Hey! This Fanfiction is based entirely off Maximum Ride (By James Patterson) and The Bachelorette, ABC's hit TV show. I hope you love it! RNR! :) (Note: This is if the "Angel Experiment" was terminated before it hardly started…)

(~Jeb POV~)

"Listen Batchelder, this is a great idea and all, but isn't possible, plus funds are needed right now. More important projects are going on, we don't have time just to mix DNA around anymore. Those days are over."

"We never have mixed DNA just for the heck of it, Mike! I believe in this experiment, I know it will be a success! he right one we have been looking for, this is it!"

"Maybe later Jeb, but right now it just isn't possible, The Director said no more unless she approves, and she has 4 projects of her own in the works."

I suddenly became sheepish, "I already did it. They should be ready for nursing in a few hours." Mikes face became bright red.

"Jeb! What the heck is your head? You did an experiment approved by no one?"

"Yes, I mean just wait, these are going to save us! Trust me." I tried to sound confident.

"I'll pull the wolf whatever hybrids Joe wanted to do, but this is to save our company thanks to you being so irresponsible, kill them! Terminate them! Just make sure the director never finds out."

"So throw it in the can? They are already done!"

"Yes! You used money and supplies that we don't have any extra of! Get rid of them!" Mike's temper rose.

"No that is a waste!" I regretted the words as they came out of my mouth.

"Jeb you are fired! Get rid of your monstrosities and pack up your things and LEAVE!"

I much as I was upset about being fired, I was more upset about my experiment, my angels. What was I going to do with 6 babies (Well 3, and 3 are still in test tubes) that were growing wings? I looked at one of their little incubation chambers. 3 were ready, the others I didn't quite know when they would finish. Max, she was my star, destined for amazing things, or she was. I just couldn't kill them. I have seen experiments die before, it's not that, but I know these were perfect combinations of avian and human DNA and I couldn't waste my perfect Angels. I couldn't raise 3 babies and nurture my other 3 on my own. Then it hit me. Valencia Martinez, Max's mother.

21 years later…

(~Max POV~)

Who invented this awful dress? So itchy. This makes prom look like the best thing ever. So it totally maybe for some people, which in a way is pathetic, but I hated prom. Don't even get me started on my date that I knocked unconscious. My palms were all sweaty and these earrings they made me wear, made my head feel 10 pounds heavier. This so wasn't Max. I'm going to knock out those little twerps myself. UGH, talk about wanting to crawl under a rock and die. Then a limo pulled around the corner. "Welcome to heck," I greeted myself.

Oh, you don't exactly know where I am or who I am or what the heck I am rambling about. Well you will find out soon enough. Let's go back a bit...

Groggily, I raised my head from my pillow, living without your mom sucks, in most ways anyway. I mean it's cool I can watch whatever I want when I want, don't have to listen to 80's music, and don't have to fold laundry that isn't my own. But I do have to make my own food, (I am cooking impaired) clean up after myself, and pay bills. So mostly it sucks, but at least I have my sister Ella living with me, but she isn't a great cook either. I was really hungry for something other than a stale bagel from the pantry of our tiny apartment, so I got in the car (I hate cars, but Ella afraid of heights so she insists…more on that later) with Ella to drive to our mom's house.

"Surprise! We need good home cooked food!" I called out busting through the front door.

"Max!" A sweet voice sang, it was my other little sister, Angel. She is 13 now. "Mom already started making pancakes. I knew it was what you wanted." She smiled sweetly, and then hugged Ella too.

If you are wondering how she knew I wanted pancakes, some may say she knows me really well, but she just reads minds, that's all.

"Smells delish momma!" I grinned as a sat at the breakfast bar, "Wish we could have this every morning."

"Just glad my two adults still like coming around so often! It feels like you still live here." She smiled and handed me a short stack.

"Yum pancakes!" came a high cheery voice from up the stairs, "Max and Ella are here again? Do you guys ever leave? I'm trying to enjoy being the oldest and having my own room." Nudge my other sister who is 19 winked at us and grabbed a plate.

Yeah, I have a lot of sisters. But it's all girls around here, we are all adopted, except Ella and Me, we are biological half sisters. Ella's dad is gone, and so is mine. Jeb (my dad) used my mom's eggs we were used for an 'experiment' that didn't work out and my he dumped us on her when we were newborns after he finished 'treating us'. He took the second half of his experiment with him. We don't know where he is, or who the other people are, and frankly no one cared. So me, Nudge (aka Monique), and Angel are scientific rejects, but we all live happily with our mom who is a vet. What happened to us in that lab? Well we have…how do I put this? Gifts. Like take Angel's mind reading. Plus, she can talk to sea life, breathe underwater and control peoples' minds. Nudge can attract metal, and hack any computer in 5 minutes tops. I too can breathe underwater and fly at unimaginable speeds. About the flying, we all fly, because we all have wings. There, the secret is out.

I devoured my pancakes and chugged some milk. With wings we burned through calories in a heartbeat so we can put food away like no one's business.

"I'm going to stretch my wings, back in a few!" I walked toward the door after cleaning my plate, "Oh! Mom, can you make cookies? Please?" I asked in my sickly sweet voice, my motto is "You are never too old for your mom's cookies. Ever." I am 21 so I live by that, I feel so old! I miss being a teen. I ran and leapt of the ground and unfurled my wings and let them catch air. They were white, and brown, with little speckles all over. Pretty nice for wings, but it's not like you can but a new pair at Wal-Mart. Flying is a great time for thinking. Right now I am kind of annoyed with myself because I am single and have been single forever. I don't want any normal guy either, but it's not like there are a bunch of winged guys around. How could I ever marry anyone? That wouldn't freak and thought I was some demon thing sent from heck? I mean standing with my 13 foot wingspan I can look pretty intimidating.

Mom said what all moms would say, "Someday you will find a man who will love you, through and through." Sure as heck didn't seem that simple to me. This is one of the number one problems I face as a mutant freak.

(~Fang POV~)

"Get up! Iggy, Fang! Now!" Gazzy called from the kitchen. "Can I go to the mall?"

Iggy stumbled and got out a raid of kitchen supplies to make eggs. "Why do you want to go to the mall anyway?"

I saw Gasman's face flush a bit, "Drake and Cody, and Sophie are going to be there," He mumbled the last part, "But it doesn't matter you promised I could!"

"Fine. Go hang out with your girlfriend. I don't care, but let me eat. Fang get dressed you go with Mr. Ladies man over here to the mall I went with him last time."

I rolled unwillingly out of bed and put on jeans and a shirt that didn't smell bad. I got to do laundry. "I'll go, Gaz, but you owe me, I hate the mall." I felt like since we were 'special' I should pay extra attention to make sure Gasman doesn't get into any trouble.

I live in a little, TINY, all I can afford rental place with my brother Iggy. James, more or less. We are both just turned 21. Gazzy (Another nickname. Teachers and other people call him Zephyr) our other adopted little brother is 15 and he still lives with our dad, Jeb, but he likes to stay with us. Understandable. Jeb is a retired scientist, actually he created us. In a lab, so we are pretty messed up. Like we can fly, since we got wings. Yah, he tampered with us just a bit. There are supposedly others, but only God knows where they are and if they are alive, but I've never been wanting to find them. What's the point?

"Where the heck did you put the remote Gazzy? I left it here on the pillow!" Iggy yelled.

Iggy is blind. Another defect from Jeb. When Ig was in 5th grade, he had to get glasses and was all mad about it because they didn't look good. (At All!) So Jeb went all like "I can give you perfect, even better than normal vision!" So Bi Bam Bop! Few hours later, Iggy is blind. For good. None of us worship Jeb, but we really don't have anywhere to go, like we were supposed to be dead as babies, so moving out and having hardly any to no contact with him suits us just fine.

"Hurry up. I don't have all day." Out of my window I leapt out and let my wings furl out to my large wingspan. My wings are black, just black. Gazzy flew ahead as we gained altitude.

"You don't have to always watch me. I am 15 Fang."

"I know you are, and what if you were shoplifting and the cops searched you? What if they found wings?"

"I'm not a thief!"

"I know you aren't. Still, I'm watching you."

"My friends better not see you." Gazzy mumbled.

"They won't. It will be like I am invisible." I smirked. I really could disappear, turn invisible. We have powers that way, Iggy can feel colors, and Gazzy, well just look at his name, plus he can mimic anyone REALLY well.

Okay have fun with your girl friend. I'm going to get a coffee."

"Okay, she is not my girlf- Hey Sophie! Hey guys..."

I quickly walked away becoming as inconspicuous as possible. I didn't want to ruin Gazzy's love life. God knows I will never have one. These are problems of being a mutant freak.

(~Nudge POV~)

"ZOMG! Angel! Quick look at this." I pointed to my laptop which I opened a PDF online application.

"What is it?" Angel asked unwrapped some pudding.

"An application for the Bachelorette."

"That dumb TV show?"

"It's a great TV show. You find true love, plus guys fight over the girl! Classic! They are looking for the next Bachelorette, someone who is at least 21." A grin grew across my face.

"Ella already likes someone, Dean or whatever." Angel casually replied stuffing more pudding in her pie-hole.

"Not Ella! Max!" I was giddy now. This was SOOOO perfect.

"MAX?" Angel choked on her pudding, "You expect Max, to wear cocktail dresses and flirt with a bunch of guys then marry one?"

"Yes! It's so perfect! She hates being single! She would totally find true love. I mean it's so perfect, how do you not see the genius? Then we get to be on TV! How awesome is that?"

"I don't think it's a good idea Nudge, especially with our wings and stuff, someone will find out..."

"How? She made it through school, so I have I, almost anyway and so will you. Then the guy she marries she can tell when the show is over. No one will ever think she has wings!"

"Well maybe...but Max would never do it."

"So? Thousands of people send in applications! What if we just filled in Max's for her? I mean what are the odds of her even getting picked?"

"I guess. I mean Max should be dating. She is so pretty."

"Exactly, we are just pushing her out of the nest. Okay, hmm where do we begin? Interests..."

(~Gasman POV~)

"How was your date?" Iggy provoked again.

"Not a date! Oh, Iggy come here. This is to good to be true!"

"What?"

"The Bachelorette is casting single men 21 and up, to fall in love with a girl."

"Really I thought they were all gay and fell in love with each other." Iggy replied sarcastically. "No way."

"I'm not talking about you idiot, we should trick Fang into entering! The perfect prank."

"Aren't we to old for 'pranking'."

"No way. We vowed to always prank! Plus this is just to GREAT to pass up! Imagine Fang with a bunch of either seriously lonely guys or guys who would do anything to be on TV fighting in guy type cat fights for a girl! Priceless!"

"All too true. I'm so in. How do we get Fang to do it?"

"I don't know bet him in something stupid. Blackmail him, who cares?" I shrugged and opened up the application.

"I bet I can beat him in arm wrestling. Then the loser has to do something. When I win I make him turn in that application."

"Okay cool. Wow! They get to travel all over. If Fang doesn't get sent home, he might have a good time going all the cool places."

"There's a huge chance he won't even get picked."

"I know but still you should see the stuff they do." I fawned over all the cool places. I was totally going there when I got out of school. That was our plan, soon as I graduated we were going to fly all over. Live the good life. Fang's wife might have to tag along. I laughed to myself.

"Fang get your butt in here." Iggy called, eating stale potato chips.

"What?"

"Arm wrestle. Loser does something the winner tell him too. No matter what."

"As long as it's..."

"Yes the losers task will be legal okay? Prepare to lose." Iggy sat down and put on a game face.

"Go Ig!"

"Thanks a lot Gaz." Fang muttered.

In the end Iggy won.

"Okay what the crap are you guys making me do. I know you were plotting, I'm not as stupid as a brick wall."

"But your as emotionless as one." I quipped.

"And you're about as good as arm wrestling as one."

"Whatever, what do I have to do?"

I grinned. "Fill out this, and send it in."

He scanned the paper. "An application to be on the Bachelorette? No freaking way."

"Too bad. You lost. Fill it out, with true answers."

He filled it out reluctantly, mumbling ever so often about "how gay, this is so stupid, do you have to wear a tux on the show?"

He probably went through just because he thought there must be more interesting people, and much more desperate people than him. So he went with it, and retired to bed.

"This is too great." Iggy and I high fived each other.

Hope you loved it! RNR I am open to suggestions! :) I'll try to update ASAP! :) RNR