AN: This is my first crossover, so excuse me if it's half par, or not very good. I had asked a friend of mine a good book to do a fanfic on, and she insisted on a crossover, a H2O and Maximum Ride Crossover to be exact. Yes, I know, strange, but still, pretty unique all in all. This fanfiction will follow an OC of mine, Ava Fleck. None of the Maximum Ride Characters will be in here, but Cleo, Rikki, and Bella from H2O are going to be in, along with the guys. I might bring in a few MR characters later.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, save my OC

I am completely fine with constructive criticism, and the such. Help me make this the best Crossover possible! :) Here we go.

The girl sat stubbornly in the chair of the Schools holding room, thinking over the recent events. The whitecoats had acted strange as of late, putting her in a white t-shirt, jeans, and a brown half jacket, instead of the usual blue lab dress she'd been wearing for as long as she could remember. The tests had stopped, and two new whitecoats had started spending an unusual amount of time with her, and telling her in faux excited voices that she was getting out of this place, and explaining what was going on. As far as she could glean, the truthful parts of it where these points:

~She, in fact, was leaving

~They were sending her to Australia

~ And the two dippy whitecoats that had bothered her enough already, were coming with her.

The purpose and reason for them sending her away instead of continuing their usual tests and operations on her, though, was still in the dark. They'd even started calling her by the name she'd given herself at a young age, being tired of being called Subject X 56. Ava Fleck. Ava had just come to her, and fleck simply came from the reason she was at a mad scientists lab in the first place. Her wings. With nearly 18 feet to her wing span, her wings where a bright white, flecked with black spots all over. At the moment, they were safely tucked under her shirt, jacket, and tank top, to the seeming relief of the scientists. She'd have to cut holes in the backs of every shirt they wanted her to wear for her wings later. Right now, one was coming up to her. Lifting her chin defiantly, she realized it was the male white coat that had stuck round her like glue. He called himself Jakob. The other one that followed him around, the woman, called herself Kathryn. They'd both told her their last names were Fleck. She ignored that part, convinced they were probably trying to convince her they were her parents. But she knew. She had no parents. She was a test tube baby, and nobody could convince her differently.

"Time to go, Ava," Jakob said, using his annoying 100-watt smile that always managed to merely tick Ava off.

"Fine," she snapped, standing up. Anything to get out of this place, even if it meant going with these two half pints. Both were at least half a foot shorter than her. She let them lead her out of the School, though she could almost smell the two Erasers following behind them. Ava slid into the black van of a car, leaning forward so she wouldn't have to have her weight against her wings. She yawned, watching as the two whitecoats got in, and started the car. She sighed, content to wait until they got to Australia, though she knew they'd have to take a plane, she's rather have flown there. It seemed the whitecoats didn't trust her. She didn't blame them. She'd forced them not to, after all.

Ava looked out the window as the plane landed. The plane ride had been extremely boring, as most of it had been spent with Jakob and Kathryn forcing her story down her throat. Her name was Ava Fleck. She'd moved here from America with her adoptive mother and father, Jakob and Kathryn Fleck. She was seventeen years old, and in her senior year of high school. How exactly the white coats expected her to know anything, was beyond her. They had told her she would just know the answers, but as far as she was concerned, that made no sense at all. I mean, nobody could just know things, could they? Maybe the whitecoats had done something to her brain. She turned and asked Kathryn about it, and confusion flickered on her face before she pushed it impassive again and answered.

"Of course not, sweetie."

So, they messed with my brain. At least homework will be easy. And, even better, if I go stark raving mad, they get to deal with it.

Again, hope this was okay. Please Review to tell me what you think of it! I want to make this as good as possible.