Okay. This one's really uber-short, but it's sweet so I figured I'd post it.

I'm not the owner of anything but the plotline.

Enjoy

Ten years after we'd escaped Itex, everything was far, far from over. Sure, we didn't have to worry about Erasers or anything, but we still had some issues.

"Angel?" Iggy said, and it probably wasn't the first time he'd said it, either. Oops.

"Huh?" I looked up, finding Iggy's sightless blue eyes. I smiled, he was so cute.

"You were zoning again." He waved his hand in front of my face for example. I blushed, even though he couldn't see.

"Oh.. Sorry." I whispered, letting out a slow sigh. Iggy's head tipped to one side, a look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong, Angel?" He asked, and I just shook my head. Iggy must have heard it, because he turned to the window.

"You thinking about the flock?" He asked quietly. I murmmered something, but even I didn't know what it was. Tears started licking at my eyes, and I furiously held them back. I couldn't cry. Big girls don't cry.

Max was gone. Dead. So was Nudge. They died, taking out Itex with the rest of us. A tear escaped even when I thought Max's name. It hurt so bad for all of us, especially Fang. Fang. The poor guy couldn't live with himself after Max died, so he went, too. That absolutely killed Iggy. They were best friends..

"Gazzy." I said, my voice barley a whisper. Iggy stiffened and nodded, his face a contorted image of pain. Gazzy ran away, he felt like we didn't want him anymore. I pleaded for him to stay, but my big brother fled. It was both of our faults, we knew it.

I was Iggy's eyes now. We found out that I could constantly share my mind with him, and that included my sight. It was an amazing discovery, but it broke Gazzy.

Iggy wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body closer to his. I was sitting in his lap, and he placed his chin on my shoulder. He let out a soft sigh and let his head fall against mine.

I turned around and hugged Iggy, tears falling freely from my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I cried into him, and Iggy cooed at me.

"It's not your fault. You were ten when he left. It's not like you could've stopped him." Iggy sounded sad. He blamed himself, too. I just whimpered and hugged him.

"And I have you, and you have me, right? We'll be fine." I nodded.

Amen to that.

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