A/N. Hi! Welcome to the wonderful land of SallSall's words. I'm trying a new approach of writing, so don't expect the best. This story may ot be updated for awhile- just warning you. Check out my other story, The Nanny if you can. Peace out, SallSall.

Disclaimer: I'm a female. Enough said.


"Hey, you!" A girl with brown, blonde streaked hair called out. Her eyes were a chocolate brown colour and they were round and sort of angry at the moment. Her expression made the sides of her eyes crinkle up and it made her look, well, adorably cute. -Although I'm sure she would appreciate hearing that, considering she was, what, 25?

I turned around, as did several other shoppers, at her second yell. Just the sight of her got a few wolf whistles and stares among the bustling throng of people at the shopping centre.

"Yeah, you!" This comment seemed to be directed at me. Confused, I studied her even further. Did she know me? I was prepared to explain that I didn't do anything wrong when I noticed the fading spots of bruises all along her long leg. Ah, I knew her know. Well, not knew her, but recognised her.

Are you with me here? Well if not, let's go back a bit.

Okay, so I'm walking down Main Street, minding my own business, ready to go to work. - Or my part time work, anyway. There are lots of people surrounding me as we all take the same route. The traffic light turns green and we all start walking like a massive tidal wave when I hear a high-pitched feminine scream. Like, panicked scream, not an excited squeal.

So, me being the super hero here, I run off towards where I heard it. I see a young lady wearing a long, sparkling green dress that, well, let's just say looked fabulous on her. All her curves were brought out by the design of it.

Anyway, apparently this lady's high-heeled shoe or something is stuck in a grate in the middle of the road. Of course, there happens to be a runaway dumpster rolling towards her. So, being a gentleman and all I call out, "Ma'am, leave the shoe and run!" But, her, being all worried about a $1000 shoe (Wow) 'doesn't' hear me and continues tugging at it.

So, I run across the road, and by now the dumpster is hurtling along and about to collide with her, and I jump tackle her to get out of the way. We land sprawled in a messy tangle on the other side, safely. A crowd of people starting forming and someone called an ambulance. Because, see, when I pushed her roughly, she somehow hit her head on the concrete and blood was gushing out a head wound.

"Ma'am? Are you all right?" I asked, remembering all my training as a doctor. "Give her space! I'm a doctor." I ordered.

The lady stirred slightly, wincing a bit. "My shoe?" She wondered weakly.

I gave her a charming smile. "Your shoe is perfectly good, Ma'am. See, I have it right here." I showed it to her, and she closed her eyes peacefully, bringing out her beautiful, long lashes.

The wailing of sirens alerted me to the arrival of the ambulance. I rode with her to the hospital as I realised I didn't even know her name. One of the men elbowed me with recognition. "Hey, man. Who's this pretty thing and what happened to her? And you?"

I stared down at myself, confused, when I saw the red trail of blood on my arm and chest. I must've scraped myself whilst being heroic.

To answer his question, "I have no idea, check for ID. And she almost got hit by a dumpster."

We found a drivers licence that said 'Maximum Ride'. Spontaneous name, I liked it. Hey, was SHE a DUDE? I mean, Maximum. Wait, no I was pretty sure she was a lady. If her curvy body supplied any evidence to prove that. Wow, this was a strange train of thought. Let's not get distracted now, hey? On with the recount…

A colleague checked me- that was awkward, her being my 'apprentice' and all- and the lady was taken in to a private room. I sat outside in the waiting area after my check over until her doctor gave me the 'ok'. He assured me they'd find out her family as soon as she gained consciousness. I walked out without another backwards glance.


"Hey, you!" A girl with brown, blonde streaked hair called out. Her eyes were a chocolate brown colour and they were round and sort of angry at the moment. Her expression made the sides of her eyes crinkle up and it made her look, well, adorably cute. -Although I'm sure she would appreciate hearing that, considering she was, what, 25?

I turned around, as did several other shoppers, at her second yell. Just the sight of her got a few wolf whistles and stares among the bustling throng of people at the shopping centre.

"Yeah, you!" This comment seemed to be directed at me. Confused, I studied her even further. Did she know me? I was prepared to explain that I didn't do anything wrong when I noticed the fading spots of bruises all along her long leg. Ah, I knew her know. Well, not knew her, but recognised her.

It was the lady I'd rescued. I slowly picked my way towards her, excusing my self between people. "Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?" The shopping centre, which had quietened down somewhat, seemed to move on and the bustling began once more.

The lady- wait, I knew her name now, Maximum- gestured to a coffee table and I curiously sat down, resting my messenger bag on the ground and hanging my jacket over the back of the chair. I had a feeling I'd be here for awhile.

"You had something to say to me, Ma'am?"

Maximum eyed me from over her just bought coffee. She slowly and deliberately spooned froth into her mouth, making me wait. And wait. Finally, she put the spoon down on the saucer and looked me straight on. Well, looked up at me. I was a bit taller than her even though we were both slouching in our seats.

"Yeah. I did have something to say to you. But first of all, I need a cookie." She stood up and walked over to the counter, pointing and talking to the person. It gave me a chance to study her. Some of her fashion sense had obviously gone down the drain. She was in jeans, a plain green T-shirt and worn sneakers. –Altogether costing less than one of the earrings she was wearing last week. Strange for someone who's worried about a shoe.

"Earth to saviour guy." I blinked at Maximum's hand, which was in front of my face.

"Yes? And the name's Fang, Ma'am."

"Okay, well, can I ask you a question?" Maximum wondered.

"You just did." I pointed out and she scowled. Uncrossing her arms and taking a bite out of her cookie, Maximum continued.

"It was a rhetorical question, Fang. Firstly, I'm Max. Secondly, well, I guess I have to thank you for rescuing me. One of the doctors was with me before, helping me shop and she told me you saved me. Thanks. What exactly did you save me from, may I ask?"

I stared confusedly at Max. "You don't almost get hit by a dumpster and forget." I remarked, genuinely astonished.

Max's eyebrows pulled together. "I got hit by a dumpster? Hmm, I don't remember that. The doctors said I was probably suffering from concussion when I couldn't tell them who my parents were. They said my memory would come back quickly. Sure hope it does."

There was a pause. What could I say? Every sentence I tried out in my mind didn't really work.

"What are you? My boyfriend? My brother? A friend? One of my friends' friend?" Max listed pretty much all the possibilities. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Uh, no. Look, before the incident, I didn't know who you were. You are still a total stranger. I have no idea who you are except that your name is Maximum Ride."

Max frowned. "I already know my name thanks, Mister Fang." She mocked, "That's about the only thing I know though. Damn! I was hoping you could spark a memory or two." She slumped in defeat.

Absurdly, I felt like I should pout my arm around her and comfort her. But I didn't. Max again ploughed me with questions.

"Why did you save me then? Why the hell was I almost hit by a dumpster? Why can't I remember anything? Do I live somewhere?"

The last question caught me off guard. "I saved you because it was the right thing to do. You were almost hit by a dumpster because you got a shoe stuck in a grate in the middle of the road and you HAD to rescue it. As for the other two questions, I'm a doctor but that's not my area of expertise. I guess you can stay at my place tonight and tomorrow we'll go and see what the clinic have found out about you. Okay?"

Max absently chewed her cookie. I wondered where she'd got the money to pay for the meal. I also wondered why the medical staff had let her out because clearly, she wasn't in full health. And just to get all my wonderings out there, I also wondered what my roommate who apparently had feelings for me would think of Max. Plus, I wanted to know what I would eat for dinner tonight. But that was completely off topic.

"Okay, why was I trying to rescue a shoe? When a DUMPSTER was going to squash me flat into a splatter off goo and gore?" I winced at the mental image.

"Nice description. You see, try to remember that I don't know you. I don't know why you were so intent on saving the shoe over your life, but I do know you seemed to have a whole different attitude on life when I rescued you."

Max looked thoughtful. She seemed to be going over things in her head. After munching the last bit of her cookie and finishing her now cold coffee, she stood up. She stuck out a delicate, manicured hand and hissed when she saw her nails.

"Wow. I must have been off my rocker before. This incident may have been the best thing that's ever happened to me. I already sold those ugly, heavy diamond earrings and those horrid shoes. Oh, and some huge rings that were too sparkly for my taste. Now, I see nail polish remover is added to my shopping list."

Smirking, I pushed in my chair, scooped up my jacket and put the messenger strap over my shoulder. I jerked my head towards the door. Max obediently followed me out into the sea of people. "Don't you have to tell the nurse who came with you goodbye, Ma'am?" I asked.

Max narrowed her eyes at me. "It's MAX, you big doofus. If you call me Ma'am, I'm calling you Tooth, and I'll punch you. Yeah, I'll go find that lady who came with me. Be right back."

I plucked a newspaper from the stand and read today's headlines. One of the headlines read: BEWARE of aliens. I snorted, earning a strange look from the saleslady. I put on my dazzling smile for her and she looked away, blushing. Content, I flicked through the pages until I became aware of a small presence next to me.

"Mmm hmm?"

A cough. I glanced up, or down, as it happened to be. A slim, athletic lady who looked incredibly beautiful cleared her throat again. "What can I do for you, Ma'am?" She scowled.

A fist came flying out and hit my square on the chest. I stood there winded for a second or two. Then came the confusion. "Why the hell did you hit me?" I hissed, trying not to make a scene.

The girl cocked her head. "I said, if you ever called me 'Ma'am' again I'd…" oh. I knew that voice.

"What happened to you?" I asked Max, gesturing to her clothes and heavily make up covered face.

"Liz went and bought me some clothes anyway and she insisted on dressing me up with make up as well. I feel yucky. Can we go now?" I nodded and showed her to my old jalopy.

As we drove, I began to think up ways I'd explain Max to Chelsea. (My roomy) All my mates had said Chelsea looked at me with more than friendship and I nervously wondered how she'd take the news of another FEMALE sleeping in our house for a night. And Chelsea was the overdramatic type…


A/N: So, what did you think? As always, reviews are mucho appreciated. And since this is a new story, I'd love a few reviews to get it started. Bye for now!

Peace out,

SallSall.

P.S. I've resolved to short Author's notes. Pray it can last! Cya.