Summary: Someone told Nudge he loves her while she's sleeping...And she wants to find out.

The first part takes place in the Flock's original cabin. The second part takes place at Anne's house during School's Out-Forever.

~TayShanHan

PART 1

"I love you."

That's what jolted me awake. In any other case, I would've scrambled out of bed to tell Max or ignored it all together. Sleep was important, you know? And for all I know it could've been a dream. My dreams are always like that. But...this time it was different. I didn't subconsciously think of someone saying it.

I heard it. I truly, truly heard it. Or at least...I thought I did.

Did I?

So, with a weird heaviness in my chest I sat upright in bed, staring at the door across the room that lead into the hallway.

"I'll just...go get a drink." I decided out loud, and threw the covers away from me, crossing the room to the door and slowly opening it as not to alert anyone. As I walked into the kitchen, I tried to place my mind on something else, mumbling little things I'd read in magazines in order to block out the perfectly distinct voice. It didn't just irritate me, it mocked me.

"What are you doing up?" I practically flew through the ceiling from shock, but thank God I didn't. At the door of the refrigerator stood Iggy with a carton of milk in hand, studying it to make sure he'd gotten what he wanted. He probably couldn't tell it was me. His eyes were focused on the wall.

"It's Nudge. I'm just coming in for a drink." I informed him. He turned his head in my direction, smiled and held up the carton.

"Want milk?" He asked. "…I am holding up milk, right?"

"You are. Yeah, I'll have some." I shrugged, doing him the favor of pulling out two cups and setting them on the counter. He poured half-cups for both of us, returning the carton to the fridge and then taking a seat at the table. I joined him, sitting cross-legged in the chair beside him.

"You must've had one hell of a nightmare if it shut you up this bad." Iggy smirked, chuckling.

"What are you saying? It's like...midnight! I..." I couldn't agree any more with him, though. To think that I, the infamous Nudge Channel, would ever have a moment of silence!

But here I was with nothing to say.

"...You could say I had sort of a nightmare." I rested my head on my hand, pushing my empty cup away from me.

"'Sort of' as in a bad memory from The School...or 'sort of' as in opening your mouth and learning you have no vocal chords?" Iggy guessed.

"'Sort of' as in hearing someone say something...But when you wake up there's no one in the room with you." I mumbled.

"Oooooh, now Nudge is channeling ghosts!" Iggy joked, stretching out each word to prove his point. I glared at him through the corner of my eyes, stifling the impulse to laugh. Iggy had that tendency to be immature. Who was really older, him or Gazzy? I wish I knew.

"But really, what did you hear? I'm interested." Iggy smiled, turning his head in my direction. I can't say he looked directly at me, but it appeared that way to me as I looked into his light blue eyes.

"Uhh...It was nothing. It's really funny, actually!" I scooted myself from the table, putting my cup in the sink and walking towards the hallway leading to the bed rooms. It wouldn't be worth getting laughed at by Iggy unless everyone heard him and could laugh at me too.

"Tell me, then, and stop moving around. I can't see you." I listened as Iggy stood from his chair and crossed the kitchen floor, and then grabbed my arm.

"You couldn't see me in the first place..." I muttered, brushing his hand away from me. Well, now or never, right? No use making the moment more awkward than it was, I figured.

"... I thought I heard someone tell me they love me." I confessed.

Wait for it. Wait for it...?

But the blind bird boy didn't wise-crack me into oblivion. He just smirked and put his hand on my head, rustling my super-curls.

"Woah, if that's a nightmare to you, I can't wait to see how you react to having your first kiss if you have one." He chuckled. I scowled at him, though it's not like he could see it, so I gave him a weak punch to the gut.

"Very funny, Ig. How'd I even come up with the idea that some guy would say that, anyway?" I folded my arms, ducking away from him, even though I knew it was all in good nature for him to be teasing me about such a ridiculous dream. With a wry smile to him I walked to my bedroom, opening the door. But once more I could hear him follow. As I walked to bed, I turned, looking through the darkness at him leaning against the doorway. He was standing there, smiling in my direction. I was pretty sure he couldn't see me, but even so his sightless eyes were on me.

"What is it?" I asked as I climbed into bed, quietly so not to wake Angel in her little nest. Note to self: Ask Angel if she heard whoever came in…if anyone at all.

"Just checking the room for ghosts. Don't want to have one kiss you, do you?" He taunted.

"I hope you trip and fall." I rolled my eyes.

"Expect to find a stink bomb in your dresser, then."

And with that, he was gone. I settled under the covers and glanced around the room before being lulled into sleep.

Max had to pry me from bed once morning actually came. I fought waking up, but she continued to nag me.

"Come on, Nudge, it's time to get up." She said, finally getting me to stand on my own two feet. So while she woke up Angel I groggily stood there before prompting myself to greet the sunshine coming through the windows. When the light caught my eyes, I had to open them. Max was already in the kitchen, hopefully not cooking, and Angel was just outside of her nest, combing through her golden hair with her hand.

"Morning, Angel." I smiled.

"Morning." She chirped.

As far as I could tell, she didn't notice anything from last night. Or did she? I had to remind myself.

"I can hear you, Nudge." Angel stated matter-of-factly.

Duh.

"I'm just thinking. I had a weird dream." I told her.

"About Iggy?" Angel tilted her head, smiling at me.

"N-No…Why?" I felt my face get hot. Angel gave me one of her cute little know-it-all smirks as she stood to join the others in the kitchen. At this point everyone had woken up. The commotion coming from the kitchen meant Max and Fang were probably at it again.

"I won't tell." The little girl giggled as she left the room, giving me no choice but to follow. All right, Nudge. No more funny dream business. I'll forget about the whole thing.

And so another day began.