Barely Human
AN: This is set 3 years after Fang, and about 1 year after The Host. So Jamie is 16, Max/Fang/Iggy are 18ish etc. This is my first crossover so...enjoy. [:
Prologue
Jamie's POV
Melanie is a great sister. But sometimes, she annoys the Hell out of me.
She, Jared, Wanda, Ian and Doc were going to go see this other colony of humans, and she didn't want me to come, because she didn't think it was safe. Sure, it was in Antarctica, but so what? I'd gone on a bunch of raids throughout the last year, and I was 16. If the souls hadn't taken over the world, I'd be driving by now.
"Come on, Mel, let him come," Jared said, sticking up for me.
"It's Antarctica," she argued. "That's so far away! And it's absolutely freezing. I'm not going to let my little brother freeze to death."
"I'm sixteen," I said, getting a little ticked off. "Not five. Come on. If I freeze, Doc can just give me some Defrost and I'll be fine." Well, I wasn't sure that something like that existed, but you never know. I wouldn't be surprised.
Melanie was still unconvinced, so I crossed my arms and made my best badass face. I was taller than her now, by at least a few inches.
"It'll be good for him to get out," Ian pointed out. "He hasn't come on a raid for a few months." She made a face, but I could tell she was ready to cave. I glanced at Wanda, hoping for reinforcement, but she looked just as unsure as Mel.
"Just let him come, Melanie," Doc mumbled.
"Fine," she muttered, unhappy but outnumbered. "But I swear to God, Jamie, if you get into any trouble whatsoever, you'll have Hell to pay." I grinned.
"Sounds good. Thanks Mel." I shuffled to my room to pack, giddy with excitement. We were setting out tomorrow.
Max's POV
Damn, it was cold. I'd always hated Antarctica, since the first time we came here. But at least my flock was together and safe. That's all that mattered.
When Jeb and the rest of the annoying adults told me that I had to save the world, they clearly didn't expect it to be taken over by aliens. Ha-ha. How is it that I still find that funny? No, not funny exactly; more like ironic.
It was pretty scary, the takeover. But the flock, and Ella and Mom had all gotten out alive, and we were now living with some other survivors in this development we made in Antarctica. It was freezing and we had to kill fish for food (Gazzy was the only one who liked fish) but, again, we were together.
Fang had come back to find me right as the souls first started invading. I'll skip the mushy reuniting scene for now, but I was just so elated to have him back. And a little pissed that he'd left in the first place, but I got over that pretty easily.
Like I said, it was cold. But Fang's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, and that kept me warm enough. Iggy and Ella were closer than ever (getting the world invaded can do that sometimes), but Nudge was kind of depressed.
She's fifteen now, the age when hormones are really hyped up, especially if you're an over talkative avian-human cross bread. She feels that she'll never 'find love' and that she'll be a 'lonely bird freak forever'. The only other single boys at our little station were a Mexican twenty year old named Juan who spoke about ten words in English, and a ten year old kid named Jeffy who we had a feeling would grow up to like the same sex. And Gazzy, but that's kind of weird.
"Nudge looks so sad," I noted as we sat at the 'dining hall' (a room with some homemade tables and chairs).
"We all look sad when we're hungry," Fang pointed out. "Didn't Gazzy start crying when Iggy stole his cookie?" I glanced at him.
"Um, no. Not that I know of."
"Nudge is fine," he assured me. I glanced at her again, at the way she stirred at her food, uncharacteristically quiet and sullen.
"No she's not," I said sadly. "She's not."