I'm writing this story for a friend. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Set after MAX.

Iggy POV

The flock was happy, and safe.

Dr. Martinez was safe. She and Ella visited us often while we lived in a safe house somewhere in the West Coast. I've learned from experience, and from Max, not to give away any more information than that on where we are.

The CSM (the Coalition to Stop the Madness) was helping us out. Big time.

Max and Fang were together, and we were totally cool with that. We pretty much knew that was going to happen sooner or later.

So, like I said before, we were staying in a safe house. The Gasman, Fang and I got one bedroom, and Nudge, Angel, and Max got the other bedroom. There was a third bedroom, but we decided to leave that empty incase Ella and Dr. M or someone from the CSM decide to visit us overnight. We got full meals (and I mean full bird kid meals, not those tiny portion human meals) every day. And no one was even pressuring us to go to school… yet.

It was pretty nice. It was almost like staying in the E house, only this one wasn't as big and we had guests every now and then.

So, anyway, we (meaning the Gasman, Angel, and I) were sitting in the living room watching old cartoons (well I was listening but you get the picture). I was sitting on the couch directly across from the 24" widescreen TV with Angel next to me and the Gasman sitting on the floor at my feet. Nudge, Max, and Fang, were out food shopping. Again.

We seemed to be going through more food lately than usual. I know we need a lot of food daily, but I think we should stop spoiling ourselves. Especially the younger kids. When we were on the run, we had to survive on less than a quarter of what we were eating now. I think Max saw this when she saw Gazzy eating a couple more hot dogs than usual the other day. I don't mean we should starve ourselves, I just think we need to toughen ourselves up again.

I heard before the others could see them walk through the door. From the amount of noise the plastic bags were making from outside the doorway, I could tell they got a lot.

"Hey! We're back! And we got iced oatmeal cookies!" Nudge said as she ran through the door into the kitchen. (A.N. I know iced oatmeal cookies don't sound very good but they're actually amazing! You can find them at Stop & Shop.)

"Be careful with those bags! They've got glass jars in them." Fang said, walking silently to the kitchen at a much slower pace. I assumed Max was either next to him or behind him because her footsteps seemed to move with Fang's voice.

"Hey, Iggy." Max said as she passed me behind the couch. "Anything interesting happen while we were gone?"

"Well, Elmer Fudd still fails in his pathetic attempt to catch Bugs Bunny, but other than that everything's been cool." I said. This earned a few laughs and a couple chuckles (which I believe came from Fang). I smiled in satisfaction.

Max dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and began telling me what they got. "Okay, we got peanut butter, jelly, lots of bread, pasta, four big bottles of soda, cheese, bologna, chicken, eggs, milk, juice, bacon, Eggo's waffles, cookies, Twizzlers, cereal, ice cream, and everything else that'll last us half the week. So, Ig, what-do-ya wanna make for dinner?"

Yeah, I can cook, even though I'm blind. It's a natural talent. My secret? A good cook never reveals his secrets!… Or, I think that's what they say.

"Uh, how 'bout mac n' cheese?" I asked, getting up off the couch and stepping over Gazzy. I was answered with "yeah" and whoops of elation. I'm the best cook in the whole flock, not to be too full of myself. But honestly? Some of the other flock members *cough*-Max-*cough* can't cook squat. I've had her mac n' cheese, and it was just sad. I remember Max dumping the bowl of failure on Fang's head when he gagged on it.

I put the water on the stove to boil, and then Max said, "Okay, Ig. It's that day of the week again. You ready?" I beamed with excitement. It was Wednesday, my absolute favorite day of the week.

Max came up with this great idea (I know, I can't believe it either) that we should all get one day a week to work on our powers. Max had Monday, Fang had Tuesday, I had Wednesday, Nudge had Thursday, Gaz had Friday, Angel had Saturday, and Total got Sunday. Yeah, the dog got a whole day to work on his power: which at the moment was just flying. When we first got him, he was able to jump sixty feet in the air, but he hasn't done that in a while. Maybe he'll start, now that he can fly.

Anyway, I could hear extremely well, feel colors ('cause I can't see 'em!), identify anyone's identity by feeling their fingerprint (AN: Not many people remember this, but I'm pretty sure this was mentioned in the first or second book), and actually see in complete whiteness.

So, while the Gasman was testing me on my color feeling, the rest of the flock were taping pure white things to the white wall in the hallway.

"Um, it's really red, some black, other darker colors, green, some brown, uh… something… tree-shaped. Oh! Is it a red car outside next to a tree?"

Gazzy hesitated. "What kind of car?" I felt the outlines of the red and black, felt around the tires, how the hood was shaped…

"Is it a Ferrari F430 Scuderia?" I asked.

"Dude!" Gazzy exclaimed, "That's insane! I swear, you get better every week!" We slapped high fives. I never miss those. I always have perfect aim. I love how everyone always gets so freaked when I do that. It's simple, really. Just use the sound of the person's voice to average their height, then estimate where their hand will go if their aiming for me. Then I just slap my own hand out. Like I said, simple.

"Okay, Iggy! We're ready!" Nudge called out. I followed her voice and the echoes bouncing off the walls , finding my way around the couch and into the hallway.

Vision slowly entered my sightless eyes as I stared at the all white wall. I smiled, cherishing each second of sight.

"I see a bunch of cotton balls glued together, a picture of an ice glacier from Antarctica, one of Angel's feathers, and… is that my underwear?" The flock burst out in laughter, and I heard someone-probably Nudge- drop to the floor.

"O-oka-ay Ig… You… p-pass!" Max said between laughs. I rolled my eyes and went back to the stove. I almost flinched when my sight suddenly turned off. I'll never get use to having sight one second, then not having it another second. Angel had a theory that if I kept working on it, I'd be able to see more colors eventually too.

Maybe one day I'll have my sight back.