DICLAIMER: I only own the Anderson's home, the Anderosns and Mitchell
PAIRINGS: Iggy/Ella, Iggy/Noah(OC), Fang/Max, Dylan/Alex(OC), Mitchell(OC)/Conner(OC), Mike(OC)/ Nudge, Marcus(OC)/Noah(OC)
WARNINGS: SPOILERS TO ALL THE BOOKS! Male/Male Pairings, Course Language (And more will be announced later)
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Green eyes glanced around the area, some of the occupants chattering away. Was the apocalypse over? He turned his head to his brother, one blue eye and one brown eye staring at him.
"It's done." The boy muttered, shaggy medium brown hair covering his eyes.
"Good." The green eyed boy nodded, running his hand on the cold wall, deciding to find a way out.
"It's ok!" Dylan's voice broke through. "It's done now!" There were cheers and the green eyed man clamped his hands over his ears, the noise too much.
"Where are Noah and Mike?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"We're here Alex." He nodded. Slowly people started moving about and he sighed, following footsteps, automatically detecting his three brothers'.
"I hate the dark. Can't see shit." He muttered irritated.
"Stop complaining, we're alive aren't we?" Mike rolled his blue eyes and shook his head, light brown hair moving with it. Finally they could see light and Alex let out a sigh, straightening up.
"What the fuck happened to the sky?!" Someone yelled out.
"What?" Some tall kid with tan wings and strawberry blond hair called out.
"It looks like the northern lights but everywhere" Another explained.
"Gee thanks, now if only I could see the northern lights to compare."
"Every colour imaginable is flashing through the sky in waves, but it's not very bright but that could be because it's evening now. It probably won't last more than a week; it's the aftermath of the exploding star." Noah, the youngest of the brothers said, bright blue eyes and sandy blond hair.
"Thanks." The tall kid nodded his appreciation.
"No prob. I'm Noah." He stuck his hand out, the other grinning and grasping it.
"Iggy. That's the Gasman and Nudge. Not sure where the others ran off too." He pointed to the people who smiled tentatively and looked back up at the sky.
"I'm gonna do a quick patrol." Conner said in a rough baritone voice, his large, mostly black with a bit of white, wings shot out and he gave a powerful flap, shooting straight up. Alex watched him and sighed, running a hand through his short red hair, fixing his thick glasses.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say my Dr. Appointment is canceled." there were a few laughs at his comment and he shrugged. "Might need to lock me underground after a few months though, never gone more than two without my happy pills." the others went silent. "It's Conner I'm worried about though." He muttered. Noah frowned but nodded, Mike ignoring them completely, fascinating himself with a rock.
"Why's that?" Max landed in front of him and he shrugged.
"Bipolar Schizophrenic. The white coats did a real number on his brain." Alex informed. "Me, I've got some serious anger issues."
"He burned our last home to the ground." Noah spat at him angrily. Alex have a nervous, sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "All because he couldn't find the damn remote to the T.V."
"Well I'm pretty sure we won't have to worry about that anymore since T.V.'s don't exist." He shrugged, Noah giving him a shove. "Look blame the white coats!"
"They didn't take the remote! OR make you burn our home to the ground!" Noah was fuming.
"No but because of them, every time I get pissed off I burst into flames!" The others stared shocked. "And then you dowse me in water which makes me even madder!" He hissed out, his arms starting to glow.
"Calm down Alex." Conner warned, dropping in next to him. "Don't set the dirt on fire."
"You can't set dirt on fire!" Gazzy countered.
"He was kidding." Mike said amused.
"I'm gonna use my gift to help that dude rebuild." Noah said stretching.
"What's your gift?" Max asked with caution.
"I can control plants and water." He leaned down and touched a dead, mostly burned flower. the item automatically greening and springing to life, growing petals. He smiled and headed off.
"What did he do?" Iggy asked
"Brought a flower back to life." The blind boy looked shocked and gave a nod of approval.
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Noah let out a sigh and leaned against a tree, wiping sweat from his brow. He had re-grown at least fifty of the trees and helped carry lumber out all in a sweater and jeans. he slid down the solid item and coughed.
"Whoa there! Over did it?" Fang sat next to him, handing him a cup of water. Noah nodded. "Take a break, you did an amazing job. Besides you're making the rest of us look bad." The taller said with a sly smirk, nudging the shorter. Noah smiled and nodded, closing his eyes. He was exhausted. "Hey Ig?"
"Yeah man?" He turned to them, putting down the piece of burnt wood.
"There's a tent to your right about ten yards . . . can you carry him there and stick him on one of the beds? He over did it and I think he's got heatstroke or something."
"Sure." Iggy hoisted the sandy blond up, people moving aside so he could bring him into the tent.
"Thanks." Noah rested his head against the broader chest, an arm around the other's neck.
"Don't mention it." Iggy placed him on the bed and reached down, helping the smaller remove his sweater. "Why on earth were you wearing this thing anyways?"
"I hurt my wing and I felt like I was protecting it when I had it under my hoodie." Noah stated quietly.
"Let me feel." Iggy reached out and pressed a hand to his feathers. Pale blue eyes widened and he blinked shocked. "You're wings, the colour is like mine!" Iggy grinned. "I thought everyone had different types of wings and no two were the same!"
"Well I guess ours are." Noah said shrugging. The older paused for a moment.
"I'll be back in a while, get some rest." He left quick and found the one person he knew he could talk about this with. "Fang?" He walked over to him and cleared his throat. "Why do two bird kids have identical wings that have no relation to one another?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh saw a pair." Iggy lied flawlessly.
"Uh-huh." Fang raised a brow. Ok so maybe not all that flawless. "I don't know, maybe it's a mating thing, two of the same birds or maybe it's a huge coincidence." he added the last part when Iggy looked sickly pale. "Who has the same wings as you?"
"N-no one!" Iggy shook his head.
"Iggy tell me."
"Noah." The younger sighed out.
"Shit dude, you didn't tell me you're gay!"
"I'm not gay! I'm with Ella!" He snapped.
"And how does Ella feel about a second feathery man in her bed?"
"Shut up!" Iggy glared and let out a frustrated growl.
"Iggy?" Ella walked up to him concerned. "You alright?"
"Yeah." He smiled at her cheekily, sharing a soft, sweet kiss. Alex dropped down from the tree next to them and sighed.
"You over heard." Fang stated more than questioned.
"Yeah."
"What's the odds that it's a coincidence?" The darker haired boy asked with a bit of hope. Alex sighed heavily and looked up at the dark sky, able to see the moon now. "That low eh? What about them being mates?"
"Won't know unless they try a mating dance." Alex stated with a shrug. "I just want Noah to be happy. He deserves it more than anyone I know. Oh and stop hiding Noah." He rolled his eyes. Slowly Noah started to appear and he walked forwards.
"You can go invisible?!" Nudge said awed.
"No, I can camouflage though, blend into my background." He shuffled his feet, looking back at Iggy who had his arms around the girl's petite waist, her hands around his neck as they talked quietly, foreheads together, and her fingers tangling in his hair. Noah looked away and slumped.
"He said my wings look like his. Is it true?" He slowly let his wings unfold.
"Iggy, come here, compare wings!" Fang ordered. He walked over and whipped his feathery items out, other staring shocked.
"They're . . . identical . . . just, smaller." Gazzy said awed. Noah looked at Alex who frowned knowingly.
"Why are you sad?" Nudge raised a brow.
"He's not sad." Angel made her appearance, most likely reading his brain. "They used another's bird DNA to make him when he was still a fetus . . . they wanted to see if they could cause mates. Only problem was Noah was supposed to be a girl." She said unfazed. "He's supposed to be Iggy's other half, his mate."
"Uh sorry dude but I'm not gay . . . and I'm taken." He held the small girl closer. Noah frowned.
"Don't worry man. I know how you feel." Dylan muttered walking up to them. Max flushed and looked away.
"I'm gonna pass out for the night. It's probably around ten or so now anyways." Noah whispered turning and walking off.
"Don't blow anything up." Alex warned. Noah flipped him off, not turning around and continued to a tent that had ANDERSON on top of it, Conner slipping up next to Alex.
"I broke a tree." He stated flatly. Alex sighed.
"Did you at least tell it you're sorry?" the older was trying to be humorous. Conner frowned.
"No. I made you a phoenix out of part of it." He held up a small carved bird.
"Thanks." He tossed an arm around the shorter boy. "You should get some sleep." He said softly. Conner nodded, his personality seeming to have shifted on a dime. "That's the bipolar. His highs and lows don't usually last long but they're bad." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna pass out too. Mike, c'mon, bed time. Stop showing off your wings to impress the girls, you're fourteen you don't need a mate!" Alex yelled irritated.
"Strange bunch . . ." Dylan muttered.
"You can say that again!" Nudge said exasperated.
Max yawned and slipped out of her tent, doing a double take at Fang.
"Why are you standing there?" He turned at her words and held up a note carved on bark.
"It was on the Andersons' tent." He said. "It says:
"To whomever gives a shit.
Conner, Mike, Noah and Myself (Alex) have decided to find a nice little community to live in.
You all seem nice and cozy and we don't want to stir up trouble.
Noah apologizes for being Iggy's mate so he wanted to leave that way there's no drama.
in case you every want to find us we went
- that way . . . I don't know what direction it is so yeah . . . Oh and Dylan came with us."
Fang raised a brow and shrugged.
"You think they'll be alright?" She asked casually, deep down being upset about Dylan's departure.
"I'm sure they will."
From in their tent Iggy frowned. He liked Noah, not in that way but he wanted to be friends with him! And now he couldn't.
Little did they know that their paths would Cross with the Andersons' once again in two years time . . .
