Pairing: Seth/Fang

Warning: Some swearing, slash, no citrus yet, blasphemy if that offends you.

Rating: T for swearing

Disclaimer: Unfortunately we own neither Twilight nor Maximum Ride, if we did Max would have died long ago and Bella would not be a Mary Sue!

Ages:

Fang: 16

Seth: well he's a bit mixed up anyway, looks about 18ish

Setting: Twilight world, after Breaking Dawn, not really anywhere in Maximum Ride

Heny: Well, Hey there potential readers! Welcome to the first instalment of 'The Crossover'

Cat: The original idea behind this was to annoy our friend and so this pairing was born. I wrote Fang's PoV!

Heny: But now we're in love with this pairing any way, even though it might seem a bit odd! *fangirl squeal* Ok, so we're not really that fangirly, but we have our moments. I wrote Seth's PoV! It was really fun!

Cat: Don't kill us; we know that Seth and Fang are popular in straight pairing but we just thought they'd be too cute together!

Heny: Well, we've babbled on for long enough, so Ladies and possibly Gentlemen we present to you.... *drum roll* 'The Crossover'

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The Meeting

Fang PoV

I've never been afraid of lightning before, but when you're a thousand feet up in the air in the middle of a storm, I'm pretty sure anyone would feel slightly scared. I had been flying with the rest of the flock when we had come across these clouds but we were unsure as to exactly where we were. It had been Max's idea to send a scout through the thick, ominous, angry, black clouds below us and Max's idea that that scout should be me and as always, I managed to let her persuade me that it was the best option.

~ Way to go idiot, you knew it was a bad idea and you still did it, just because Max told you to.

^ But if I hadn't gone then Max would have gone and then the flock would be without a leader.

Some leader she turned out to be; she got you into this mess.

^ Second guessing now isn't really an option though, is it?

Yeah, I argue with the voices in my head. Max thought she had problems, but I know that I'm talking to myself and that the voices belong and originate inside my head. The voices never seem to know what to do either, unlike Max's Voice. My voices were being as useless as ever and now I was trying to remember what to do in a thunder storm; 'crouch down low to the ground and avoid sheltering under trees' didn't really seem to apply here. But lightning was not by any means the only problem this storm was causing me. Oh no, being tossed around like a rag doll with huge wings in a tumble drier didn't help either. I was soaking wet and my wing muscles were aching from the strain of keeping myself in control after a long morning of ceaseless flying in strong wind.

^I bet this is how winged erasers feel.

~ What, feeling like you're as good at flying as a winged fridge-freezer and need to constantly remind yourself to keep flapping, or the pain and effort to keep in the air?

^ Shut up.

Hey, is it just me or is the ground getting closer?

My exhaustion fogged brain realised too late that as the storm was easing, the wind was dropping and that I had begun plummeting back to Earth. Even if I had noticed on time, I doubt I would have been in any fit state to stop myself, with drenched wings feeling about as useful as lead weights in my struggle against gravity. As I fell, indistinct brown and green shapes of trees rushed up to greet me from the damp Earth below. Reaching the highest branches, I felt like I was falling in slow motion. A thick, gnarled and previously unnoticed branch loomed in front of me and I twisted away a second too late. I heard a sickening crack, my right side exploding in agony, causing me to cry out desperately as I felt the bone shattering impact with the ancient oak. The sharp fingers of the trees caught on clothing and limbs, leaving tears and cuts in their wake but failing to slow my perilous descent before a piece of leafy ground seemed to swallow me whole and the world went black.

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Seth's PoV

The forest rushed past me, the greens and browns blurring into one indistinguishable mass. The gusting wing, all that was left of the recent storm, tugged at my fur; it was so good to be out again. With the threat of the Volturi finally concluded and the whole Jake being in love with Bella's daughter Nessie thing cooling off, my duties were relaxed and the worst threat we had been faced with recently was Leah, my sister, not being able to find her wallet for her trip out of town with friends.

I quickly tried to feel whether Jake had phased and was up for a chat, but as usual he wasn't. His every waking moment was spent as near to Nessie as possible, something that I happened to know Edward was getting annoyed with whilst Bella (nice, but dim) was completely unaware of his discomfort and he, of course, won't let on.

I slowed down as I neared the Quileute border, considering phasing and visiting the afore mentioned couple avec family. A tiny movement off to the right caught my eye; I cautiously padded over to what I had now identified as a wing tip protruding from a nearby bush. 'Odd.'

The wing tip twitched again and was still. Gently nosing the leaves aside I discovered, to my immense surprise that the wing tip belonged to a wing of very large proportions, perhaps 6'ish, and that in turn appeared to belong to a boy! 'A boy with frickin' wings! That doesn't work, what the hell is going on? Furthermore how the hell did he end up here?' With my mind in complete meltdown over this impossible discovery I almost failed to notice a small groan of pain issue from the, on closer inspection, not quite boy. He actually looked older than me considering that I'm not actually of the 18 years that I appear to be in human form. It sounds really weird, but technically I'm still only 15 or rather still have an emotional age of 15, 'stupid, messed up werewolf genes'.

Still reeling at the impossibility of it all, I turned my full attention back to the young man and away from my mental muttering. I crouched closer and noticed something that should have been blatantly obvious to me; Leah always said that I never notice the things I should. The wing that had first caught my attention was twisted at an incredibly awkward angle underneath his vulnerable looking body and at that angle it could only broken. 'He must have been caught in that storm, that's the only way that he might have ended up here.'

I knew I couldn't just leave him there, the autumn weather was unpredictable and the brief respite from the rain that we had been recently experiencing was set to break at any time, but that raised the vital question of how exactly I was going to move him. Though depressingly skinny, he was still around 6' in height and what little meat there was on him appeared to be pure muscle, although it was hard to tell underneath his baggy jeans and loose black t-shirt. Then came the problem of where exactly I was going to take him, the hospital was obviously out of the question, so where?

The only option that I could think of was home. It would have probably been more sensible to take him to the Cullen's and Carlisle, but my brain wasn't really working properly at that precise moment in time. Now the moving part of this operation had to be solved. A fireman's lift, while not very comfortable for him, would be easiest for me and it would hopefully not damage his wing any further. Phasing quickly, I pulled on the denim shorts which I had had tied round my leg. I bent carefully down and extracted the strange boy from the bush. He was a lot lighter than he looked, he felt almost delicate in my arms as if his fragile body might suddenly shatter into a million pieces and this winged boy would disappear like a dream.

Manoeuvring him over my shoulder as gently as possible I began the journey back to my house moving at a steady lope.

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Seth's House

In the end it had taken me over half an hour to get home carrying my precious load. I fumbled for my keys in my pocket whilst struggling to balance the boy over my shoulder with one hand. It was not easy. After a brief wrestling match with the fabric of my shorts (they really were getting to small), I managed to extract my keys and, with equal balancing skill, opened the door. I could hear my mother humming tunelessly in the small kitchen.

"Hey, Mum!" I called.

"Seth? Is that you, honey? I'm in the kitchen, do you want a drink?" I smiled; the homeliness was always comforting in that weird kind of way. As the youngest in the family I was always the baby; even at 6'5" my mother still treated me like her little boy most of the time.

"Mum, could you come and help me? I found this boy, he's injured and unconscious." My mother rushed into the hallway.

"Let me look at..."She stopped mid-sentence as I brought extraordinary boy into the hallway complete with wings. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she struggled to make sense of this unbelievable sight.

"His wing's broken," I said to fill the silence. "Can you help him?" Suddenly something flashed in her eyes; a look that seemed to say, 'ok, that's weird, but I can work around it'. I guess that's what living in a community where werewolves are the norm does to you.

"Take him into the lounge and put him on the sofa face first, but make sure he can still breathe, it will make his wing easier to work on." I followed her orders and laid the boy onto the sofa, gently turning his face to the side so that he wouldn't suffocate.

"You're a strange one aren't you?" I murmured at him. My mum walked in with her medical kit.

"Oh, Seth, could you grab me a pair of scissors, I need to cut this shirt off; otherwise it will only get in the way. I think there's a pair by the drawers." I reluctantly tore my gaze from this intriguing boy and pushed myself from my resting place against the wall. HHanding her the scissors I asked,

"Can you fix it?" She looked up from examining the break.

"Yes, I think so, it's a clean break so a splint should do; the only thing I'm worried about is that his bones seem so fragile." I nodded, relieved. I didn't know this stranger, but I still felt the need to protect him, 'odd'. As my mother got to work I found myself wondering, pondering this boy. I should really stop calling him a boy; he was most likely older than me damn it! Questions whirled through my mind, 'Why does he have wings? Can he really fly with them? Where does he come from? What's his name?' My mother's voice broke through my musings. "All done. He also had a nasty head wound so I cleaned that up as well."

"Okay, so what now?"

"You stay here and watch him in case he wakes up; I'm going to and ring Carlisle; he might be able to help a bit more." As she gathered her things I set about contemplating the now half-naked, young man. The sliver that I could see of his chest appeared to be well muscled in a very wiry way, his arms were the same, muscled, but painfully thin. It was his back that fascinated me most though, the muscles that were obviously connected with his wings were large and powerful-looking, which answered a previous question; yes, it appeared that he really could fly. 'Wow'. Next I examined his face. Olive skin covered fine, high cheek bones which were brushed by long dark lashes. My eyes wandered to his lips, which were slightly parted and I could hear the whisper of his breath. Moving along, I let my gaze travel to the hard line of his jaw then up to his jet black hair. It was cut in sweeping fringe across his forehead and into his eyes, the rest was cropped about 2" long. It suited him.

I wondered what that hair would look like messed up, lying on my bed, his mouth parted in-. 'What the hell? Why did I just think that, I don't even swing that way! I like girls!' So he was attractive in an odd, mysterious way, but that shouldn't mean anything. I mean, I was into girls, my past girlfriends should prove that. I re-examined him, okay scratch the attractive bit, this guy was bloody gorgeous, 'Fuck! I should not be thinking this! It's so wrong for two main reasons; 1) I don't even know this guy; 2) I'm straight!' I stood there swearing silently to myself and muttering about goddamn hormones (if in doubt blame the hormones) (A/N my mother does this to me the whole time), when I heard a slight hitch in the breathing from the sofa. Straightening up from my position against the wall I took a step towards the sofa where the previously sleeping young man was presently trying to push himself up from the soft cushions in panic. He then made the mistake of trying to stand. He fell flat on his face; not good.

"Whoa! Are you okay? Don't panic, you're safe, don't move." This came out in one breath as I rushed to him at which he looked even more panicked and rolled away from my onto his back. Onto his wing. 'Ouch!' His face scrunched up in pain then his eyelids fluttered open to reveal big brown orbs with large, frightened pupils at their centre. I stared into his eyes, all thought lost for a couple of minutes.

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Fang's PoV

I woke up with a wince, white hot needles of pain jabbing ferociously at my wing causing me to gasp almost silently and bite down hard on my lip, the pain pulling me back into consciousness. I heard a quiet foot step and breathing from somewhere around me as my thoughts struggled to catch up. I was alive and someone had found me. Someone had found me and would therefore know I had wings. A multitude of swearwords formed in my mind as I attempted to open my eyes, but was instead blinded by brilliant, stabbing light. Forcing myself up into a sitting position on my arms, I looked around with half lidded eyes. I was in a medium sized room which was obviously a lounge, lying on my front on a slightly well-loved couch in the middle of the room. There was a boy, or well, more of a man, watching at me intently. He had been leaning against the wall but when he straightened up I noticed that he was quite a bit taller than me and probably even taller than Iggy. He also looked extremely well built and would most certainly beat me in any fight, at least given my current condition. As he moved closer I noted that he smelt different from other people but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It was sort of earthy and smelled a bit like a dog, no, like a wolf. For some reason this smell made me feel uneasy.

^I know that smell, but what is it?

It's so obvious, how can anyone not get it? You must be a complete idiot.

^ Well, I did just fall out of the sky and the likelihood is that I hit my head on something.

~ Great looking guy that smells like a wolf, come on, wolf DNA plus human DNA equals...

^Eraser! Oh shit, I need to get out of here!

What a brilliant deduction, and it only took you, oh I don't know, like forever!

I looked at him properly, my eyes finally adjusted fully to the light. He was tall, as I already mentioned, but I now realised that he was just wearing a pair of denim shorts. With no shirt on I could see the well defined and toned chest and felt my face start to heat up a bit.

Shame he's an eraser really isn't it: He's hot.

~ Shame he's an eraser? Shame he's a guy! Besides, you love Max, don't you?

He's much better looking than Max though.

My trailing thoughts were halted as he took another step closer. I leapt to my feet and dashed to the door without a second's thought: Or at least I tried. I had hardly touched my feet to the bare wooden boards before I found myself falling, discovering the hard way that I had a concussion, and landing flat on my face on the floor.

*snicker* You said you knew you had hit your head and yet you seem rather eager to do so again. Or maybe you were afraid he would make you bottom!

^ I was trying to escape from an eraser! Shut up and let me get away before you start getting shirty with me, okay?

~ Talking about shirts; you do know you're not wearing one, right?

Instantly I felt cold; a cool breeze brushing like ice against my exposed back and felt my cheeks heat up further.

"Whoa! Are you okay? Don't panic; you're safe; don't move." The young man rushed towards me but my panic dulled and distracted brain didn't hear him, reacting instinctively, fight or flight reaction kicking in without further ado. I rolled myself onto my back and away from him: Over my injured wing. All thoughts of escape were drowned by the tidal wave of renewed agony flooding my body from the injured and tightly bound limb hanging limply at my side. I looked up in mindless terror at the figure now leaning over my prone form. Our eyes met for the first time and his face drew back a little, surprise ghosting his features. His eyes stayed wide but lost the somewhat startled look for something I was seriously not expecting. The look in his eyes was a mixture of what appeared to be concern; an expression I hadn't really seen on anyone's face before, at least not at me. It almost looked like he actually cared. Weird...

The guy reached out towards me again, his dark, ebony eyes never leaving mine. I felt myself automatically tense and then hissed angrily, screwing my eyes shut, when yet more pain rolled over me in waves. Reverted for a moment to an animaline state, I let out a low choking noise. I tried to shuffle away from the strange gaze but managed to catch my tightly bound wing in the process, going from a small hiss to almost a howl as fresh pain bloomed and burned and carved its way through bone and flesh.

^Pain is just a message! Pain is just a message! Ignore it and get out! Think of Max and the flock and run away! Anything!

I vaguely acknowledged the sound of feet pounding their way through the doorway, blocking the closest exit and a woman's voice yelling over my cries.

"I only left him alone with you for five minutes, Seth. What the hell have you done?"

~ That can't be right, surely if they were erasers they wouldn't sound concerned...

He's still staring at you; maybe he's actually worried.

The guy, who I realised must be Seth, was still staring at me with the odd look in his eyes but seemed to have snapped out of whatever trance he had been in before. The woman, who I figured was probably his mother by the clear resemblance between them, also looked worried and suddenly she gasped noticing something crucial that both of them had obviously been blind to before.

"Oh no; Seth, look! He's lying on the wing! Put him back on the sofa, quick!"On these words, Seth reached out towards me but at the last minute he hesitated, seemingly asking my permission to get closer. I nodded; powerless and hurting beyond hope of actually getting away. My silent consent given, he scooped me up gently as if I was made of glass and weighed next to nothing.

^ He's really hot!

That's what I've been saying all along.

^ No! I didn't mean that! He is but that's beside the point and – and... No, no! I'm not gay! Ugh, snap out of it! I meant that his body temperature is hot, like burning hot.

I noticed that this Seth guy had stopped and was gently laying me down on the couch, looking like he was concentrating hard on something. Suddenly his face seemed, if at all possible even more worried and he began to ramble nonsensically.

"Are you okay? Are you scared? I didn't mean to hurt you and I would never, ever, ever, ever hurt you on purpose and please don't be scared of me! You're gonna be all right and then you'll be able to fly again, 'cause I'm presuming you could fly and got stuck in the storm. You hit your head really hard and now your hearts going really fast and you're not speaking. You feel warmer than most people too, are you ill? Or – or – or..." Suddenly he seemed to realise he was rambling and looked away. I couldn't help thinking that he didn't act the age he looked; he acted younger, more like a teenager than an adult.

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Seth's PoV

Oh dear lord, I could feel my face heating up slightly with the uncomfortable realisation that I was rambling. I looked away quickly towards my mother who was standing in the door way scowling at me.

"Seth! Trust you to make a person with a newly splinted wing fall on it!" She walked quickly to the boy, pushing me out the way. Crouching down next to his head she said. "Hello darling; I'm Sue and that is Seth, he found you in the forest. Are you okay now? Do you want some painkillers?" The guy nodded his head to the painkillers. "Okay then, hang on here I will get you some." Turning to me she fixed a stern glare on my face, "Don't let him fall on that wing again!" With that she walked out the room to fetch the medicine. The boy was looking uncomfortable, large eyes taking in all the surroundings.

"So, um...hey. What's your name?" This caught his attention and his dark eyes turned towards me.

"Fang." Was the short, slightly mumbled reply.

"Cool name." An awkward silence developed between us. I looked away, examining the torn denim of my shorts. A very slight movement caught my eye and I looked over just in time to see him covertly checking me out. This made me incredibly conscious that I was only wearing a pair of too small shorts and that my chest was completely exposed. The silence got worse until you could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. (A/N sexual tension! hehe, couldn't help myself)

"Ouch, the tension in this room is unbearable! Here are the painkillers and a glass of water." My mother, ever the master of the obvious, examined Fang, the name sounding like something forbidden in my mind, the pills and water in her hands. She hummed to herself looking thoughtfully between me and Fang. "Come help ..." she trailed off looking at Fang expectantly.

"Fang." A once again mumbled reply.

"Seth, come help Fang sit up properly, and this time try not to damage his wing."

"I'm sure he's-" I began only to be cut off by a small nod and a grunt from the guy. Okay then so he didn't mind. I wonder what else he wouldn't mind... 'And I did it again. Great, just great. This has really got to stop. I'M STRAIGHT!'

"Earth to Seth; this century if you don't mind." My mum looked at me expectantly (she seemed to be doing that a lot).

"Um...yeah, sure, sorry..." I hesitantly reached down to the boy, gently sliding my arms around his lithe frame and pulling him into a sitting position. I sat down next to him, the muscles of his chest tensing under my hands as I pulled him softly so that he could lean against me, his wings now folded carefully against his back.

"Thank you, Seth." The way he said my name was like a sin, some delicious temptation that he was indulging in. He reached out and took the proffered pills and water. He gulped them down in one go, his face twisting slightly in a grimace at the taste, swiftly followed by most of the water. The effort seemed to have exhausted him as he slumped back against me, the warmth of his bare skin against mine sending electric thrills throughout my body. His eyes began to drift closed, much to their owner's annoyance, but he was obviously fighting a losing battle as they shut completely and I felt his body relax into a slumber. He turned in his sleep, nuzzling closer to me, his face buried into my shoulder. My mother was gazing at us with an odd look in her eyes, calculating would be the best way to describe it. It unnerved me.

"Carlisle should be here soon to have a look at him. I'm going to make a drink, look after him for now." As she walked out the room I tried to imagine how the pair of us must have looked, him curled up against me in a very childlike way for all his apparent years, like a fallen angel, 'Well that's not corny at all is it?' I let my gaze drift away from him and out of the window as the still gusting wind teased the branches in the trees.

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Heny: Ok, people. That was the first instalment. It would be great to hear what you think. Warning: updates will probably be quite slow, but if you like it we will try to write faster. It's all my fault really; I'm a lazy bugger at heart, Cat had her bit done way before I finished! Thanks for reading!