(A/n: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but here, I'll make it up to you! FYI: Until further notice, TPOT is on hold. If you read it, like it and want me to continue it, please make a suggestion as to where it should go! It is a Twilight fanfic and I really do love the idea of it. The deliverance of it, however, failed miserably. Here is some FAX fluff!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. They belong to James Patterson.

(Max pov)

I looked at myself in the mirror seeing what was truly there. I am not referring to the times I've seen myself as an Eraser when in this position, but am seeing my appearance as a girl. I saw my oily, flat, dirty blond hair with split ends and all. I saw my plain face. Being in the Flock, I didn't take care of my hair or face as much as any normal girl my age should and would have. I see my mother everyday, now that we live with her, and she always seems to look nice. Ella also looked pretty with her long curly hair that shined. Ella and my mom wore makeup.

Back to the present, I walked out of the bathroom and into the room I shared with my half-sister Ella. As I walked in I saw her plugging in her flat-iron straightener. I knew from the look on her face that she was going to try out different styles of her hair for her prom. I had been invited, but like I said I didn't do girly. I watched her straighten her hair out perfectly then curl it, then start all over. I looked at her in the mirror and saw a beautiful teenage girl that had everything in the world going for her. I watched her smile as she thought about how her prom night was going to be, and you know what? I wantedit. I knew the feeling coursing through my vains was intense jealousy. I wanted to be my sister. I wanted to have a simple life that didn't involve being chased. I wanted to have a date to prom. I wanted to be pretty.

I scooted quickly off of my bed and made my way through the house passing the family room full of bird-kids to take a running start to take off. I jumped into the air letting my wings carry me at super speed to get to the forest edge before quickly landing and sprinting inside as fast as I could. As I left the house I could hear the noise of confusion amongst my family. My tears seemed ceaseless as I made my way up a tall tree ascending as far as I could before finally stopping to lean my back against the thin trunk sobbing as I did so.

I let myself cry into my knees, curled into the fetal position, until I heard the snapping of twigs beneath my person and realized someone had found me. This sent me to my feet, tears now a constant stream, for this was only an example of how my life could never be normal.

"It's OK Max. It's just me." Fang jumped up into the tree and sat on a limb next to me while I put my head back onto my knees. "What's wrong? Why'd you storm off like that?" His arms went around me and pulled me onto his lap. I disregarded the action, only because my mind refused to focus on anything that didn't involve my homliness.

I just cried onto his shoulder mumbling words and phrases such as, "abnormal" and "ugly." Fang just held me while I cried. He didn't say anything, he just held me. I thought about this action and realized how horrible I must look and how annoyed he should be about a peice of worthlessness like me ruining his shirt. This however sent me into another round of sobbing where the words I mumbled changed to "sorry" and "shirt."

Fang held me to his chest tightly, saying to me, "Don't be sorry Max. I don't mind you soaking my shirt."

My sobs soon dissipated and I pressed my swollen, red eyes into Fang's neck while he reiterated his first question.

I looked up into his dark brown eyes letting one last tear spill before apologizing over and over. Fang placed one hand over my mouth while he used the other one to wipe the tear from my cheek. His gaze intently locked with mine. "Why should you be sorry Max? What is it?"

"I've never been enough. I can't give Iggy his eyes back. I can't send Nudge to school to make friends. I can't give Gazzy a father to look up to and play catch with. I can't give my baby girl a mommy to read to her and buy her stuffed bears. I can't give you your own room in the house, nor could I afford to buy you a laptop with a world-wide wirel-"

Fang interrupted. "I don't need any of those things. You know that all of the kids would trade all of that for the life we have now. I know I'd give up my lapt-"

I disregurarded the words. "The sad thing is, is that it isn't even about that! All it took was one look in the mirror to see what a freakI am. I was looking in the mirror today and noticed how homely I looked. I'm throwing a huge fit because I can't have a normal life. Because I can't look like someone who is fully human. I am sitting here crying into your shoulder because I can't go to prom like Ella can. I'm crying because I'm not beautiful. I'm crying because no matter how much I try I can't be good enough to buy all of you these things and to be/provide a mom for the kids. I'm so selfish."

I took a breath to continue, but Fang cut me off once again. "Your not selfish. And, yes, your not a super model every day. You sometimes sleep in a forest or a cave, places with dirt and bugs and other gross gunk. You're pretty damn beautiful considering.

I barely had to register this statement before his lips were pressed against mine, soft as butter (and I don't mean a stick of butter, I mean the margarine that it actually soft yummy). I leaned into him, pressing my whole body against his, tipping my head sideways as to deepen the kiss and bring him even closer. I was silently thanking what ever deity was out there that I had someone that could read me like a book and know exactly what I wanted, and oh, my God, kissing.......Fang nibbled my bottom lip and swept his tongue across it, begging for entrance. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and moaned quietly as i felt it rub against mine. Just as his hands were starting to tighten I broke the kiss off. His hands still gripped the back of my waist tightly to make sure I couldn't run away like I had last time in the cave.

I felt a rush of panic and, as it dissolved, I felt unease in the bottom of my stomach. Still holding me close and watching my face as these emotions played across my face, he waited for me to start struggling from his grasp. I scooted my bottom backwards to make the position less intimate, not really accomplishing anything because, well.....I was straddling him. I blushed and attempted to further extract myself, but as I lifted myself from his body he pulled me back down hard, our torsos pressed together once again.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, because I was scared. I had fought against Erasers and a semblance of other monsters, but I couldn't handle some affection? This just proved that I wasn't normal, and therefor not good enough. I felt tears, once again, well up in my eyes.

"Max," Fang continued to watch me face crumple, "please. Let me love you."

"I can't Fang, I just can't." a few more tears fell down my face as Fang brought his hand to my face and wiped my tears away. I was still struggling out of his his grasp.

"Why not? I know you are attracted to me. Why won't you just let go for once? Let. Me. Love. You. Please."

"O-okay" I said, not believing that he really wanted me in that way. Why should he? I wasn't pretty like Ella or my mom. I just stopped fighting at that point. What was the point of pulling away? I might as well let him try to prove me wrong. I didn't really have any other choices. I fell limp against him.

"I'm going to prove it to you." He said reading my mind once again "You are the most beautiful thing in my world. Actually you are my world" Fang rotated me once again to pick me up bridal style and dropped out of the tree, carefully making sure I wasn't jostled or bumped against anything. He changed my position once again and picked me up like a sleeping toddler. I, facing him, put my head on his shoulder and my legs around his waist. We walked home slowly, taking our time. When we approached the house the sun was starting to set and I let a few stray tears spill at the beauty. I hugged Fang's chest tighter and prayed he wouldn't see me cry again. We made it through the front door and Fang walked past the kids and Iggy, who frowned, only hearing one set of footsteps. Iggy shot a confused look at the kids and I suppose that Angel mentally informed him of our position. We continued on to the bedroom I shared with Ella and I felt Fang began to lay me down on the bed I clenched to him tighter.

"Don't worry honey, I will be back in a few minutes with a drink of water and some medicine from the major headache that's probably setting into your head at this point."

I smiled. Fang could read me like a book. I just laid down and waited for my water, rubbing my eyes, feeling better already.

(Fang pov)

As I laid her down on her bed, I felt her hold onto me tighter. I smiled sadly and told her that I would be back with some medicine for her headache. She needed to sleep this off and I also needed to inform the kids just so they wouldn't say the wrong thing and set her off again. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water with headache medicine that would put her to sleep fast. I then walked into the living room to find all of the kids looking at me expectantly while Angel's face looked sad. "Well you guys," I said sitting on the couch for a second, looking each of them in the eye before I continued "Max had a meltdown, and I think it's unwise to leave you guys out of the loop. So, as of now, you will act modestly different toward Max. She is sad because she thinks that she isn't good enough to take care of you. While that's not true, only time is going to show her that. Let her baby you and take care of you for a little while and she'll be okay. Now I have to take this medicine to her. I want you guys in bed by the time she falls asleep. I will be in to check." We stacked our fists and tapped them before saying good night.

I went to my room to change before I went to Max. I pulled off my tear sodden shirt and I decided that I shouldn't put one back on because I was probably going to get cried on again. Not that I minded...

I went back into the room with Max, laying down next to her and sitting her up to take the medicine. I laid her head back down on a pillow only to have her shift to lay down almost on top of me. She looked up at my eyes and then back down at my lips. I shot an eyebrow up and she scooted up the length of my body to put her forehead against mine. I felt her put one knee in between my thighs. I held her close to kiss her lips chastely, but she held on and deepened the kiss rubbing her body against mine in an attempt to get me going. She wasn't failing. I groaned as her hands fell into my hair and pulled lightly. I clutched onto her for dear life afraid if I didn't I'd fall away. Wow, hot damn, it's a good thing Ella had decided to sleep over at her friend's house. This should be illigal it's so good...

She broke off the kiss and trailed her lips down my neck. I stifled a moan. Her hands traced my abs and then ghosted down to my pants to lightly brush my now apparent hard-on. I hissed and took her hands away from that area. Lacing my fingers through hers, I connected my mouth to hers one more time before pulling back and looking at her, our eyes level. She tried to pull her hands away I refused, so she settled for rubbing herself against me pressing her boobs into my chest and bringing her knee to grind onto my erection. I groaned again and pulled away from her extracting myself from her grasp but keeping her hands in mine.

"What was that baby?" I looked into her eyes, my lungs panting.

"I just thought we could....you know" Max stammered dropping her gaze to the bed between us.

"Sex?" I said incredulously. I blushed and put my finger under her chin to bring her eyes to mine. "We're you really going to have sex with me? Just like that? After you've pushed me away for a whole year?"

Her eyes welled up with tears. Shit. I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.

"I-I'm sorry." She rolled over and I heard a hearty sniff before I pulled her backward onto my bare chest.

"Did I hurt your feelings?"

"No." her angry voice lied. "Just go to bed. Your own bed."

"You don't mean that. I know I hurt your feelings, but I'd rather hurt your feelings than be the asshole that takes advantage of you. I care for you and, yes I have dreamed about the moment you'd be attracted to me, but I'm not going to let you have sex with me to prove to yourself that you're pretty." I turned her around to face me.

"I've been through a lot. I've watched people die and I've lived in a dog crate, but" I said, "I'd do it all again to be here right now. Right here with you."

She latched onto me again and whispered something that sounded like thank you and began drifting off. Her death grip slackened and I slipped out from under her putting her head on a pillow before kissing her lips lightly.

I went to open the door to the room and when I pulled it open, Iggy, Nudge, The Gasman, and Angel fell through the door way. I glared and they all stood up. I looked at Angel expectantly and she simply said, "We heard everything"

My face reddened and I opened my mouth to tell them to go back to bed when I was cut off by Iggy. "Hey kids, go to bed. Fang and I need to have a man talk."

"I'm a man! I can stay! Right Fang?" The Gasman

"Sure, whatever." I replied walking to the room I shared with the two boys. This is going to be bad....very bad.

(A/n: Wow! So do u guys like it? Should it be continued? TO LOLCATS: I can has feedback? This will either be a hit or miss, so let me know! And by the way, Fang is OOC in this story because how else could he confess his love? REVIEW!!)