Hey there! This is my first crossover, and it's sorta hard to explain, because I wrote this way back, between Final Warning and Max, so no blatant Fax… and also no engagement or breakup with Edward and Bella, so pre NM. You'll just have to figure it out as you go. Thanks for reading AND REVIEWING ;)

Love always, Icy-Spicy

MPOV

I would have enjoyed the flight over the woody landscape of Washington more if it weren't for the fact that I was bleeding heavily from a gash on my right shoulder.

Fang and I had flown out to Alaska, just the two of us, to investigate an email we'd gotten on Fang's blog. The person had claimed they were a bird kid too, and had been rescued by us from the institute in NYC. She said that she was running a shelter of sorts for escaped mutants.

"She" was lying through her teeth.

What awaited us at that warehouse in Juneau was not a bunch of ragged mutant bird kids searching for a fearless leader, but rather a couple hundred super-soldier robots.

Needless to say, they were not at all happy to see us, and the feeling was definitely mutual. We fought our way out of there and retreated. We're good. But we're not that good.

So we headed south, more because it was the random direction that we flew off in that because there was anything there to fly towards.

Fang was fine, and I'd only gotten hit once. Unfortunately, that one wound was worth its weight in pizza. It took its toll on me, and though I was still in the air, I was trying my darndest not to let Fang see that I was perilously close to passing out.

I don't think I was doing a very good job of it, though, because when I started losing altitude fast, he grabbed me around the waist and started putting on the brakes as we dropped like stones.

And then I blacked out.

FPOV

Now, I'm not normally the type to react strongly to emergency situations, but I'll confess- my heart stuttered when Max started to fall. But I was ready, since I'd had my careful eyes on her the whole time. Max was a lot of things, but a good actress was not one of them.

I grabbed her waist and pocketed air in my ebony wings. Alone, I would have stopped immediately. But with Max's added weight, we were still dropping fast. I managed to land on my feet, the impact jarring my knees, and stumbled a bit.

I saw that Max was out cold in my arms. Carefully, trying not to jostle her since I didn't know how badly she was hurt, I laid her out on the ground. I looked around quickly, to get a look at my surroundings. To my dismay, I saw that we were in a large backyard. I snapped my wings in, and folded Max's in as gently as I could manage with her being dead weight.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I flicked my eyes up-

And saw that I was surrounded.

I dropped into a defensive crouch over Max, protecting her from the six people who'd appeared out of nowhere. How had they gotten here so quickly and silently? My mind raced to assess the situation. They were intense, they were focused, they were staring straight at me, and I was at a loss for my next move.

This is why they don't pay me the big bucks.