Disclaimer: I DO NOT by any circumstances OWN Maximum Ride. James Patterson does. For now anyway *evil grin in place*


We were finally done, at least I thought. I was sitting in my bedroom at Dr. Martinez's house or mom's house I should say.

We were back from Antarctica and still working on saving the world by talking to people about global warming. So we talked at a few places and global warming was stopping so we were allowed to settle down a bit. I didn't like that idea, I was bored, running from the people who were trying to kill me was what my life was about.

I went to bed bored with what was happening, Fang, Iggy, and me were the only ones here. Mom decided to take Ella, Nudge, Angel, Gasman, and Total to an amusement park for the weekend and we were the only ones home since we didn't want to go.

I lay back falling into unconscious.

This was the worst thing that was happening to me.

I saw Nudge, Gasman, Angel, Iggy, Ella, and Dr. Martinez stuffed in cages like the ones we were in when we were at The School. The scientists were torturing them and working on them. I couldn't find Fang and I had no idea what to do. A whole bunch of brand new shiny Eraser Robots were coming at me from every were and I couldn't hear anything except Fang calling me, "Max!" Max" "MAX". Everything went black.

I woke up with Fang shaking the heck out of me and realized I was screaming. I stopped automatically and was breathing really hard, I've seen horrible things but that was the worst.

"Max are you all right" asked Fang his eyes bugging out.

"Yah, Fine just a nightmare" I rolled on my back, thinking I don't want to close my eyes anytime soon.

"What was it about" Fang whispered

"Noting" I didn't want to worry him to.

"Max just tell me!" he said probably annoyed with my stubbornness.

"Fang, please I don't want to talk about it." I pleaded with my puppy dog eyes which were out of date.

He sighed sitting on my bed next to me, his hands in his face.

He pushed me over and laid down next to me. Fang had been acting really, like, un-Fang like lately I was wondering what his problem was. He had his eyes closed and started to stroke my hair. I was getting really weirded out. I mean we liked each other I was just to afraid to admit it. He didn't have a problem with showing it when it was just us two of us, but since Antarctica he hadn't been showing it lately, probably thinking I didn't like him the same way, even though I really love him more than a brother. I closed my eyes and let him comfort me. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me and I stared back and without thinking about it I leaned in and kissed him.