Disclaimer: Yes, because if I were James Patterson, I would be writing fanfiction. Obviously, I do not own Maximum Ride.


Claimer: I own this plot, this name, this idea, and fourteen baseball cards that I just found yesterday underneath my bed.


"Mommy," my daughter, Kaylia, said as she looked up at me with wide, trusting eyes, "tell me about the first boy you fell in love with."

I was a bit taken aback, but then I smiled, a million lost memories swirling in my heart and swelling up in tears at the backs of my eyes. Fang. I began to speak in a dreamy, un-Maxlike voice, seemingly involuntarily. "He never spoke much, but his eyes were amazing; like they held the key to the world." My world, anyway. "They drank everything in, and all was lost in their depths. His smile was rare, but it was what I lived for." I hated myself for the tears that were forcing themselves against my closed eyes. "He was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"What—what happened to him?" Kaylia wanted to know.

I opened my eyes again. "What happened to him? What do you mean, what happened to him? He's right over there."

And she looked over to where I was pointing, and met the eyes of the man she called her father.


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