A/N: I know I'm infamous for not finishing my stories, but I'm commited to this one.

...mainly due to the incest...

But that's not important. The most important part is this story shall kick ass. XD It's a Maximum Ride, Flowers in the Attic crossover. You see, I had an idea. And then, the idea flourished into a plot... and the plot turned into a fanfic. Interesting, huh? This is gonna be really confusing once it goes on...

-Max-

We'd been tracking down the homes of the flock. Fortunately, no one left… yet. We were currently going to a place called 'Foxworth hall'. It was some mansion place in Pennsylvania. This was for Gazzy and Angel; they wanted to at least meet their parents.

Please, let me explain. You already know me (Maximum Ride). We destroyed Itex (literally; with bombs and everything.) and stole their records of us. So, we were flying around the country to find the flock's parents.

One of the more confusing parts was that, for Fang, it was the same address; Foxworth hall. I didn't tell anyone except Fang. But it was a mansion, so I could expect it…

And so, we landed in front of the giant building.

And, when I say giant, I mean it.

"Wow," Nudge mumbled.

See? She only said one word. That proves how huge the mansion was.

Angel grinned. "This is awesome!" She bounded happily up to the door, where it opened before she could open it. A young woman stood there.

"Yes?" The maid inquired, kneeling down to look at Angel in the eyes. "What do you need?"

"My parents are here," she said. "Cathy and Chris Dollenganger."

The maid sighed. "I'm sorry, but Catherine and Christopher are not here right now. Come in, and wait. They'll be back in a bit."

We all went in; Angel skipping ahead, the rest of us wary. I tried to relax, since Angel wasn't being careful, but it was hard.

In half an hour, the doors finally opened to reveal two people, holding hands. They were a young couple. The woman was probably only nineteen or so, the guy around twenty. The woman had blond hair that went down to her waist, and blue eyes. The man had the same blond hair and blue eyes… "Who're these?" The woman asked the maid who let us in.

"Guests, ma'am. The two little ones say that you're their parents."

"Please," the woman said, sounding exasperated, like she'd gone over this a thousand times, "Call me Catherine or Cathy."

"Alright, ma—Catherine." The maid bowed awkwardly and walked out.

"Chris," Cathy whispered to the man, "Do you think…?"

"Yeah," he replied. "They look just like us…"

She hugged him fearfully. "You know what they sai—"

"Sshhh…" He whispered, rubbing her back, glancing at us. "They can hear us," he whispered, lowering his voice. She sniffled and nodded.

"They said you sold us to them," Angel said quietly.

Cathy broke down crying. "It's not o-our fault! We w-wanted y-y-you to have a g-good life… not a l-life here!"

I heard Angel gasp, and looked at her. She was blinking back tears. They locked Chris and Cathy in the attic, she said to me mentally. With their little sister and brother, Carrie and Cory. Cory died because he got poisoned.

I frowned.

"This is a cursed place," Chris muttered. "We gave someone else the money. We already had enough of it, getting this place…" His voice was bitter at the end.

"Do you have proof that you're our children?" Cathy asked quietly. I procured the papers we stole from Itex.

"Somewhere on there," I said. "Look for 'Angel'. I think it comes first." Been too long since I looked at it.

After a moment of scanning, Cathy smiled and hugged Angel, then Gazzy.

"One thing first," Angel said before I could get to it. "There's something important you have to know…" She spread her wings. "…we have wings."

Catherine let out a gasp, lightly touching the soft feathers. Chris merely studied them. "Amazing," he murmured.

Cathy let her gaze travel to the rest of us. "You can stay if you want," she said, smiling kindly.

We all nodded, grateful.

———

-Catherine-

I watched as they were led to their rooms by our workers. I liked the children; they seemed nice enough… but I couldn't help but be wary of them. Especially my daughter, Angel… I couldn't explain it to myself. I pulled Chris to the side and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "What do you think of the kids?" I asked him.

"Interesting," he replied. "Nice."

"And our children?"

He smiled. "Ah… Angel, and the one we haven't been introduced to yet… they're definitely ours, they look just like us. They seem very nice…"

I smiled and kissed him again. "I love you," I said, smiling wider.

"Love you too," he replied, kissing me.

———

Later, they introduced us, and we introduced ourselves. "Fang," Chris murmured to me, "Reminds me of Julian…"

I winced. "Please, don't talk about him."

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Angel turn to look at me curiously, but then she just shrugged slightly and returned to talking with the rest of her 'flock'.

"So," Chris began, then faltered slightly. "How did you get your wings?"

Max sighed. "We'll tell you…"

And so began the long tale.

She talked quickly, the others occasionally putting in pieces, like how Max kissed Fang on a beach—the two in question blushed and refused to look at each other—or explaining things.

Once it was over, I sighed. "You're nice kids. I'm sorry you had to go through all that…"

Angel smiled warmly. "What you went through was worse, mom." She walked over and hugged me. Then she seemed to remember something. "Where's aunt Carrie?"

I blinked at her, then turned to the stair case. "Carrie! Honey, come on down! We have some guests you'd want to meet!"

"Just a minute!"

A few seconds later, the nine year old girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She'd gotten better over the four years we'd been free; she looked like any other healthy girl her age. "Carrie, this is Angel and Gazzy, your niece and nephew."

Carrie blinked at the two, then ran down the stairs and hugged them both. "This is so cool! It'll be like it was before, but happier, with Cory, an—" She abruptly stopped, tears springing to her eyes. "Cory…" She muttered sadly. I understood; her twin's death was impossible for her to talk about; even mentioning the poor child's name would make her cry.

"Who's Cory?" Gazzy asked confusedly as Angel just hugged Carrie.

"Little brother," I said, sighing. "He… died."

"Oh," he said, then fell silent. We showed them to their rooms, and they fell asleep… at least, we assumed.

Me and Chris stole to our room and kissed. "I love you, big brother," I whispered.

"I love you too, little sister," he said, kissing me again. It was what we usually did; saying that he was actually related to me sent a jolt through my body… and I loved it.

His lips slowly slid to my neck and I shuddered happily. I would be jealous if he loved anyone else… but he loved me. That he proved in the attic… I heard a gasp and opened my eyes in time to see Max turn and run down the hall. I pulled away from my brother reluctantly and watched her run. I looked longingly at Chris for a moment, before I took off after Max.

I saw her run out the door, and unfurl her wings, flying into the air.

I sighed and returned to my brother.

———

-Max-

What on earth did I just see? And who were those two? They're brother and sister, I thought, shuddering. I landed in a clearing and rubbed my temples. "Ugh… how can they be siblings?"

They were lovers, I knew that. I saw the way they looked at each other. After a while, I got up and flew back, sighing. I didn't want to face them, but I would have to, sooner or later.

When I got back, Cathy was waiting. She walked up to me and put her hands on my shoulders, and whispered, "You have to swear not to tell anyone. Please. No one else knows."

I sighed. Should I promise? The flock deserves to know, at least… I made up my mind quickly. "The flock is going to have to know sooner or later," I said. "But, yeah, I promise I won't tell."

She smiled and hugged me quickly. "Thanks. Now, back to bed!"

"Geez," I muttered, "You're not my mom…"

"I know that, but you're in my house-mansion-place, so you're going to have to do what I say. Now, shoo, you need to go back to sleep." I rolled my eyes but went back up to my room.

A/N: There it is. Plot twist next chapter. It may become M rated, depending on how dark I want it to be.