Authors Note: So, I've been writing a story, and I sorta turned it into a FanFiction that would work with Maximum Ride. I don't know if it's any good with MR. I kinda think it is and isn't at the same time.

I try to make my chapters long, but interesting so you don't get bored. Lemme know if you think they have to much "fluff" or whatever. Just lemme know anything you think; anything for improvement.

Oh, and total disclaimer. I don't own any of these characters or Maximum Ride. That all belongs to the brilliant mind of James Patterson.

Iggy's POV

"Max is gonna kick your ass," I said to Gazzy.

"But.. But.. I-i didn't.. I don't know what went wrong. I've never messed up before. It shouldn't have exploded.." He sounded like he was about to hyperventilate. I wondered if it was as bad as it had sounded, and well, smelled.

"The place smells like an ash tray. How far did the blast go?" I questioned.

"The kitchen is trashed. You were right; Max is going to kick my ass." Gazzy said.

"Hey! Language, Gasman!" Max screamed from the other side of the door. "Wait, what's that.. IGGY, GAZZY! I"M GOING TO.."

Gasman's POV

Max's eyes opened as wide as ever, and her jaw dropped as she opened the door and looked at the kitchen. The place was covered in soot and ash. Everything was going to need to be replaced. She didn't even have to worry about the door as she walked into the living room and saw the same thing. The door was clear across the house.

"Max..I-i'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to, I don't know what went wrong. It just caught fire, Iggy and I ran outside before the blast but.. I-i-i'm sorry.." I stammered, trying not to cry. If I cried Max would just be more pissed off later.

"What the heck? What happened? Was it a bomb or a fire? Are you guys okay? It looks like one of those places you see on TV, you know. When they go on raids trying to arrest bad guys. Or like when that one kid thought he was setting of a stink bomb but it was a real bomb, and like the whole school was shut down for weeks. Like it said on the news a few months ago. Remember guys.. Wow, this place is trashed. Dr. Martinez is going to kill you..."

"Nudge! Ears! Bleeding! SHUT UP!" Iggy yelled.

"Max, say something," Angel said, she sounded scared. I'd hate to hear Max's thoughts right now.

I looked for Fang, but he was simply just leaning against the door way, expressionless, as if this was completely normal, and how the kitchen always looked.

"Everyone. Outside. Now." Max growled. She was pissed.

Fang's POV

The rest of the Flock was outside, sitting in awkward silence. Even Nudge had been keeping her mouth shut. I wandered upstairs to Max's room. The door was closed and since Max was mad I knocked. "Go away," she grumbled from inside. I opened the door and went and stood next to the bed till she rolled over and looked at me.

"What were they thinking?!" she screamed. I shrugged. She glared. "What am I thinking. Expecting even 5 syllables from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody over here."

I frowned. "That's not nice.." I mumbled, going for the guilt. It didn't work.

"Four syllables, improvement I guess." And with that she rolled over to face the wall opposite me.

"Max, it'll be okay. Since when do you fret a little destruction?" I said, trying to lighten her mood.

"Since we're living in my mother's house right now." She growled, and turned around. "Now why don't you go find another Red Haired Wonder to bother?" She said getting off the bed to look me square in the eye.

We were inches apart but I still had a good head on her, which I didn't mind at all. Especially right now, since I knew Max hated it.

"Why? You don't want me to kiss it and make it all better, so you can run away again?" I snapped, suppressing a twinge of pain when I saw the reaction from Max's face.

She flushed red with embarrassment, but there was more hurt in her eyes than anything. She shoved me away and turned towards the door. She was practically sprinting away; I could here her dart down the stairs.

Max's POV

Don't think about it. Don't cry. Ignore him, Fang just wants to get under my skin. He just wants to hurt me, to let me know he doesn't feel the same. Leave it alone. It's not safe. He's not safe. I darted out the door and went to sit with the rest of the flock.

"Look, it's alright. I'll talk to my mom. I'll handle it, but from now on, no more bombs in the house, okay?" Gazzy and Iggy nodded like bobble heads, and Gazzy let a huge breath. I wonder how long he'd been holding that in. Gasman was lucky. I was letting him off the hook, because I need all of them to forget what Fang had just said to me. By now he was standing at the door looking down on us.

Looking down on me might be more correct way of putting it. He was staring at me with an comprehensible expression on his face. Not like usual though. Something was different, he was trying to hide his emotions. Trying so hard, I was almost afraid he'd turn to stone. He continued to stare at me, and his gaze hurt worse than the words he had spit at me moments ago.

It will be okay. Hold on Max, I heard Angel in my mind.

Shit. She shouldn't be telling me it will be okay. She shouldn't be reassuring me. I'm the leader. I'm supposed to be strong. Could I be a bigger failure today? I get the house blown up, Fang hates me, Angel is the one that's being strong for me. That's not right.

All those thoughts buzzed in my head, but as if it makes any sense. I wasn't listening to them. I continued to stare and Fang, staring at me. But his eyes flickered to Angel who'd come to stand beside me. She was giving him a look so pissed off and angry, well, I was proud.

That seemed to break Fang. His face cracked. It showed raw pain. I was about to run to him. I wanted to hold him, and comfort him, and tell him everything. Tell him how important he was. But that's when I heard a sound so horrible, I could feel the pain. Iggy was screaming on the ground, holding his head his nose bleeding. His neck had no expiration date, but it seemed worse. It seemed as if he would rather be dead than be feeling like he was.

I rushed to the ground. I help his head in my lap. I tried to comfort him, but I had no idea what to do. He seemed so broken, and then he went limp. His face expressionless and his eyes staring out at nothing. A sob escaped my throat when I felt for a pulse.