Flying here! This stories features myself and my friend Iggys Girl. Don't let that turn you away though, I worked hard to make sure these aren't Mary Sues. Without further ado, here is the story!

As soon as Willow and I saw them, all rational thought went out the window. All we could do was tear off our lab coats and go after them. We knew these people. We knew who they were. We knew why they we at that place.

They looked slightly different from how we pictured them, but weren't they fictional anyway?

Let me go back.

My name is Jae Richards. Not Jade. It's really Jae. Willow Robertson is one of my best friends. The two of us had read the series 'Maximum Ride' and talked about it many, many times.

Here we were, on an eighth grade field trip in South Dakota. We were in a building called the Dennis Research Center where they were trying to get the complicated idea of genetics to stick in the minds of 35 14 year olds.

Because different rooms had Biohazard stickers, we were wearing oversized lab coats that were not slimming or fashionable in any way. Our long hair was pulled back, and we had finally taken off the annoying gloves. The researchers had also given us glasses that would protect our eyes.

Willow had lent pretty much all the girls ponytail holders, always having a bunch on hand. Her blue eyes that normally seemed to shine in happiness were dull with boredom. To keep my own boredom away, I was seeing how many braids I could put in her long blonde hair before someone yelled at me.

I did hear yells, but they weren't directed at me. They were down the hall, and extremely angry.

A few people ran by us. 6, to be exact. All of them wore pristine white hospital gowns but other than that fact they were a mess. Their hair was tangled and their skin scarred. They wore no shoes.

3 of them must've been about 13 or 12; the others looked about 9, 6, and 3. The nine year old clung tightly to a small lump of black fur.

The shocking part was something only Willow and I would see. A few pieces of white down were floating by my face. When I looked closer at the people, I saw some discoloration that my mind quickly turned into feathers.

So…..I ran.

Willow ran after me too. I tugged at my lab coat and my glasses until they came off. I could hear the thick fabric sliding off of Willow.

Suddenly I was thrown into the race between the six kids and their dog verses science.

Once we reached the outside, the kids kept running. We still followed. The one that looked the youngest, about 3, turned back and halted suddenly.

The rest of the kids didn't notice, all except the second youngest. He stopped too.

Both of them saw that we weren't enemies.

We reached the two of them very soon. They waited patiently. When we got to them, the little girl walked closer to us.

"Hello." She said sweetly.

"Hello." The boy next to her echoed. I couldn't help the aw that escaped. Willow looked dreamy too.

"Do you have wings?" I asked hesitantly to the small children. The girl smiled. Pure white wings were suddenly extended from her back. The boy slowly brought out his own tan and white wings as well. My breath caught in my throat at the raw beauty of what I was seeing.

"Do you have names?" It took me a second to realize Willow had spoken. Of course, she knew the names they should have.

Both of them shook their heads.

"Do you want names?" Willow asked. Both of them nodded. Because we'd been slowly walking as we talked, the research center was just a speck in the distance now.

I looked closer at the two of them. Clearly, they were Angel and Gasman. But at the same time they clearly weren't. I don't remember anything being said about Angel having dirty blond colored hair and blue-green eyes. Or that Gazzy's eyes were hazel. They looked different from the descriptions in the books they starred in.

People were running towards us now, the same four from before. The not quite Angel and Gasman ran back towards them.

It was the Flock, in a twisted way. Max isn't supposed to look so vulnerable and have very blond hair. Fang was a lot paler and happier than it said. Nudge looked very similar to how I pictured her. Iggy's eyes didn't focus well, did they?

The mostly-Flock hugged the two members that had stayed behind.

Angel was explaining us. How we weren't evil, and that we wanted to help. Her voice was so sweet and I wanted to hug her every time I just heard her talk.

Willow and I kept walking, hoping they would get the message that we had to keep going. They did. The Flock followed us as we continued on.

I was leading. I knew exactly where we were headed.

Through the next 10 minutes, I heard Willow talking to the Flock. She explained the predicament, and magically enough, also explained what she knew happened to them. Then, when we approached roads, she gave a basic description of what cars were.

She finished her monologue with one question. "Will you come with us?"

The Flock nodded enthusiastically, even Fang, which I was surprised about.

Then again, they weren't their characters.

Willow smiled happily. "Then you're going to need names."

I was still mentally freaking out. However calm Willow could be about this was an insane amount of calm.

"What are your names?" Nudge asked.

"I'm Jae, and she's Willow." I introduced quickly. "But you'll need different ones.

"I want a name!" Angel piped in happily. She ran up to me. "Will you give me a name?"

I thought back into the books, and the names Angel had given herself.

"Isabel." I told her eventually, laughing a little. Isabella von Rothschild, anyone?

"Ooh, me, me!" Gasman shouted excitedly, jumping onto Willow, who had finally came to stand next to me. Willow and I laughed, and we both started to think.

Willow perked up. "Jason." 'Jason' grinned and jumped off her back, tumbling down the hill we approached along with 'Isabel'.

Nudge caught up to me. "What about me?" She asked with a small smile. I already knew this one.

"Crystal." I told her. She repeated the word and smiled wider, running off to tell the younger two.

The oldest three ran up to us next, with a look of childish excitement that I had never before seen on a teenagers face.

"And us?" Max asked softly. She really was softer than her character, she seemed more naïve, but so did all of them.

"You can be Samantha, but we'll call you Sam." I explained. Max and Sam….there wasn't too much of a difference, right?

Willow turned to Iggy. "You're James." She said confidently, reciting the name given to Iggy in the second book.

"And you are…." I trailed off as I looked at Fang.

"Jake." Willow cut in. I nodded appreciatively.

'Sam' and 'James' had already tumbled down the hill, meeting up with Crystal, Jason, and Isabel.

Willow turned to me, a scarily large grin stretching across her face. The she threw herself down the hill, laughing as she went.

My vision of her got hazy after a few seconds. But that was probably because I was already rolling too.

At the bottom of the hill we were all laughing and out of breath. All of us. Even Fang.

I knew we would have to talk to my parents, and Willow's parents. But for now, we could just laugh and realize how this world worked.

There it is! Tell me what you think in a review because it will make me smile!