Max and Fang blurby one-shot thingiemabobbers

Final Chapter Thingie

So, I finished Nevermore about a month ago, and I really, really wanted more. So I wrote this. I'm probably not going to elaborate and write more, but with me, you never know. The chapter is supposed to be after the Split, and is told from Fang's perspective. Kinda heartwarmy and warm and fuzzy.

Enjoy.

***

Fang's eyes flew open, his breathing erratic. He'd had the dream...again. The same dream he'd been having every night since Maya died. He'd see her falling, falling, falling. Every time, he'd try to fly to her, but every time, he'd stay glued to the ground, watching her fall, seeing her pale, bloody face, her brown eyes losing their life, their happiness.

Except it was never Maya who was falling. It was always Max. Her hair, longer than Maya's pixie cut, would billow out around her face, the sunlight making it golden in color, reflecting off of the blood.

Fang now became aware that his arms were wrapped around a currently sleeping Max. She was here. She hadn't died. Maya had died. Max was alive. He let out a breath and tightened his arms around her, loving the way she fit into him so perfectly.

After trying and failing multiple times to fall back asleep, he carefully untangled himself from Max and climbed out of the hammock. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, illuminating her sleeping form. She was so peaceful when she was asleep, so...unlike herself. She wasn't yelling, screaming, frowning, or punching the lights out of some unfortunate being. Her lips were slightly curled into a small smile, and he wondered what she was dreaming about.

Shaking his head, deciding that he really didn't care to know, Fang approached the door to the balcony that overlooked the island. He stepped out, the cool night air clearing his head a little. He looked down at the desolate island, remembering all the events of earlier that day: When he'd thought that he and Max were going to die...twice...; how he'd finally told Max to her face that he loved her; how Max had told him she loved him; how Dylan finally seemed to get the message and backed off from Max; how they'd all finally found an entrance to the underground caves, and all of the mutants, or "enhanced people" had come out, shocked at the state of their former paradise; how relieved he'd been when Nudge, Iggy, and Gazzy had emerged from the caves. Nudge had been consoling her friend, who had started crying, and Gazzy was describing the state of the island to Iggy, who looked sort of fascinated and sort of disappointed.

Later, the flock and Dylan had all gathered in Max's huge penthouse room, where Max, Fang, Angel, and Dylan described the Split and everything. Iggy and Gazzy had found it cool (because you just know that they would - it was a huge explosion in the sky), and Nudge seemed upset that pretty much all of the humans were gone (except for Dr. Martinez and Ella).

Angel stayed beside Max the whole time. Fang could hardly begin to understand what it must have been like for the little girl. She was seven freaking years old, and she'd seen the apocalypse happen, multiple times. She'd known it was coming, seen it happen before it did, and seen it actually happen, while everyone was helpless to it, even Max, who'd been trained to combat it her entire, messed up life.

Max. She'd been incredible. Years of being a leader had begun to prepare her for the emotional and physical exertion of this situation. She'd stayed strong throughout the whole thing, showing the younger people of the flock, and of the whole island, that this wasn't the end of the world. No, she'd shown that it was the beginning of a new one.

Despite every thought that muddled around in his head, Fang kept seeing Max as she fell through the sky, her neck bearing the wound Maya had received from Ari. His chest tightened as the memory of Maya's death played around in his head like a YouTube video on repeat.