Alouette

24 (Dylan third)

Dylan's breath finally returns minutes after he ditches his "sister" and slammed the door on her because he could feel it, he couldn't stay in this form for much longer. He was going to change back in front of Allie giving her confirmation on her already growing suspicion.

What happens if he doesn't feel it next time? They'll know. This is a sign, he has to act fast if he wants to get Max without fail this time.

Focus. Focus, and he can stay in Falcon form longer.

A deep breath and he opens the door once again and quickly but calmly exits the room he went in.

"What was that about Fal'?"

"Nothing, I just didn't feel well, sorry."

"Oh, it's OK, you should go rest if you're sick."

He might as well, if he wants to be convincing. Dylan knows he has to be convincing.

"Good idea."

He drags his feet to add an effect of sickness, and leaves Alouette waving goodbye.

Dylan decides to check on Falcon. Even though the holding cell he was placed in was impossible to escape it would give him some time in his true form, he could be Dylan again for a while.

He doesn't look around for anyone this time, he doesn't think about it, he just wants to be himself again. And so he soars off towards the cave, flying at speeds so slow, in a race against this form and his true form his true form would be far ahead.

Although Dylan couldn't blame this poor being for being so weak. He could only blame Max and Fang. This specimen would be so much more advanced, had Max recreated with him. He couldn't get over the fact of how superior their offspring would be. But that's all they would be, offspring.

Dylan didn't care much for the thought of nurturing or loving someone other than Max. She was the only one.

He finally thought to look for someone following him. This was only when he arrived at the cave. On the way his thoughts were too consumed on Max.

And then he saw it. Him.

"Whatcha doin', Falcon?"