This is a note for everyone who has me on author alert. First, I've changed my name. Wanna be Alchemist no longer represented who I am as a writer, and Gemma Rose has become my username elsewhere as well.

Second, I'm in the middle of some pretty serious writers' block right now, so all stories are on indefinite hold. This particular fic, is an old one which I happened across and decided to repost for all my LJ friends, is the earliest surviving specimen of my writing. It is atrociously bad, by all my counts, and I actually took it down several years ago. So please, keep in mind. This story was never completed, and never will be, but I do plan to return to Edward Ride and my other ongoing fics eventually.

Alrighty. Now, for my LJ friends/Fandomly. Dot and I made this story up when I was in 8th grade and she was in 7th. (She's Zola, btw) We continued it until sometime in my Freshman/9th grade year. It is indicative of my skill and interests at the time, and I would greatly appreciate your opinions on whether or not to attempt a re-write. You would, of course, have a part in it and many many MANY things would be different.

So, with no further ado, here is the first chapter of Ultimate Crossover

Gemma's POV

It's a normal day, 1st period gym is brutal. I file out into the hall; front left in a 3 girl wide 11 girl long column. Maxine Nikon, head cheerleader, is directly on my right; I look at her and unconsciously touch my necklace as I wish her to be Maximum Ride. I think back to that morning: when I woke up, there had been something around my neck, I walked over to the mirror and saw that it was an emerald green ribbon with a polished pendant of sapphire hanging from it. When I tried to remove it, I found that it was sewn around my neck. I snap back to the present when there is a small ding on my right. I look over to Maxine, thinking that it might be her cell phone going off, but when I glance over, there is only Maxine, walking along. But her facial expression is wrong; it's one of confusion, instead of the meek, frightened look we all wear to avoid being beaten. She looks down at her uniform, long snowy white cotton pants and matching long sleeved shirts, and frowns. When Haley gets slapped for being too slow, her expression changes to one of rage, but when we are herded into the biology lab, her nose wrinkles and her expression changes to one of terror.

We enter the classroom and 32 snowy white backpacks hit the floors with dull thuds, we then sit down and wait for our teacher to enter the room. I see out of the corner of my eye that Maxine hasn't sat down, and she has no backpack. I'm about to tell her to sit down when Mr. White enters the room. "Today" he says, "we will be dissecting a wing." I think, Poor Maxine! She loves birds! "Max! You will be perfect for a demonstration." He says, grinning evilly. Maxine's expression becomes one of absolute terror, but quickly switches to rage. She grabs my back pack and swings it at Mr. White, BAM! It hits him hard on the head; he sprawls across his desk, out cold. "Max!" I squeak, "Why did you just do that?" She looks at me as if I am insane and replies, "Because he is a white coat who was about to experiment on me!" Just then my little sister Zola pipes up, "Gemma, Didn't you know? This is our cousin Max." 'Max' stared at Zola as if she were completely off her rocker, and then visibly calmed down. "Oh, yeah, Sorry! Didn't recognize you."

Then Haley pipes up, "Why did you attack Mr. White?" she asked. Max's reply to this was "I… had a panic attack." The class visibly pales and leans away from her, all but Zola. "Don't worry," she says
hastily, "they rarely come more than once a month." The class lets out a collective sigh, and sits back up in their seats, color returning to their faces. Zola whips out her cell phone and calls the dean's office, "Mr. Fufferman," she says in an impeccable imitation of our grandmother "Zola's cousin Max has arrived from out of state today, so Zola and Gemma will need today off to settle her in." She nods some, having evidently received an approval, and snaps her phone shut. "We're off the hook." she tells me. A few seconds later, the secretary's voice comes over the intercom, "Mr. White, please send the Monday girls to the office." I walk up to the attendance sheet and mark my sister and I as excused, then I turn and write on the board, class is dismissed, you have a free period in this room, but be quiet or you'll get caught.

I drive us home in my beat up old Saturn. Zo in the backseat and Max up front, Zo chatters animatedly all the way. Apparently this is MAX, as in Maximum Ride. When we get home Max leaps from the car, I hop out and Zo follows suit. As I walk over to Max I mutter, "I wish Max's flock was here, that might calm her down some." When I am about two feet from Max I stop, trying to find the right words to comfort her. Suddenly, my bag starts rumbling, I slip it off and unzip it. Instead of seeing the inside of my bag, I see Max's flock flying at me! Fang is in the lead and I draw back just before he flies out of my backpack. I scramble backwards as the rest of the flock comes out, and they are followed by six large, pale blurs.

Max's POV
The flyboys are after us and we need a way out. "Head North, lose the flyboys in one of Seattle's suburbs." Wow! For once my voice has an actual plan! "Okay Flock! Let's head to Seattle, lose them in the suburbs! I shoot forward, using my amazing super speed to draw the flyboys, annoying refrigerators that they are, away from my family, the last thing I heard was Fang shouting,"We'll meet up in Forks!" There's a flash of blue light and suddenly, I'm in a hallway, being shepherded with a group of scared girls, all in white. Looking down, my usually bloodstained and unwashed clothes had been replaced by spotless white clothes, perfectly matching everyone around me. We look like sheep! A man in a white lab coat slaps a girl on the cheek. A white coat! Somehow I'm at the school! Our herd of sheep is shepherded into a bleak, windowless room, the other girls all sit down and drop snowy white backpacks on the floor, but I stay standing. Soon enough, a white coat enters the room, "Today we will dissect a wing." He says, looking at me with a wild gleam in his eyes. "Max, you will be perfect for a demonstration."

OMG! They're going to dissect one of my wings! I grab a nearby sheep's backpack, swing it at the white coat, and knock him unconscious. "Yes! Score one for the good guys." Well, more like score twenty or something. Looking at the terrified sheep, one of them speaks up, well, more like squeaks up. "Max! Why did you just do that?" I stare at her, why does she even have to ask? "Because he's a white coat who was about to experiment on me!" Just then a little girl directly behind the squeaker pipes up, "Gemma, Didn't you know? This is our cousin Max." WTF? "Calm down Max." Oh great, the ever annoying voice is back. "Just play along and you'll get out of here." Well, my voice is annoying the hell out of me right now, but its plan sounds reasonable.

"Oh, yeah, sorry! Didn't recognize you" Then some girl in the back pipes up, I recognize her as the girl who got slapped in the hall, mainly due to the slowly swelling hand shaped welt on her cheek. "Why did you attack Mr. White?" "I… had a panic attack." I said, inventing wildly. Almost all of the girls lean away from me, desks scraping and faces paling. "Don't worry," I said hastily, "they rarely come more than once a month." Relief can be tasted in the air as the girls scoot their desks back into place and the color returns to their faces.

On the way to this Gemma girl's home, the little weirdo, who turns out to be a ten year old super genius, chatters quite animatedly. She apparently knows everything about me and my flock. This is settled between Angel controlling minds and the brains on a stick on the creepiness scale. This, plus the stress of being in a small enclosed space, is beginning to grate on my nerves. On the way there I learn that the little genius is her sister, Gemma Monday is cool with me, but Zola keeps hopping around on the back seat. I ask Gemma where their necklaces come from, and her answer is short, "I don't know."

When we reach Gemma's home, which turns out to be a frickin' MANSION; I leap out of the car and run to the edge of the lawn, I use a sharp rock to slice slits in the back of my shirt for my wings. I turn around when there is a brilliant blue flash and a deep rumbling behind me; I am greeted by the sight of Fang shooting up out of Gemma's backpack, followed by Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel, who had Total in her arms. Six more figure come out of the backpack, these ones leaping rather than flying; they are all pale as milk, and they are all super model gorgeous.

OTL, I kept almost using LJ annotations for bold, italics, and strike.

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