AN: Sorry I'm switching fics. I keep reading good MR fics and I wanted to write this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. At all. The only thing I own is this stuff.

Maxine POV

I set down my book, The Angel Experiment. I loved the series. It was probably the millionth time I'd read it. I loved comparing myself to Max. I was called Max by most people that I knew. I always wanted to be like her. And not at the same time. I mean, she ran from erasers and beat up flyboys! It would get a bit tiring though. And taking care of her family. What was left of it, I mean. I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know what the morning would bring...

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The next morning...

I woke up, and stretched in my bed. For some reason, my back hurt. I dismissed the thought. I got up to take a shower, and I turned to look in the mirror. My hair was blond. I have no problem with blonds, but my hair was a black color the day before. After being frozen for a minute looking in the mirror, patting my hair, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Just a minute!" I yelled. My voice didn't even sound right. I talked randomly, trying to figure out what the heck was wrong. Had someone played a cruel joke on me? I was interrupted by the knocking on the door.

"How long are you going to take, Max? You better not use all the hot water." My mom said through the door. She sounded the same, at least.

"Give me a minute." After trying to untangle the mess that was my hair, I gave up and walked to the door. What I didn't notice was that my book was gone.

"Hey mom-" I stopped mid sentence. There was a guy in the middle of the kitchen, cooking. He looked like he was doing it without looking. I walked over and sat down in one of the spinny chairs. "Hullo." The guy turned around. From what I could tell, this guy was blind. A blind guy was cooking.

"Are you okay, Max? You don't sound right." He touched my hair. "Your hair isn't the right color either. Who are you and what have you done with Maximum Ride?"

"Maximum...Ride? Bird-kid? Avian-american? Holy (insert swear word of your choice here). Where the h am I? My name is Max, and you must be Iggy. But that's impossible. I can't be here. Unless..." I stopped talking in fear. "Where's Fang? And Nudge? And Gazzy and Angel? Where the h is Max?"

"Stop. You sound like Nudge." He tossed the eggs over. "Who are you anyway?"

"Who are you and where is Max?" a new voice said. It was still a guy, but one with a deeper voice. He materialized next to me.

"Oh my god, you're Fang. But that's impossible. How are you real?" I poked him. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My hand did not pass through him. "Okay, you're definitely real. So is Iggy."

"Who are you and where is Max? And seriously are you Maya?" Fang questioned.

"Not Maya, Max. Maxine Rider, at your service. And I don't know how I got here or where the original Max is. Please don't kill me!" I said quickly. "I really don't know. Can I fly? At supersonic speeds? God, what the h is wrong with me?" Fang was glaring at me. I turned to him. "What did you do last?"

"Why would we tell you?" Iggy asked.

"Because... It might be able to tell where I am and possibly where Max is." I said. "Or it won't. I can't assure you I will be right. But I'll have a pretty good guess."

"I still don't trust you." Fang said.

"Want me try to guess now? Well, since I'm here, she's in my world where you guys are just..."

"Just what?" Fang was glaring.

"It might upset the timestream continuum, so I can't tell you. I mean the whole universe might exploded. I really can't tell you. Believe me, I would if I could. But I can't."

"So you can't tell us something that would potentially be important. Good to know." he said.

"You sound like me when I'm moody." I told him. He continued to glare at me. "I wonder why the others aren't awake yet." I looked at the clock on the wall. "It should be time for at least Angel to be up."

"I am up." a small voice said. I saw by the corner was a small girl with blue eyes and blond hair.

"H-hi Angel." I said.

"Why is your mind blocked?" She was also glaring at me now.

"You're freaking me out, Angel." I said. "Why would you want to access my mind, anyway?" I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at her. She was silent. "Answer me, Angel."

"No reason. It's just that usually Max's is open. Yours is closed. You're not Max."

"On the contrary, I am Max. Just a different side. I'm sure everything will be fine tomorrow. Just how it was before." I lowered my voice to a murmur, "Just like you want it, twerp." Unluckily, Fang heard my muttering.

"What did you call her?" Fang being protective is something you don't want in your life. He gets kind of scary.

"I called her what I wanted to. You don't control me."

"Take it back."

"Make me."

"I will."

"Then what are you waiting for? An invitation?" I asked. I was getting a bit annoyed with him. I knew if it came down to it, he would beat me up. Well, hey, I got a few tricks up my sleeve. He came at me. I side-stepped and moved behind him, grabbed his arm, put it in an odd position, and threatened to pop it. "That was a lot easier than I thought it would be. You still tired?" Of course, he wasn't done.

He kicked my legs out from underneath me, and I fell on the ground ungracefully. I grabbed his leg, pulled it forward, and he fell backwards. I jumped up and stepped on his chest. I got my fists at the ready. He couldn't get up.

"Seriously, Fang? I honestly expected more. But you have room to learn." I lifted my foot off his chest. I knew better than to try to help him up. He would just flip me down on the ground.

"What? No help?" he asked, still on the floor.

"You mean it wouldn't bruise your ego? Well, that's a step forward." He glared at me. "Your face is going to freeze like that." He got himself off the floor. I sat down in one of the spinny chairs again. "So, Ig, what's for breakfast?"

AN: Should I continue? Tell me!