This sort of just came to me when I sprained my ankle and spent a day at a museum in a wheelchair. I really hope you all like it! Plus I expect tons of reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Maximum Ride characters except from the ones I make up. ; )

Like I said in my summary, just imagine this happened after Fang and Fang never left. Like, there was no other epilogue. It just ended with Total's wedding.

Max POV

I looked at Fang, my right wing man, my soul mate, and he smiled at me. The flock was back at our little house in Colorado. Fang and I were on our way to get breakfast. I decided to give the Flock a treat, so Fang and I were going to the nearest town, going to the nicest diner, and taking home a king-worthy meal.

We circled the nearest town, and landed behind an IHOP. I'm pretty sure we've heard of it, or flown over it once or twice. Wasn't IHOP short for IHOP FOR JOY THAT THIS PLACE IS SO GREAT or something? Well it should be. We landed, and I fixed my hair, attempting to look normal. Fang just gave me a look that said Forget it, it's helpless.

I nodded in understanding. We headed in, ordered everything the flock wanted, included blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes, hash browns, waffles, muffins, chocolate milk, orange juice, and much more, I assure you. Then we ordered it all to go. The waitress was a little shocked, but didn't complain.

Carrying the food while flying was hell. We both held six bags each, three on each arm, filled with Styrofoam containers. We were lucky that the house wasn't that far away, or we would have fallen right out of the sky.

But we didn't even make it all the way home before we heard the cries for help.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Fang. He shook his head.

Then I heard another "Help! Help me!"

"Okay, I heard that." Fang said, raising his eyebrows.

I looked down, and sure enough, I saw a person on the ground, in the middle of the forest. I could barely see her under all the trees, but I could just make out her figure.

I looked at Fang. We both knew the last time I stopped mid-flight for someone who needed help, I found my half-sister and nearly killed myself. Win some, lose some.

"No, Max, we'll drop off breakfast at home, then go check it out. We can't stop now."

Of coarse, following my stupid gut, I started to drop down to ground level.

Fang yelled for me, again and again, but I ignored him. I landed, almost dropping the food, and started running towards the voice.

As I got closer, I could tell the yelling was coming from a teenage girl. At least that's what it sounded like. I folded in my wings, sensing that she was close.

I hopped over a couple bushes and found a girl crumbled on the ground, next to a knocked over wheel chair in the middle of the forest. What the…?

I dropped the food carefully on the ground and ran to her side, hearing Fang's footsteps behind me.

"Oh thank God. Please… you have to help me!" She said in between pants and sobs.

I kneeled beside her, looking for broken bones or sprains.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to sit her up.

"I was just wheeling through, and my wheelchair caught on something, and the next thing I knew I'm on the ground and there's a horrible pain on my shoulder."

"Okay, first, do you think you're shoulder might be dislocated? Second, what the hell were you doing in the middle of the woods on a wheelchair? Third, what's your name? Just so I have something to call you."

She stuttered at first, too shocked to answer right away. "Uh… no. I've dislocated my shoulder before, and it hurt a lot worse than this. I just think I badly bruised it. Um, what I'm doing out here is kind of complicated to explain. Let's just say that I've been out here for days. And my name is Jone. I don't have a last name. Never did. At least not one that I'm aware of."

I nodded, checking her shoulder. She was right. Her shoulder blade was badly bruised, close to dislocating. But it would heal. Like everything else. I helped her up, and picked up her wheelchair with my free hand. She sat down heavily in it, and sighed with relief.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You're a saint." Jone said.

I shrugged. "So, uh, why are you in a wheelchair, anyway?" I asked, trying not to pry.

"Oh, um… I was paralyzed from the waist down when I was four. I've been in this exact wheelchair ever since."

Huh. I've never met someone who was subjected to a life in a wheelchair. I've heard about this kind of stuff, but never actually seen it. After she told me this, I realized that her legs were completely limp. I hadn't noticed that before. Usually I'm more observant.

Fang caught up with us, looked at Jone, and gave me a questioning glare.

"Oh, um, Fang this is Jone. Jone, meet Fang." I said, motioning to each other with my hand.

Fang said hi absently, then looked at me. "Max, what the hell was that about? I said we couldn't land."

"And yet, we both landed." I said. "Plus, it was the right thing to do. Jone here, would have probably died of starvation or shock or something if I hadn't come to her rescue."

"I'm sorry." Jone said. "I don't mean to be a burden. I guess it was just instinct to shout for help."

Fang shook his head. "No, it wasn't your fault. Don't apologize."

All was silent, except for a couple morning birds chirping in the distance.

"So, were you guys flying or something and spotted me?" I looked at Fang, my eyes a bit wide. How could she have possibly guessed we were flying? Did she see one of our wings? I looked at Fang. No, his wings were folded in tightly against his back. "I don't know how you could have heard me in a plane, so I figured one of you must have saw me. Or were you in a helicopter?" She continued. Oh, okay. She thought we were in a plane. Good. "I heard you guys talking about landing before, so I just assumed…"

"Yeah." I said. "We were flying, and I saw you." She nodded.

"Okay, well, do you know your way back to a main road? Because we've got to get this food to our house." Fang said. I looked at him as if he were crazy. Because I thought he was. Was he serious? We couldn't leave this poor, disabled girl find her way out of the middle of the forest and try to hitchhike!

"Fang!" I hissed. He glared at me, his face questioning. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I said more calmly, gesturing with my head for him to follow me. I lead him behind a tree, making sure we were out of Jone's hearing range.

"What are you doing?" I snapped at him, my voice harsh but only above a whisper.

"I was making sure she knew her way back. It's called being nice." He half-whispered back.

"No, that's not being nice. That's just a kind way of saying 'We're leaving now don't bother to follow us.'" I couldn't believe he was really considering this. I understood he was mad when I saved Ella from those jerks and got shot, but there was no one here to threaten us, and the girl's in a freaking wheelchair!

"Well what do you expect me to say?" He hissed.

I hesitated, expecting him to figure it out on his own.

He figured it out. "Max, no, that's out of line."

"The least we can do is help her. She obviously has no where to go. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. And she told me she doesn't have a last name."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes. "So that means she probably never had parents. She probably never had a family, so she was never officially named. I bet you she named herself Jone."

Fang sighed. He was irritated, but he would have to deal. I knew this was the absolute right thing to do, so I was intended on doing it.

"Fine." He said, a little harshly. I smiled triumphantly.

I walked back to Jone, with Fang on my heels, and said, "Jone, our house is not that far away from here, so we're going to go there, drop off all this food, then come back and get you."

"How do I know you'll come back?" Jone asked. Her eyes were sincere, and a little afraid yet very happy.

I took off the home-made necklace Angel made me for our last "birthday". Fang had one just like it, but a tad different. I placed it in her hands.

"This is a necklace my little sister made for me. It's very special, and I love it. So I wouldn't give it to you if I wasn't coming back."

Jone nodded, and smiled. She looked at the necklace, playing with it in her hands. "Thank you. For helping me, I mean."

I smiled at her. I could tell she trusted us, and that she knew I trusted her too.

I grabbed the bags of food, and Fang did the same. "Oh, and Jone," Jone looked up at me expectantly. "We weren't flying in a plane. Or a helicopter. If you are coming back with us, then you should know how you're getting there."

I revealed my wings, watching Jone's eyes go wide. They went even wider when she saw Fang's wings. I laughed a little, then took off.

I felt great after that. Accomplished. Compassionate. However you want to call it, it felt great.

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