. "Max?"

"Oh, this is your room." I replied softly. "Sorry, I'll go." I stood up quickly and walked to Fang's door. But he had other plans.

Fang almost jumped towards the door and blocked my way to get down the stairs.

"Fang c'mon, I don't want to talk." But it was no use. Like a rock, he just stayed in that position looking at me intently.

"Why not?" Fang asked me gently.

"Because I just-" I cut off mid-sentence when I noticed how close we were. His shaggy dark hair was slightly touching my neck, making the hairs stand up. Our bodies were so close that only a sheet of paper would just fit between us.

I drew in a shaky breath and managed to barely swallow.

"Just… what?" Woah, now he was doing this on purpose. Fang's breath lingered on my neck as I started into his eyes.

Slowly, his hand came up and gently brushed my cheek, to pull a strand of hair away. I swear I stopped breathing for a second.

"Max…" Fang whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry."

My desire for Fang got the better of me then. It was too late to turn back now. "Well don't tell me." I said back to him. "Show me."

His eyes widened when I said that, probably perplexed. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist swiftly and leaned in closer to me. "I love you." Fang whispered.

While saying that, his lips brushed past mine and I couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing the back of his hair, I pushed him towards me and kissed him.

I felt his chest do a sigh of relief as he pulled me closer to him. Now every line of me was on every line of him. Fang grunted in my mouth as our tongues started to dance around each other.

It was pure heaven. And I don't replace things with heaven that much.

Then, his rough hands slowly slid up my back and gently held the back of my shoulders. We thankfully pulled apart, because I needed to catch my breath.

"I just… wanna try something." Fang slurred out, his breath sounding ragged.

Confusion hit me and I just looked at him.

Slowly, his head swooped under my neck and began a trail of kisses. My heart was pounding harder now, I swear it was going to burst.

Fang made his way up to my collarbone and nipped the excess skin. "Mmm…" I replied, biting my lower lip.

Every time his mouth touched my skin and burst of fire opened up. Soon he was kissing vividly on my cheekbone then near my lips.

I turned my head slightly to capture his lips with mine again. He smirked against my mouth and his hands now crept down to my legs. Usually this is where I would smack him over the head. But in this case, I didn't mind so much.

He grabbed my lower thigh and hitched it onto his hip. Another groan escaped his mouth and I sighed in peace.

Now this was the greatest apology he'd ever given.

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WOAH =O. Things getting a little intimate there with Max and Fang…

I was going to continue but I'm not sure if you want a lemon.

N: What? A lemon. Isn't that a citrus fruit?

S: Ahh, the young innocent minds of the world.

SO REVIEW IF YOU WANT A LEMON! It will be my first one.

Okay, I'm off to go trick or treating now! Wish me luck .