Intro: Celebration! This is my first fan fic that I didn't throw away due to frustration! The good side: I'm finally on my way to becoming a writer! Bad side: This will probably suck since it's one of my first tries that wasn't one of those 7 minutes in heaven love stories. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Especially those Iggy fans out there. He's probably my favorite besides Nudge and Max (who doesn't love Max?). I like him better because he's less brooding and serious as Fang (seriously, I'm surprised he doesn't burn in the sunlight and prey on squirrels) and he doesn't have quite as much drama surrounding him as Max, Angel, Fang, and Dylan do. I feel that James Patterson kind of neglected him as a character. I really shouldn't judge though, seeing as I'm nowhere near the successfulness and writing skills of James Patterson. Anyway, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Things you need to know: I'm not exactly sure where this would take place in the story….I think around the first book. For some reason I imagine them in their house even though it got destroyed and all. So, I guess this is in the beginning before the "Save the World" stuff took place. Everyone already has their super-developed powers (Iggy's colors, Max's super speed, etc) so I guess I just made a mess of my favorite book….-sigh-. Ah, well. On with the show.

Legal Stuff: I don't own anything, except a few characters that I add. Seriously, why would I be writing it here if I owned anything?

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Chapter One: It All Starts With a Dream…..

Coffee. Porcelain. Crimson. Sunburst. Mauve. Teal.

Colors, every one imaginable, surround me. They burst behind my eyelids, drowning me in the spectrum of a multihued ocean. I'm sinking, I'm falling, I'm dying. And then, there's nothing. I'm stuck in a monochromatic abyss. I scream out. I hate the darkness. I hate it. There's the smell of disinfectant. I hear the sounds of snarls and whispers surrounding me. The School? Erasers? Maybe. For some reason I can't sense where they are. I feel what it's like to be truly blind. I curl up in a ball, frozen with fear. The voices are coming closer, and there's nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, there is a burst of light. I open my eyes, and I see something bright standing in front of me, destroying the darkness around me. I can't tell what exactly it is when I suddenly hear a laugh. It's bright and pure, almost angelic. The voice is a woman's. No wait, she's younger than a woman, maybe in her teens. Her glow dims a bit, just enough so I can see her outline. She's short-ish, but I can't really tell much more from the position I'm in. She extends a hand out to me.

"Iggy?" she asks. I find my voice and answer the angel-girl.

"Yes?"

She doesn't answer, only holds out her hand.

I reach for it, and she laughs. "Iggy, you idiot."

Her hand is warm and soft.

"Iggy!" Her voice has changed, it's deeper, and filled with sleep…..It's become a lot more masculine…..

I feel a strong smack against my head. Why is the angel-girl hitting me? And why is she so strong?

"Iggy!" Fang's voice shouts. Suddenly my color-vision bursts behind my eyelids. A familiar creamy white fills my senses. It's Fang. The rainbow ocean, the angel-girl. It was all a nightmare …Or maybe a dream?

"What?" I answer back to him groggily.

"Dude, why are you holding my hand?"

I immediately retract my hand. So that what the soft, warmness was. "Sorry, I thought it was a girl's"

"Why the hell would you think that?"

"It's nothing. Anyway, it's your fault for having such feminine, soft skin."

This time I'm awake enough to dodge his blows. I hear steps outside the room and a door opens. Max walks in, her signature no-nonsense stride assuring me it's her. I can tell, she's placing her hand on her hips, and cocking her eyebrow. "Are you guys really fighting so early in the morning?"

I put my hand on the windowsill by our bed*, feeling the warmth of the sun. "It's, like, 2 in the afternoon." I say.

"Shut up, you know what I mean," she replies. "Anyway, Iggy we need you for food. If you don't hurry, I might just start cooking myself."

I widen my eyes with mock horror. "No! Anything but that!" I dodge a pillow thrown from her direction.

Wow, I'm being hit a lot today.

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I know, I know. It sucked. Thanks to the brave and kind souls who endured it to the end. The * was for the fact that Fang and Iggy are sleeping in the same bed together. I don't know why I did that. It didn't occur to me that it would seem strange that they slept in the same bed until I read it, but whatever. It's not like they're like that…..well, for now anyway (mwahahahaha). Just kidding. I promise to keep this as teen rated as I can.

Do you see potential in this wreck I call a story? Then please write me telling me how I could do better. Also, I would like an editor because my grammar is awful. Anyone wanting to take the boring and thankless task can PM me. Domo Arigatou, everyone~ Яamona