Title: We Make A Great Pair
Author: Wondertitch
Summary: Now they have a real home, Max and Nudge see how much of a great pair they are.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Max/Nudge, light Fang/Iggy
WARNING: Two members of the same sex will engage in romantic activity. If you have a problem with that, leave. If not, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nada. Zip and zilch.
This fanfic will be written from the POV of Max or Nudge, depending on the chapter. It's just an idea that popped into my head the other day, so please reveiw.
Pretty please?
We Make A Great Pair
As I opened the door, I couldn't help but smile. We, the flock, had finally got a home. A home we could legally call our own. Everyone raced into the room, rushing past me, almost knocking me over.
I heard the woman entering the apartment next to our own make a 'hump' sort of noise, clearly not impressed with the idea of 3 24 year olds, a 21 year old, an 18 Year old and a 16 year old moving into the slightly larger apartment next door. But who cares.
You know what? I don't swear much, but fuck her. Had she any idea what we have bee through in our life, she would be more sympathetic.
Then again, maybe not. Sure, we now have official existence, The School has been shut down and all the mutants freed, but we are the new minority. A lot of people fear us without a reason and we have a hard time walking down the street without abuse, so we keep our 'abilities' a secret. Only tell those that need to know.
So where was I? Ah yes, Gazzy was dragging Iggy around the apartment, getting him used to the new obstacles and explaining what was in the room while the blond ran his fingers lightly over the table, chairs and walls. Fang had been watching this with a light glint in his eye. The two of them have been an item for about a year now.
Fang and Iggy I mean, not Fang and Gazzy. Now that would be interesting.
Angel was running around the place, giggling that brand new high school giggle of hers. She's been going for a week now and already she's a hit with everyone. She attracted quite a few guys of late, but who wouldn't what my little precious? She just gorgeous.
"Max! Stop it; I'm not your little precious!" I can hear her scream from the other side of the apartment.
Then again, maybe she's just using her power to convince them they love her.
"I so love that you trust me!" Sarcastic kid.
And finally my eyes fall on Nudge, who's just come back from checking out the rooms. "Ok guys, we have some… interesting news. There's three bedrooms, one with a bunk bed, one with two singles and one with a double. I reckon we put the terrible two in the bunk, the boys in the double and the girls in the singles?" She said at roughly 40 miles an hour; if anyone else had heard her, all they would have heard was random babble.
Everyone nodded for a few moments, then ran to their new rooms, cries of excitement ringing around the apartment.
I watched this happen from the door frame. I hadn't moved once since I had opened it to reveal our new home. It'd taken me three months to earn enough money for the deposit and two months rent in advance (I only worked minimum wage as a sectary in a pro-mutants lawyer's office) but a place to call our own was worth it.
After the cries died down, I closed the door behind me and headed into my new room. Nudge was already unpacking her backpack, shoving her clothes into a chest of drawers.
"This place is so great Max! So much better than that dump we had to stay in with the other mutants that the government put us in. I hated that place, they never had any space, clean sheets, hot water, fridges, proper bathrooms-"
I put my hand up, signalling for her to stop. She understood, the flicked her long brown hair back and continued unpacking. She always did that when she thought that people were fed up with her, but in all honesty it was cute.
She had grown so much. Like the rest of us, she was always tall, but being younger always meant that she was the shortest of the four oldest. Now she looks down at Fang and I, reaching Iggy's height of 6" 5'.
She also grew her hair, so it reaches the small of her back. She plans to use straighteners when she can afford some, but I prefer her hair like it is, wavy.
And I'm not going to lie, when she hit 14, her chest filled out some. Gazzy went through a phase of loving her when that happened. What is it with pre-teen boys?
As for me, I stopped growing at 6ft. I kept dying my hair, so now I have dark blonde hair with highlights. And I wear baggy jeans more often now, where as Nudge leans more to the tight clothes. For work I wear this pant suit, which Nudge and angel helped me pick out. My girls have got some fashion sense about them.
Speaking of the devil, no wait: Angel, the Blonde walked in in a huff.
"Max!" She yelled as she landed n my bed, "Gazzy's stolen the top bunk when I called it."
I sighed, give a sweet angelic mutant five days with normal kids and you have an average teenager all of a sudden. What a mistake!
I landed with a thump onto my bed. Then, stiffly, looked over to the digital clock to my left. 11:37 kept flashing at me.
I had just spent the past two hours breaking a fight between Angel and Gazzy over the top bunk. Angel had bewitched Gazzy into climbing out of his window and was about to make him jump when I walked in.
She said she was going to let him go after he had jumped, so he could fly away, or so she promised.
Nudge landed on her bed, seconds after I had. She had just finished finding the two lover-birds, Iggy and Fang, who had run off to check the local area out. At 10 o'clock at night.
Nudge groaned as she rolled onto her back. "They would be dead if it wasn't for us."
"From killing each other." I corrected.
Nudge laughed slightly. "Good team work." She laid out her flat palm which I low fived.
"We make a great pair."