Author's Note: Hey sup. Wow I like this story way more thsn the one I wrote before this. Like, this one actually has humor. And it's Niggy! Which is my Top 5 Fiction Pairing. Right before Fax and after Leah/Jacob. Anyway if you read the summary you'll know:

A Niggy story. The flock grew up as brothers and sisters. Eventually more. They suffered together.. and that's how they stayed. You know, together. They'll always be there for each, but maybe some more than others. There's Fang and Max, but this is about the too sweet pairing of our resident girlish chatterbox and our blind mad genius.
"It may be a little something called love. It's real and real hard to understand. But you'll get it eventually." he smirked.
"Know, you learn a lot about someone in fourteen years."
"You wouldn't understand." "Trust me, I think I would..."

Starts at the School. I had so much fun writing this; hope you have fun reading it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. I do own the plot though.

Ages: Iggy: 10 Nudge: 7

Iggy POV:

I'd been stuck here how long? Now, I believed about nine years. This place sucked.

I wrapped my arms around my knees to keep warm. The thing called 'winter' was here. When it got cold and the metal bars of our cages burned our skin and made us stiff. I was brought here in the 'spring', when the sky was clear and flowers bloomed far from our reach. My 'birthday' was April 15th.

I hugged myself closer. I winced when the stitches down my back stretched. The whitecoat who'd sewn them did them quick and uncarefully. Yeah, me running from the needle probably didn't help much. Ugh. The Erasers had gotten me pretty well. The others had done better and worse.

There was Max (I thought she had a guy's name too). She had long gold hair and brown eyes. I think she'd been here the longest of all six of us. She was nice to us, but terrible to the whitecoats. I liked her for that. A boy named Fang shared her cage. I didn't understand his name either. Fang didn't talk except to Max. He'd come here a week before me and him and Max had been best friends. Fang was dark haired and dark eyed and almost as good a fighter as Max. The Erasers had merely give him a sprained wrist and black eye.

In the cage beside them were a young brother and sister. The baby girl, Angel, was only two so she didn't have to fight. Max was outraged when they brought her here: a poor, innocent infant. The boy was a bit older and had to go to the training yard. The poor boy, who we named the Gasman, had a split lip and his light blonde hair was matted with blood.

Finally, there was Nudge. She'd shared my cage since I was seven. I kind of liked her. Max and Fang had been best friends and though they were nice to me, I wished I had someone beside me. So when the scientists threw a little brown eyed, brown haired, brown skinned girl in next to me, I was kind of happy. Nudge talked. Like, a lot. The polar opposite of Fang. After the fight, she'd come out the worst.

On the other side of the medium crate, she laid with her head on the bars. Her eyes were closed and she sported a fat lip. Her gown was bloodied and her ankle was set at a strange angle. Bruises, red and purpe, messed up all the skin you could see. Still she was kind of cute.

Weird.

I crawled over to her and nudged her cheek. I'd done the same thing every hour for the last two days. Finally she stirred. Nudge's eyes fluttered open and she asked,

"Igwy?"

I nodded that was my name. Sort of. She gave a smile and said,

"My foot."

I nodded again. "Hold still." I took her ankle in my hand and gave it hard twist. She whimpered but said, "Thanks" before falling back asleep.

Awhile later, two whitecoats came in. I recognized one of them: Jeb Batchelder. He was nice- as nice as They could be. The other was a young Japanese woman. She seemed incredibly perky. Ick.

Jeb knelt in front of Max and I caught pieces of what he told her, "cruical-not my decision- fairly successful- tonight- operation."

I wasn't surprised. We got tested on all the time. I was surprised when The Perky One came to my cage and said: "You. Male. I.J.G. 827254a. Come with us."

She unlocked the cage and the noise woke up Nudge. Her eyes widened but I shook my head; they hadn't come for her. The Perky One turned back to Jeb, and then me.

"Come out. This will be harmless." Snort. Yeah and harmless things involve: wind tunnels, chemicals, and electrocuting mazes. The Perky One got less happy. She pulled me out of the cage by my overgrown hair. Jeb carried me out. I looked at those five faces as I left and Nudge's smile was the last thing I saw.

The whitecoats spared no expense for this torture session. There were Erasers at every exit, who were eyeing the whitecoats more like they were snacks and less like they were their bosses. Scientists scurried around. They wheeled carts of gels, scalpels, needles, and medicine. You know, the stuff any nine year old loves.

Jeb whispered to Perky, "What are the side effects?"

Perky smiled and said, "Nothing permanent. Usually."

A whitecoat forced me into a pair of white shorts and tank top. They strapped me onto a table, the metal stinging my skin. I saw a syringe stabbed into my arm and I didn't feel anything anymore. I fell asleep but not before they shined a bright yellow lamp in my eyes.

Later, I thought I woke up but I must have still been asleep. Because I couldn't see the light.

Nudge POV:

"You're going to love this." A scientist chuckled. And not in, like, a nice way. He unlocked our cages and herded us into a corner. I looked at Max: shouldn't we try to escape? Max shook her head and I understood. We didn't have Iggy. Two Erasers carried in a struggling, pale lump. They threw Iggy into us. He got up onto his knees and patted around the room.

"Guys... g-guys where are you?"

The whitecoats laughed again and left, leaving on only one bright light.

Max knelt next to Iggy and put a hand on his shoulder. We followed her lead.

"Iggy," she said carefully, "what did they do this time?"

"I'm not sure. Thye shined something in my face then I woke up and it was all dark and they blindfolded me and brought me here."

Fang untied the blindfold and said, "Okay Iggy what do you see?"

"Nothing. You haven't taken it off yet." he answered, frowning.

"Yes, I did."

Iggy touched his face. He didn't feel anything 'cause there wasn't anything there.

"Max..." he whispered.

"Iggy," Max said. Panic was creeping into her voice. Max never panicked. "Iggy I'm not kidding what do you see? Don't joke."

"I'm not joking either! I can't see, it's all black!"

"My gosh. Iggy you're blind."

I don't quite remember what happened next. There was a lot of crying, and cursing, and threats. Finally three whitecoats came in and herded us back into our cages. We were too upset to fight back. I turned to Iggy who was rocking on his heels and talking to himself. I crawled beside him and squeezed him.

"I'm going to be useless. I'll walk off a cliff or something. Can I even fly if I can't see? I'll get hurt and since I'm even more of a mess the whitecoats will kill me off and if they don't you all will resent having to watch out for me."

I was whipped. It took a lot if energy to say: "No you won't! You're amazing. And even if the others don't, I'll take care of you."

I fell asleep about then. But before I drifted off, I think I heard him say: "I'll take care of you, too."