Me: Another new story? Wow, I'm on a roll

Iggy: And this one doesn't suck!

Me: Pfft, I'm glad. Considering you hate most of my other ones

Iggy: This has a better plotline

Me: -eyeroll- You are so full of yourself

Iggy: :D

Me: Okay, things you need to know. There is no Miggy in this fic. If you clicked on this because you thought that it was a possibility, leave :P

Iggy: Another reason why I like this story...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride...at all...-coughexceptIggycoughcough-

Iggy: What was that?

Me: Nothing...

Iggy: You don't own me!

Me: -sigh- No, I don't own Iggy...grr...

Iggy: :)

Me: Yet

Iggy: ...

Me: Enjoy guys. It's about time I wrote a story about Iggy...

"'Morning, Ig," Gazzy murmured sleepily as he slogged into the kitchen, and plonked himself in a chair.

"Hm?" Ig replied. He really hadn't been with it lately.

"'I said 'good morning,'" Gazzy muttered, having lost all patience.

"Don't see what's so good about it," Ig replied flipping over a pancake in the frying pan. "Fang's gone, which, apparently, means we're all supposed to give up on life, I haven't slept a wink for a whole week, we haven't made any bombs-"

"I get it, Ig," Gaz interrupted, rubbing his sore eyes. "Things have gotten worse."

Iggy sighed, realising that he shouldn't be complaining about all of his problems when Gaz had it just as bad as he did.

"Has the 'Royal Highness' gotten her butt out of bed yet? Or am I going to have to give her breakfast in bed…again?"

"Yeah…she's still in bed"

Gazzy had hardly said anything this week, it was a wonder that he said anything at all, so Iggy wasn't surprised by how quiet he was.

Iggy carefully placed a plate piled with pancakes in the centre of the table. It had taken him two hours to make a big enough breakfast to feed the whole flock, and he knew that most of them wouldn't eat it anyway.

"Uh, Ig?"

Iggy looked up from setting the table. "What?"

"You put down an extra plate than you needed to again."

Iggy sighed irritably, picking up the plate that was supposed to be Fang's and hurled it out the window. He heard a satisfying crash as it hit the ground, shattering into pieces – exactly what was happening to the flock.

"Better?" Iggy asked almost angrily.

Gazzy said nothing and went back to eating.

Iggy clenched his jaw in anger and stalked out of the kitchen towards Max's room. It was about time she saw some sense.

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"Max! Open up!"

When there was no reply, it took all of Iggy's self control not to break the door down.

"Max, we've really had enough of this so you'd better open this door or I will break it down! And I'm not kidding!"

Iggy was greeted with more silence. He placed his ear up to the door and narrowed his eyes in concentration.

"GO AWAY!"

Iggy jumped away from the door in shock, surprised she actually took the time to answer.

"Look, do you want breakfast or not?"

"NOT!"

"Come on, Max, just let me in."

"GO. AWAY!"

"Okay, I'll break the door down then," Iggy said, already backing away from the wood.

"IGGY!"

"Yes, Max?"

"LEAVE! NOW!"

"Break down the door? Okay, if you say so." He braced his shoulder and then slammed himself hard against the wood. His shoulder erupted into pain and he heard the door coming loose. Holding back a cry of pain, he slammed his shoulder against it again and it flew off its hinges, falling to the floor with a loud thud. Rubbing his shoulder, he stepped into the room and walked over to Max who was too bewildered by Iggy's actions to speak. Iggy then flung the covers off her, lifted her kicking and screaming form into his arms and walked down the hall.

"PUT ME DOWN IGGY OR I SWEAR THAT YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN!" She shouted, struggling with all of her strength against the blind birdboy.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," Iggy grounded out, swinging her over his shoulder and holding onto her legs.

She pounded her fists angrily against his back, but Iggy took no notice as he came to the living room.

"Uh, Ig? What are you doing?" Nudge asked over Max's screaming.

"Getting Max out for some fresh air. You got a problem with that?" He retorted, almost dropping Max who was still trying to escape his grip.

"Well…not really but-"

"Breakfast is in the kitchen, we'll be there shortly," and with that, he stormed out onto the balcony, managing to close the door behind him.

He could feel the morning sunrays prickling his skin and the crisp air matter his hair as he set the screaming girl down on the balcony. She suddenly went quiet and plonked herself into a chair, taking in the sunrise.

Iggy panted slightly as he rubbed his aching shoulder and sat down in a chair next to Max, figuring out what to say next. The weirdest thing came to mind and he decided to, for once, voice his thoughts.

"What's it look like?" He asked quietly, leaning back in his chair and concentrating on the warmth that was lightly touching his skin.

"Huh?" Max asked surprised, caught off guard by his question.

Iggy was going to say something like 'nothing' like he usually did, but decided to press the matter further. "What does the sunrise look like?"

"Well…it's…" she paused for a while, thinking it through. After a few minutes, Iggy was about to change the subject when she spoke again.

"The sun has only just appeared along the horizon so it's not that bright yet, but the sky is a dark pink that makes the clouds stand out like fluffy…pillows?"

"Go on," Iggy urged her, closing his eyes, attempting to piece the picture together in his head.

"As well as the pink there's also orange, yellow, light blue and small amounts of dark blue mixed together at different intervals in the sky. It's like someone has streaked a paintbrush across the horizon, making a pattern of random colors. But they're also not random. It's like they're meant to be here," she breathed, he voice faltering. "It's like they need each other to complete the whole picture."

Iggy had created a picture in his head with every detail that Max had given him and smiled. "You're good at this."

Pause. "I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy."

"Well, you are."

"Why did you bring me out here?" Max asked, sniffing slightly to unblock her nose.

"Because you need to snap out of it and stop being such a wuss," he replied, trying to keep the anger and frustration out of his voice.

"But-"

"But nothing, Max!" Iggy shouted. He immediately lowered his voice in case others were listening. "While you've been sitting in your room the flock has been slowly falling apart. Is that what you want, Max? Because it seems to me that you don't care anymore!"

Max was silent and Iggy stared at her, or at least hoping that he was.

"I…" she sounded like a fish on a beach, gasping for air and unable to get the words out. Then, the great Maximum Ride did something that Iggy hadn't expected. She burst into tears.

Iggy sighed heavily and moved his chair over to hers, rubbing her back in an awkward way. The two stayed like this for a while, and when Max's crying had finally subsided, Iggy pulled his arm away and stared at the sunrise that he couldn't see.

"What are we sitting around here for?" Max suddenly asked, getting hold of herself and standing up. "We have breakfast to eat. Come on."

She held out her hand to Iggy, but he didn't move.

"You coming?" She asked, waiting for him to get up.

"You go ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Suit yourself," Max said before storming into the house, ready to take control again.

Iggy slowly stood and clumsily walked over to the railing, gripping it tightly in his hands as a cool breeze picked up.

There was something that he'd purposely not told Max that had been on his mind.

He desperately wanted to see that sunrise that she'd described.

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Me: So...yeah. I think that Igs finds out in the next chapter and things starts to move on from there...but we'll see. First I needed to get Max out of her 'depressed' state first. Her heartbroken thing just doesn't work with this story

Iggy: Zzzzzzzzz

Me: And that's my cue to sleep...-yawn- I am so tired that it's a wonder that I'm awake at all.

R&R?

-Bell and Ig