Back again! This is the prequel to Fractured Flock (FF). You CAN begin reading it here, if you haven't read that one already, but it might make more sense the other way around. As you guys review *hint hint!* let me know which one you read first and how you like it pleeease!

A warning: This isn't Fax. If you want Fax see FF. This is Mylan? Dax? Dunno.

Eventually I'll probably work in Fang's POV and explain stuff with he and Nat. If lost, again see FF. Confused yet?

A friendly reminder that I do NOT own Maximum Ride and unless JP suffers an unfortunate accident and leaves the rights to me I never will…so, I never will. Enjoy!

*The Missing Chapter*

"Max, are you sure about this?" Dylan asked nervously. I rolled my eyes, yet again. I was beginning to wonder if his wings were even real with how nervous he sounded.

"Dylan, I am positive." I said, scooting closer to the edge of the roof.

"Welcome to Maximum Ride's School of Flight. Please keep all arms and legs attached to the body at all times as we are not responsible for broken or missing appendages and enjoy your flight." I mocked a flight attendant. I put my hand to Dylan back and pushed. I watched his descent with mild interest, having done this tons of times already with the younger kids.

Sure enough, like clockwork he got halfway down and I saw his feathers ruffling.

"That's what I'm talking about!" I cheered from the roof. Dylan was still falling but not nearly as fast anymore.

"Wow!" I heard Dylan laughing with joy, amazed that he had picked up so quickly. He hovered for a second before he seemed stuck.

"Um…Max?" He shouted up at me.

"Yo!"

"What do I do now?" He asked nervously. Amateurs.

I hovered down to his height and floated gracefully next to him.

"Okay, you've got the flapping thing down. Cool. But there is more to it. You need to be able to…steer, I guess is the right word." I supplied.

"And how do I do that?" He asked, seemingly a little frustrated.

"These are you primaries. Angle them in the direction you want to go." I directed, poking those feathers lightly.

"And flying is like running. The harder you flap and the more energy you put into it the faster you will go. Got it?" I asked.

He nodded nervously. He didn't get it.

"Just try it. It sounds harder than it is."

It took him a couple of tries but eventually he got it. He wasn't as graceful as the rest of us, but at least he could survive a fall, maybe even fly to the next town now. Not bad for only one day's progress.

"You picked it up pretty quick." I complimented him as he pulled twigs and leaves out of his hair. He had accidently steered into some huge oak branches bringing some foliage with him.

"Really?" He asked with surprise.

I nodded. He learned quicker than the younger kids but that's probably because he was older. I was trying to remember how old I was when I started flying when Dylan's voice interrupted me.

"It's just because I had a good teacher." He smirked with a wink, and strolled into the living room. I fought the blush coming to my cheeks and began looking for my boyfriend. Little did I know that this was just one in a long string of awkward moments between Dylan and me.