Might be a story…might be a one-shot…depends on the hype of it. Please review if you think I should continue with this.

PLOT: Iggy was given by Jeb a serum that allowed him to see through anyone's eyes. For once in his life, Iggy can see. What happens when he looks through Fang's eyes? Takes place after MAX.

1

"Iggy?" Jeb's voice was low-barely a whisper, but my hearing was better than everyone else's because you know when you're blind all your senses are better than everyone elses's except your sight. I'd rather have lame, really bad hearing and taste and be able to see again but the stupid School had taken that away.

"What?" I asked waiting for my world to change. Max would never approve of me being here but she doesn't understand! None of them do! They all have their stupid sight and I have to stand in blackness. And do not give me that seeing Antarctica crap! Everyone for the most part was blurs of colors! I wanted eyes and faces! I wanted distinct edges! I hated seeing just colors through touch! What hurt the most is I knew what it was like to see once upon a time.

"When I give you this serum, you'll only see black and white. Our technology isn't that advanced. It's like how the television started out in black and white. Maybe one day, we'll have color and give it to you but for now-,"

"Just do it doc," I ordered. I felt the cold steel of the table I was sitting on. Don't get me wrong- I was freaking out. The smell of the antibiotics is enough to make me act like Max when I found her bra (by "accident" if she ever mentions it). "Get it over with," I muttered.

"Iggy, listen. You have to understand, don't get a habit of acting off what you see. You'll only be looking through other peoples eyes. There might be a warning to that as well-,"

"JEB! Just but the needle in my arm and hook me up! I'm dying here wasting away seconds when I could be seeing!" There was silence minus the ticking of the annoying second hand of a clock on the wall behind me by approximately five feet. The table I sat on was silver by the touch of it.

I felt Jeb's calloused hands on my arm while tying a tight rope just above my elbow. Then, in seconds, there was a pinch and I felt cool liquid entering my blood. Like I said- super aware senses- more advanced than a "normal" bird-kid. I bit my lip as there was a deep burning now all over in my veins. As it crawled up, I began to scratch at my skin. Oh God! If I died Max would soooo kill me and Fang would too. Gazzy wouldn't have a bomb buddy. Nudge would have no one to listen to her. Angel wouldn't have her favorite smiley pancakes unless Max tried to make them and we all know how that would go.

I listened to that stupid clock again as I squinted my eyes shut- even though it was pointless to do that. It was just natural reaction of the human/bird body. "Iggy," Jeb was speaking with a calm and serious voice, "Open your mind, open your eyes, what do you see?" I opened my actual eyes- nothing. "Focus on my mind Iggy- see what happens."

Okay, I thought, Jeb, think about Jeb. Slowly, I felt myself being dragged like the undercurrent of the ocean. My darkness slowly blended into colors and then lines. Slowly, I found myself staring at a boy. He was tall, breathing slowly, his clear eyes staring out into no where, with a pointy chin, light needed to be trimmed hair, a polo, and jeans. On his back were two large wings that were a mixture of white and black feathers. Oh man- that was me and I was looking through Jeb's eyes. I watched as my mouth moved, "Doc! I can see me! It worked." I didn't want to leave but eventually, I had to pull my sight away and jumped off the table. I turned towards Jeb's beating heart because for the moment that was all I could go off.

"Just be careful and don't tell anyone Iggy," Jeb warned.

***

I stood at the kitchen working with the food trying to make us dinner again. Max was busy scolding Gazzy (and soon me) for kind of burning the side of our house. Since our submarine adventure, we had been living in another safe house and Mr. Chu hasn't bothered us at all. Nudge and Angel were watching television I believe. Fang was off being Fang somewhere. It's hard to tell, my hearing can't catch him sometimes. He was that good.

I heard the swinging of the fan above my head, it was really hot after all and it was summer. Plus, the giant wings serve as warm blankets that are uncomfortable in this weather. I was trying to boil a bunch of hot dogs, a bowl of mac and cheese, and was hoping someone would come to help me.

Jeb had just given me the serum about a day ago and I hadn't tried it since that first time. I was trying to think of what I wanted to see first after seeing myself. There were plenty of things I could think of but they were situations that were hard to get into without telling anyone in the flock. If I could, I would ask for them to all take turns standing in front of one person just so I could see them. But that would give it away.

"Iggy," suddenly Max was in the kitchen again. I nodded my head to show I was listening, "What have I told you about explosives near the house?" Max is the leader, you aren't supposed to screw with her but I always figured since we were the same age that I had special privileges.

"I didn't do it," I muttered while poking at one of the countless hot dogs to determine if they were done or not. They smelled all right from what I could tell. I heard Max let out a breath of frustration. I smirked but had my head turned away from her to make sure she couldn't tell.

Suddenly, I heard Max yelp and panicking I turned around. "Fang!" Max yelled and I slightly relaxed. "Will you stop that?" Just then, I took the moment to see what Fang saw. I had no idea why but I really wanted to what Max looked like.

Fang, I focused on his mind, and slowly and I staring from a different view of the kitchen I had somewhat memorized without an actual idea as to what it looked like. There was an island with a black counter and white cabinets. There were the plates I had set up for dinner for everyone to grab once dinner was ready. I stood over by the stove but all of this was in the backdrop to what Fang was really focusing on.

Max was there in front of him in a tight black tee shirt (or blue, I wasn't sure, I was colorblind now). Her long hair, which I knew for a fact was blonde, curled and there were a few strands sticking out all over the place but they were still perfect somehow. Her eyes were a bit relaxed and confused as Fang (and I) just stared at her. Her chin was lifted up a bit because she had to stare up at him. I could sort of tell the blush on her cheeks.

"What are you staring at?" Max asked with her full lips and I watched myself jump in the background as I thought she was talking to me. I observed the screen, observing Max's chest and flat stomach. Her wings were peeking just over her shoulder. One of her hands ran through her hair as this exchanged between Fang and her kept going. Eventually, I saw Fang blink for the first time, not wanting to take his eyes of her. From what I witness, Max's skin looked soft and delicate even though the expression on her face was tough and angry. Then, like an elastic band pulled to far, I recoiled back into my self and the image disappeared. My heart was pounding in my ears as I replayed my new image of Max over and over again in my head.

Max was beautiful.