I think this is the third Maximum Ride/Clique fanfiction and I've read the other two so I know their ideas. I just thought I'd try something completely different. Instead of making the Flock come to Westchester I combined the two books. So enjoy.

I laughed. "Nice Derrik," I said. He smirked and turned to Josh. We were in New York City today going to me the girls, well the others were going to meet their girls, mine wasn't here.

Life hasn't been the same since I lost Claire. I'm only laugh because I know she's hate to see me sulking over losing her.

A few months again, Claire just disappear. The police said she could have run away but we all doubted that. Claire loved her life in Westchester. She loved being friends with Massie, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen, she loved going to OCD, she loved her family-even her little brother, Todd-, she said she loved me too. So she wouldn't have ran away.

I looked up and saw that Claire's missing posters were still up on the walls. In the first month that she was missing, her family, the Pretty Committee-is that what Massie called them?-, and the soccer guys went around Westchester and New York City with her missing posters. We put them up on every light post, wall, bulletin, and store window we could find. We all loved Claire and wanted her to be found.

Derrik has been trying to hook me up with other girls, saying I would get over Claire if I had a new girl. But none of them were as great as Claire. We would find her one day. I don't know when, or how, or even where, but I knew Claire would be found. She had to be.

As we walked past a ally on the way to the store where Massie and the others were I heard something that whimpering. I stopped and listened. That was defiantly something sobbing.

The other guys stopped. "Dude, why'd you stop?" Derrik asked confused.

"Listen," I said. "It sounds like someone's hurt." Everyone shut up and you could hear the sound of someone sobbing loudly.

"Sounds like it's coming from down there," Josh pointed down the ally we were standing in front of.

"I think I'm going to check it out," I said and started to walked down the ally. I heard the guys follow behind me.

Derrik walked ahead. "I found her!" He called. I ran over to where he was. Sure enough next to the dumpster at the end of the ally was a girl.

The girl was girl into a tight ball. She wild pale blond hair that spread out over most of her form. Her legs had dirty cut-offs and from the leg skin that was showing you could see all the cuts and bruises that were on them. Her shirt was pale blue and looked like it was a hospital gown. She had no shoes.

"Dude look," Derrik said. I looked to where he was pointing and saw that the girl had a large reddish-brown stain in her hair. Dry blood. It was all over her hair. I realized that she was shivering. I bent down and took my jacket off laying it on her shoulders. From there I could see a large gasp in her face that was still bleeding. What had this girl went through?

"What happened?" I asked her. I grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. It wasn't a romantic gesture, just a gesture of comfort. When the girl didn't answer I said, "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

The girl gave a small shake of her head, as if to say no. Derrik knelt down next to me. "Yeah, he's right. We're here to help you," he said. "My name's Derrik and this is Cam, and Josh, and Chris. We're all here to help."

The girl gave a muffled response. "What?" I asked.

The girl lifted her head enough for me to get a better look at her face. There were lots of small cuts and the big gasp was still bleeding, bad. Besides that she had a black eye that looked to be forming. "I said," her voice was dry and scratchy, as if she hadn't had anything to drink in days, "go away."

"No," I told her. "Your hurt and need help," I squeezed her hand again. "What happened to you? Please tell us."

I saw tears form in the girls eyes. "They came for me," she chock out in between the tears. "They pulled me in a van. They brought me to a tunnel in New York and into a laboratory. They throw me in a cage. I was so scarred. All I could think of my family and my friends and…him." She chocked on her sob.

Derrik put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll help you find them," he reassured her. "We'll help you find your family and your friends and whoever else you need."

I nodded. "I'll help too," I said.

The girl sobbed harder. "No, I can't go back," she choked. "Not after everything!"

"Yes you can," I said. "No matter what happened, they'll what you back." I remembered Claire. "I lost someone recently and know how it feels. If I could get her back, I don't care what had happened." I hadn't confessed that to anyone but this girl need to know that she would be okay and need to find her family.

The girl started to calm down. "Cam," she said in a dry even voice.

"Yes?" I asked.

The girl lifted her head up slowly. Her tangled, dirty, blood-stained hair fell revealing her pale blood face. "You need to leave before they come back to get me," she said staring into my eyes. Her eyes were blue-gray.

"Claire?" Time froze.

Claire's POV

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Fang asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll get these guys a good home them figure everything out," I reassured him.

Fang nodded. "We'll probably be in New York for a few more days if you need us," he said.

I nodded. "Thanks for the offer, but it won't be needed," I told him.

Fang nodded. "Good luck Claire," he said then headed back into the tunnel.

I looked back at the other kids. They were all younger than me. None of them had wings, so that would make this all more difficult. "Alright, let's get started," I said leading them out the tunnel.

5 hours later

It took all morning but I finally found a place for all the kids. I couldn't stay with them, but I found them somewhere safe. I had to find my family, Massie, the Pretty Committee, and Cam. Oh Cam, I missed you so much.

I remember how it all happened. How they took me. I was walking to Layne's house because Todd had broken my bike. Layne lived all of ten minutes away so I was sure nothing would happen. I had my phone and everyone knew where I was going. I saw a black van coming around the corner and walked closer to the wall on the sidewalk. The van stopped suddenly and extremely handsome men jumped out. I started to walk fast and they just ran at me. I took off running down the street. I was just needed to get to the next house then someone would see me. One of the men jumped on me, pulling me down to the sidewalk. I screamed out for help put the man stuffed his hand into my mouth. It was cover in fur. I turned my body and saw he looked like he was half dog. I screamed out in shear terror.

They throw me into the van and jumped in. The men drove and I screamed for help. One of the guys slapped me. "Shut up unless you want me to make you do it for good," he sneered.

I gulped back. Tears filled my eyes as I realized I'd never see my family again. For the rest of the ride, I silent cried. When we got to the New York City we went through a tunnel, then up a latter. Through the door was a laboratory. They throw me in a dog cage and told me to stay quiet. Throw the months that I was there they experimented on me. They sewed wings to my back and made me stronger and lighter. They starved me and barely ever gave me water.

By the day that Max came I had lost all hope. I never thought I would get out of there. I would never be a mother or an actress or see anyone ever again. I would never see the Pretty Committee or my family or Massie or Cam. I missed Cam so much. I missed everyone.

Max was my angel and hero. She had survive through this for ten years and I had only survive for a few months. She was a true hero, raising the Flock and kicking butt, I was nothing. I was lucky to survive.

I kicked a rock into the wall. "Stupid!" I yelled. "I hate you!" I kicked another rock. I was taking out my anger on everything else. It was wrong but I need to get it out some how.

"And I thought we made such a connection," someone said.

I spun around and saw three erasers standing there. I gasped. The one who had spoken was the one who had told me to shut up months before. I had to be brave. I had to be like Max. I could take this. Taking a deep breath I dug my heels into the ground. "Bring it on!" I said. Now was the time to remember whatever fighting skills I could.

The eraser smiled and stalked forward. Let me get passed the gruesome details and tell you this. One get me with his claw on my check, leaving a large gasp, I was sure I would have a black eye tomorrow, and bruises and cuts covered the majority of my body. I had gotten in a few good punches and kicks but in the end could not take on the three erasers and ran.

The erasers chased me for a few blocks until I got trapped by a fence. I tried to climb it but got stuck at the very top.

"We got you now pip squeak!" One of them yelled as they started up the fence. I made a snap second decision to try and fly. Spreading my wings I jumped of the fence and concentrated on flapping. Once, Twice. I felt my feet touch the ground and looked back. I was a good fifty feet from the fence that the erasers were still on the other side of. I smiled. I had flow! I had flow! I turned around and ran. No need to lose distance.

I ran by a trash can that had a pair of cut-offs on the top. I grabbed them, not carrying if they had ketchup and grass stains on them. Since being taken I wasn't picky when it came to clothes, I wasn't picky on anything. I pulled on the cut-offs and looked behind me. I didn't hear anyone coming but couldn't take a chance. I started running again trying to gain more distance.

That's how I ended up in the ally. I stopped here to breath. I walked to the very back and leaned against a wall. Slowly, I slide down the wall. No one could see me behind the dumpster so I should be okay.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was back in Westchester, that I was at a Friday night sleepover with the Pretty Committee and I was normal again. I imagined running back in my house after being gone for so many months. I could feel my parents warm hugs. I could imagine Todd joking about how he didn't miss me. I imagined Massie and the rest of the PC saying how much they cared. I could imagine Cam kissing me. The sweet taste of his lips. Then I saw the wings flying out. The fear in Cam's eyes. The rejection in Massie's eyes, the disappointment in my mother and father's. I felt the hot tears that I hadn't realized well up in my eyes fall.

I started to sob. I couldn't help it. Thinking about my family and knowing I could never see them again. Thinking of how Cam kissed me and knowing I'd never get to feel that again. Thinking about how Massie and I become friends and now she would call me the freak I was.

I let myself curl into a ball. My sobs rocked my body as I let it all out. There was nothing left.

Some time later I heard footsteps coming down the ally. This didn't stop my cry, but with my over sensitive hearing it was impossible not to hear.

"I found her!" A boy screamed. I heard people run over to where I was. "Dude look," the same guy said.

Someone bent down next to me and set a jacket on my shoulders. "What happened?" A new voice asked. Cam? He sounded so much like Cam. The new boy grabbed my hand and squeezed it. This made me cry harder. I knew that this boy was just doing this as comforting gesture but it still hurt. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

I shook my head. He didn't know it but just because of his nice gesture and voice he had already hurt me. I heard another person kneel down next to me.

"Yeah, he's right. We're here to help you," said the first boy. "My name's Derrik and this is Cam, and Josh, and Chris. We're all here to help you."

I felt my heart give a tug. Cam! It really was him. And Derrington and Josh and Chris! It was all the crushes, which meant Massie was close. But they couldn't be here. I didn't want them to see me like this and I didn't want them to get hurt if the erasers came back.

"Go away," I said.

"What?" Cam asked.

I lifted my head up just enough so he could hear me. I hope it wasn't enough for Cam to see my face. "I said," I could hear my voice. I was dry and scratchy, "go away." I made sure they heard me.

"No," Cam said. "Your hurt and need help," he squeezed my hand again. I let out a little sob. "What happened to you? Please tell us."

"They came for me," I chocked on my tears. "They pulled me in a van. They brought me to a tunnel in New York and into a laboratory. They throw me into a cage. I was so scarred. All I could think of was my family and my friends and…him," I couldn't say Cam's name. It would hurt too much to remember all of it.

I felt Derrik put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. "We'll help you find them," he said. "We'll help you find your family and your friends and whoever else you need."

"I'll help too," Cam said.

I started to sob hard. Cam was so sweet and I had to give it all up so he could have a normal life. "No, I can't go back," I choked. "Not after everything!"

"Yes you can," Cam said. "No matter what happened, they'll what you back. I lost someone recently and know how it feels. If I could get her back, I don't care what had happened." I sobbed harder. He still cared!

I tried to calm down. Slowly my heartbeat slowed. "Cam," I said in a dry even voice.

"Yes?" Cam asked.

I lifted my head slowly. My hair fell out of my face and I'm sure he could see the scrapes and cuts on my face. "You need to leave before they come back to get me," I said looking deep into his one blue eye and one green.

"Claire?" Cam asked me. Slowly, ever so slowly, I nodded.

I mainly wrote this because I was thinking about how perfect the events turned out to be. When Max released that girl in New York City and Claire lives in Westchester so it's possible that they took her.

I only have maybe an idea for the next chapter or two so if you have an idea I would like to know. I mean I'll think of something eventually but I would like some ideas encase I don't. And I don't know how much the Flock will be in this story so, if you want them to be a big part tell me. Thanks for reading, please review.

~Bella ;)