Summary: A series of some clichéd, some normal, oneshots. Plenty of FAX and EGGY to go around – you can't spell cliché without FAX. Okay, you can, but you get my point.

Rating: T

A/N: Hey peeps, it's me Michelle here. I'm gonna make this clear from the beginning: this is a set of partly CLICHED drabbles. Meaning I don't want flames and complaints about how clichéd these stories are – they're MEANT to be like that. Capiche? :)

Okay, now that that's clear…

Concerning updates: no was José am I gonna promise scheduled updates. Nuh-uh. Sorry. I will try, I repeat try to update once a week – I have a few chapters ready to go. But school's started, so…

Disclaimer: Um, yeah, I am so TOTALLY JP.

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Okay, not really. Don't sue me.

Chapter One: Home Again

I could see it, the house, from way up here in the sky.

Just seeing the sheets out on the clothesline made my heart ache.

I wanted to be there so bad…

Wait for the rest of your Flock, said the Voice.

Screw you, I thought, and angled myself downward. I poured on the speed, until the wind was whipping at my face so hard I thought my first layer of skin layer might peel off.

My arms touched the soft grass first, and I swung into a roll, before standing up and dusting myself off. My eyes flashed to the empty driveway, and I had a horrible thought – were Mom and Ella even home? But right as I had the thought, the front door flew open and Ella came running out at full speed.

"Max!" she screamed. I had barely opened my mouth to reply when I was hit by what felt like a ton of bricks. I fell backward, but used the momentum to swing my right leg up and catch whatever it was that hit me straight in the gut.

"OW, Max!" Gazzy moaned as he hopped off me. The rest of the Flock had landed next to us in a more graceful manner. "That hurt! Hey Ella! Hey Dr. M!" he grinned a toothy smile and waved at Mom, who had appeared in the door.

Her eyes filled with tears. "Max! You're back!"

I stood up and ran over to her to hug her. "Of course I'm back, Mom. I said I would be, remember?" My voice was muffled because my head was buried in her shoulder, but she laughed and hugged me back, hard.

"Of course, Max, of course. I'm just so glad to have you home again," and upon the word 'home' I started bawling.

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Cookies.

It was only to be expected. The second the Flock reached the kitchen they all started pulling the ingredients out of cupboards. Mom taught them how to make her famous chocolate chip cookies last time we were home, but I was still surprised they remembered everything.

"Baking soda, Gaz, not Coke," Nudge said.

Or maybe not…

I looked at all of them, their faces bright and happy, and saw that even Fang was helping. Aw… But wait – where was Iggy? And, I realized, Ella?

Iggy + Ella + nowhere to be seen = suspicious. But a good kind of suspicious. A maybe-they'll-finally-get-together kind of suspicious.

No one else seemed to notice their absence, and I snuck out of the room undetected. I crept up the stairs and saw Iggy standing in front of Ella's door. I waited on the top stair for him to move, but he didn't. He seemed to be gathering his courage.

Finally, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Tiptoeing up to the open door and peeking in the crack, I saw Ella sitting motionless at her desk.

She tensed when Iggy put his hands in her hair.

"…Iggy?" she whispered.

"Shh…" he said, in the most un-Iggy like way. Then slowly, he began to pull the pins out of her tightly coiled braids. Her eyes closed as she relaxed.

I slipped out of the room, unnoticed.

Some things are better left private.

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A/N: and there's a little Eggy for you! Come on. Don't tell me you didn't get little fuzzies in your tummy?

If you want Ella and Iggy to stay together, review! Or even if you don't, review anyway!