A/N- okay, so this is my first fanfiction, and im sorry if there's no paragraph breaks coz I've done it wrong. Big O/C part in this, may become Iggy-O/C later unless you guys don't like her. Review for virtual cupcakes! And to say if you hate the o/c. please? Oh, btw, sorry if its all in British-English. I tried to put it in American-english, but you may find someone saying scone instead of biscuit. Not that I'm planning to put any scones in it. Its England, they might eat some. Who knows? I'm not too sure where I'm going with this.

Disclaimer- if I look like James Patterson, I' m officially sueing Herbal Essences for making shampoo that makes your hair fall out.

An Angel With A Broken Wing, Chapter 1

Iggy POV

"Max, remind me again why we are going to England." I muttered. It being 1,800 feet, kinda windy, and loud from the jet near us of course she heard. Unlike the last night when I asked what she did on her daily flights with Fang?

"We are going to England because my mom says it's a good idea. She thinks we should get away from this whole saving the world thing for a while. Maybe go to a normal school." Max replied sharply, and I heard a note of distaste creep into her voice at the word school.

I sighed just audibly to me, and veered off just far enough to be able to still follow the sound of the plane. I reached out my hand slightly to feel the colours of the sunrise on my hand. Light yellow merging to sharp, cold blue. I smiled, and closed my sightless blue eyes. I knew they were blue because I poked myself in the eye the other day. I don't recommend it. I did a flip, then turned and dived for about 500 feet, savouring the feeling of the cool wind rushing past my face. i did a hairpin turn and swooped upward back toward the jet. Soon enough I heard Nudge's exited babble, and swept toward her, enjoying the feeling of power only my 14 foot grey wings could give me.

"And, I wanna see Buckingham palace again, and the changing of the guards, and eat fish and chips and-"

"Nudge, my brain is melting from overload!" interrupted Max loudly. Nudge grinned sheepishly.

"Plus, we're going to somewhere called Bringingham. Dr. M is thinking It'" Cut in Angel.

"Birmingham" i corrected gently "second biggest city in England"

"that's the one with the weird shaped building, with the silver blobbles." Said Dylan "y'know, the mall. Selfidges, I think it's called. I looked it up"

Suddenly, Gazzy gave a yell of excitement "look, England!"

"Where is it? I don't see it!" I said, feigning confusion. Let's see where this takes us…

"I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy" Max said tiredly. Tiredly? Maybe blind jokes are getting a bit old… or it might be that we just crossed the Atlantic. Yeah, that must be it.

"Going down!" shouted Nudge. I followed the beat of her wings, and heard feet touch down. I prepared to land.

"Right, airports this way!" exclaimed angel, following Dr. M's thoughts, and the rest of the flock scurried off after him. I could just imagine them looking around in awe. I skulked along behind them, looking forward to seeing, wait, hearing Dr. Martinez. Soon enough, I heard the swish of automatic doors, opening to confused babble. I heard snatches of conversations.

"No, No, ours is the blue one, don't take that one!"

"John, do you have the tickets? No? I don't, I bought the sandwiches!"

"Which gate? Why would I know? How am I supposed to know?"

"Bloody queues…"

I automatically drew closer to Max, and reached for her belt loop. I felt her twist to look at me.

"You 'kay?" she asked quietly. I flushed and grunted an affirmative, hoping the others didn't hear.

"We should be meeting Dr M…." I tuned out Dylan's voice. Not that I don't like him, but he's just so… repetitive. So agreeable. Ugh.

Nudges exited chatter filtered into my brain "I'm soo excited about seeing Dr M. again! I mean, so-so about Jeb, and I'm sad Ella couldn't come, but she's staying with her uncle, so she's fine, and she couldn't really miss much school and-"

"Look! Jeb and Dr M." said Gazzy. He's had a soft spot for Dr M. since she brought him a load of transformer cars. It's good for the kid to have a mother figure. No offence to max, but as mother figures go, she's not the most, uh, homely. I listened as Dr M. hugged everyone in sight. She came over to me and just as I opened my mouth to say "S'sup?" she pulled me into a tight hug. This ain't half bad. She pulled away and I cleared my throat, embarrassed.

"Right" said Dr M. briskly, and I heard her quick, tapping steps scuttle off. We were bundled into a hire car, and I heard Nudge and Angel strike up a conversation about the weather. It was generally judged "cloudy, misty, rainy, miserable and grey". I tuned into Max's conversation about destination.

"We're going to a safe house about six miles outside the city centre" huh, safe house. I seem to recall the last one ended up with either eraser popcorn, or max being shot and kidnapped. They all seem to merge. "There's a girl who lives there permanently. You may discover you have more in common than you might think" continued Dr M. mysteriously. Soon enough we slowed down and ground to a halt and I jumped out quickly. I didn't want to be left standing in front of the car like a blind idiot. I quickly grabbed max's belt loop. I followed her closely as we were led to a purple door. Who has a purple door?

"Now, she's a bit…" said Dr M. as Gazzy rung the bell and I heard a muffled shriek of surprise reverberate around the house. The door swung inward with a swish. A high girl's voice with a British accent said "S'sup?" calmly. Max stepped backwards in surprise, forgetting I was standing behind her. I fell over just as there was a loud clatter from inside the house. The girl who opened the door fled with a cry of "The Chantilly Cream! Oh, frick, frick, FRICK!"

"Eccentric" finished Dr M. I reached out to find something to pull myself up with, and found what felt like a sheep skull surrounded by pansies.

"I see what you mean" I said slightly dazedly "what happened? Why did you knock me over?" I asked

"Her hair is red" said angel

"its soo cool!" remarked nudge

"ginger's are a dying race. Its good she has red hair" i said, confused at the commotion

"no,like tomato red" said gazzy

"its all right, it was the muffin tray that fell over, not the Chantilly cream" said the girls voice. I jumed, as I hadn't heard her come back " and what's wrong with my hair being red? Its red nose day"

"last week" said Jeb.

"oh, oops. Good its only temporary, right?" she said brightly "where are my manners? I'm Edie. Edie Cult" I, being the music freak I am, laughed.

"like the song, right?" I asked "by the cult?"

"yeah!" she enthused "no-one's ever got it before! I chose it myself. Thought it fit" she said cryptically. What did that mean?

"we chose our own names too. We're Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Dylan, Max and Iggy" said Max. I heard her go round shaking hands, and when she came to me she hauled me upright.

"nice to meet you, Iggy" she said, then turned "I made cupcakes!" the cheering that followed nearly burst my eardrums.