AN: Hope you like it. First MR fanfic. Iggy may be slightly/mostly OOC. (Out of character). Fang much less so. Heh. Note that this takes place after MAX, but before FANG sometime when they are staying at Max's mom's house.

NOTE: I had to repost this after I got my awesome new beta, Vera Amber! (She agreed after I posted the chapter.) Hope you like the new version!

Disclaimer:

Me: Hey, Fang?

Fang: Hmm?

Me: Do I own Maximum Ride?

Fang: No.

Me: Aww… :*( So sad…

FPOV:

I looked down at myself and BOOM! I was invisible. Strange. I shook my self and then I was visible again. Even more strange. No, wait, I take that back. Being invisible is stranger than being visible.

During my musings, Max had apparently turned off the lights of our shared ―yes, scary thought, huh? ―bedroom and left me alone. That's strangely out of character for her. I got up from the chair I was sitting on and felt my way around to find Max to ask her what had gotten into her. I had apparently taken a wrong turn because I found myself on a bed. Max's bed. How can I tell, you ask? Easy. Max's leg was under where I sat down.

"Uh, Fang? Why are you sitting on my leg?" She asked.

I got off her leg and asked her, "Max, when did you turn off the lights? It's not bedtime yet."

Confused, she said, "Fang, I haven't turned the lights off."

I blinked. "What?"

"...you can't see anything?"

I shook my head.

Max paused. "Fang, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"...one, your middle finger?"

Even though I couldn't see, I knew Max had rolled her eyes. "No, moron, three." She paused again. "Fang...I think you're blind."

"Er, say what now?"

"Fang, you're blind."

Blind. The word echoed around my brain. Blind, blind, blind, blind, BLIND! Now I now what it's like for Max to have her Voice. It must be annoying.
I think I passed out. I don't know. It was already black.

IPOV:

Aqua, aqua, aqua, black! I thought, while feeling the walls. Yes! I found Max and Fang's room! It was hard to navigate in Dr. Martinez's house; I'd never been here before three days ago. I had to resort to feeling the walls to see what color they were to determine where I was.

I walked around the corner and almost passed out. The entire room was black, as was normal for a blind bird-kid like me, but Fang, not as I remembered him from when he was seven, but a fourteen year old-looking-Fang, was floating in the middle of the room. I could see Fang! I clutched the black side of the door frame.

"F-Fang... I can SEE you!" I stuttered.

There was the sound of Max's hair whipping around. "You can see Fang?" She asked incredulously. "What's he wearing then?"

"Black sweat shirt, black jeans and black socks. It looks like his shirt is black, too. Oh, and he seems to have fainted," I added upon further inspection. "Max, why has Fang fainted?"

"He somehow went blind and he was really shocked."

"Hmm," I said. "Maybe I can see him because we're both blind?"

After a pause, Max responded, "That makes no sense what so ever. How can― why would a blind person be able to see another blind person? It just― doesn't make sense."

"That doesn't change the fact that I can see him," I responded.

Fang started to stir. "What happened, why can't I see any... oh, yeah, I went blind. Wonderful."

He looked around to make sure he was really blind, and started when he saw me.

"Iggy? If I'm blind, why can I see you?"

"Same reason I can see you, I guess."

"Hmm…," Fang muttered. "I wonder if I can see something you're holding…."

"Let's find out." I reached into my pocket, pulled out a bomb, and looked questioningly at Fang.

Fang nodded, confirming that he could, in fact, see the bomb.

"What if there's something in between us?" I asked Fang.

He shrugged. "Don't ask me."

I backed up and closed the door to Max and Fang's room. I looked straight at where Fang should have been.

Turns out I couldn't see through the wall to where Fang was. Darn it! I had always wanted to break the laws of physics. Stupid physics...

I frowned; I was genuinely disappointed that I couldn't see Fang through the wall. I didn't know why.

Sighing, I reached out and opened the door.

...

This is going to sound odd, but it's really strange to see two people kissing when you can really only see one of them. That's right. Fang and Max were kissing, and even though Fang could see that I was holding the bomb, I couldn't see Max. I guessed that that principle didn't extend to people, only objects.

I cleared my throat. Fang jumped back from Max.

"Well, uh… Could you see me?" he asked awkwardly.

I nodded angrily, suddenly upset – for some reason – before walking off.

Once I was a few feet down the hall, I started running towards the room I shared with Gazzy.

I slammed the door shut, flopping down on my bed.

I frowned, wondering why I was so upset. It couldn't be because I couldn't see Fang through the wall...that was just silly.

And...it wasn't like I hadn't seen Max and Fang make out before.

No, wait, that wasn't true. I hadn't seen them make out before; I'd just heard them. So...

So...

So...

I suddenly thought of something. Maybe...no, that was preposterous...wasn't it?
...wasn't it?

Just then, in the midst of my musings, Fang entered the room.

"Hey, Ig, listen… I'm sorry you walked in on me and Max kissing…" Fang apologized.

"It's okay…"

"No, it's not. I mean, you ran off, and then you slammed the door. What's wrong?"

"I don't know…" I mumbled.

"I don't know either." Fang said. "Listen, if you need me, I'll be in my room." He patted me on my back and left.

Yay! I sense Figgy brewing! Do you like it?

Fang: No.

Me: No one asked you.

Fang: You did.

Me: No!

Fang: And I quote, "Do you like it?"

Me: …You just don't want Figgy to happen.

Fang: I wonder why.

Me: Me too. I'm going to post it now.

~Fang and TDSW (vote on my profile on what my 'nickname' should be.)