A/N Alrighty, lets give this writing thing a shot, shall we? i'm new, so lets start with some ground rules; you don't diss my fic (unless it's justified, for ooc or whatever, and no 'it's stupid' is not good justification). it's insulting. and makes you look bad. treat the story as you would want to be treated ( we really do learn it all in kindergarden, who needs the periodic table anyways?) and do not be an ass. thanks.

i had zip ideas, so i decided to go with a crossover, since you don't need an original plot and can go with the flow... and since i have 3 chapters written you should know updates will be long waits. and yelling won't make me write faster. and the plot is yet to be determined.

let's get started, shall we...

MPVO

Some people don't seem to understand the delicate reasoning behind the fact that I don't listen to the flocks suggestions. The reason, dear reader, is quite simple; if I so much as glance in their direction to acknowledge their suggestion, they become way harder to discourage. I'm talking Bambi eyes here! How can I not give in? And I find myself being dragged half way across the country to some new and "exiting" (and most likely dangerous and/or life threatening) location. Like right now, for instance. We, the flock and I are heeded to Washington State. We're flying there, but not in the normal way. Or really abnormal to most humans, but to each his/her own. Instead we were taking a plane. Hold the exclamations of surprise; here's the real kicker: not only were we flying on a plane to a small, seemingly nice small town but we were going to go to school there! Now you may gasp. Gasp away! That's what I'm doing anyway.

"Max?" the youngest, most adorable member of the flock said from across the aisle. Angel's six and she's my baby in every possible way except for the biological one. Right now she was watching me hyperventilate (the whitecoats from the School kept us in very small areas so now I'm a teensy bit claustrophobic) with a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

Since I was unable to talk just then with the whole hyperventilate thing, I tried to send her a reassuring look and not let on that I was about to run up and down the aisle screaming. She wasn't fooled. How could she be when she reads my mind? Yup, more fun little add ons by the science-losers. Seeing that the gentle concern expresion was coming closer to looking like abject terror, I somehow managed to calm my breathing and reassure her.

"I'm fine sweetie. Absolutely and totally fine. All is right with the world. What is there to be upset about? Sure,we're moving to a place on Jeb's recommendation, where we'll all have to pretend we're 3 years older than we actually are. And the fact that I could barely keep up with the acedemics of kids my own age, these highschool seniors will be all the better. It'll be oodles of fun!"

Needless to say, I don't think my reassurance did the trick.

"We'll be fine."Great, now she was reassuring me. "I have a good feeling about this place." We all know that a six year olds feeling are a lot to go on. Someone could still jump out yelling 'Boo' or whatever... But then again, these are Angel's good feeling. Who knows what creepy new power she has up her sleeves? Reading my thoughts, of course (she thinks people's rights to privacy I more of a privilege and she can trespass all she wants) her smile widened. I decided to trust my baby's judgement.

For all of five seconds, before I began to panic and rethink the situation. What if someone gets hurt or trapped? Thinking about being trapped brought me back all too fast to the whole in-a-plane thing and I began to have trouble breathing.

"Max!" I snapped back to reality at Angel's insistent voice. "I promise not to let anything hurt you." she sounded so serious,I had to smiled at my saviour.

"Thanks hon, I appreciate it. But that's my job; I'm not supposed to let anything hurt you. Not the other way around."

The little girl crawled over to sit in the empty seat beside me. Fun factoid of the day: It seems most men do not enjoy being punched in the nose. Fancy that. It was really his fault, for trying to get my phone number. Or something like that, i wasn't really paying attention. Very rude and pushy that dude. I'm glad he switched seats, he was truly icky.

"But who'll protect you?" Angel asked/whined quietly, trying not to wake the others as she interupted my musing. She sounded incredibly tired, and I'd bet she was about to join the flock in dream land.

"Ange," I sighed trying to decide how to put this. "Don't worry; I can take care of myself. It's nobody's job to protect me. Got it?"

I looked down but Angel was already asleep. Smiling, I smoothed her pale hair once more before signalling to Fang, who had jerked himself awake the second after I began to feel a bit drowsy, that I was gonna catch some Z's. He nodded and smiled (well, he Fang-smiled, which means he stopped glaring and softened his expression a tad) and nodded. Ignoring the sudden warmth on my face I settled down comfortably next to Angel. Right before I nodded off, I could have sworn I heard Angel mutter.

"For once you're wrong. It's the flock's job to keep you alive while you keep us alive. And the job to protect you may not be mine; but it is Fang's."

But I obviously imagined it, because no one has to take care of Maximum Ride. I misheard her. Obviously. And Fang was in no way my protector. Right?

A/N this fic will be, for now at least, first max POV then bella POV next chapter. reviews would be nice, since it's my first fic, but be nice. i already know it's no masterpiece...duh.