Ok. So it's an Angel X Dylan thing, but it kind of isn't. It sounds weird, but not really. May include other pairings. It takes place four years after ANGEL but Angel wasn't kidnapped.

Angel POV

So, after Fang left with Maya, Max was devastated, but found comfort in Dylan. He was fed up with her, though, and left. I don't know what exactly happened, but Max reverted into "little kid" mode, and wouldn't eat, dress, bathe, or do basically anything without help. Because of this, Iggy and Nudge made the decision to ask the government for a little help. Iggy (with a little help from Gazzy) would help them with their weapons, and they would provide us with a house and money in exchange. I went back to school with Gazzy, and Nudge did courses online until she got a High-School diploma and such, 'cause someone needed to take care of Max. That really changed everyone. The neighbors think Nudge and Iggy are married, and are fostering three kids. It shouldn't work, because Nudge isn't even 18 yet, but it does. Iggy looks so much older than 20, maybe 25. They aren't old enough to be parents, or to work, but they do. Iggy works in weaponry and warfare in the government. He goes Monday through Friday from 5-8 and comes home late because of rush hour traffic. His appearance has changed too. He wears thick glasses to divert people from his blindness, and his long hair is chopped off. He looks a little older too, probably from staying up so late to see how he would pay the bills. None of us, besides Gazzy, who had a job ready for next year when he turns 14, worked but him, so it's a lot of stress. Nudge is so different; you couldn't even pretend she was that bubbly girl 4 years ago. She doesn't talk much, and she looks older, acts more mature too. Honestly, I don't think she even cares about clothes, makeup, or food anymore. She was really skinny, even for a bird kid. I think she only cares about helping the rest of us, like Max used to. I think I've changed. I don't mind read anymore. Heck, I don't swim, or even fly anymore! I guess I grew out of being evil. I grew out of being myself. I have a permanent straightened hair (for now) and I wear lots of eyeliner. Max, she's just a different story; I don't want to talk about it. It makes me cry. She can't do anything on her own. Gazzy, man, I don't even recognize him anymore, and he's my brother. I guess he's just being a teenage boy, but he's going through an emo phase. He wears mostly black, almost like Fang, and almost doesn't talk, unless he's helping Iggy with a weapon, or asking for food. All he listens to is ACDC, Metallica, and Kiss. He isn't really a 'Gasman' anymore. I'm the only one who even calls him Gazzy anymore. Everyone else calls him Zephyr. Ugh. Our lives totally suck. Even Nudge would rather be on the run than this, and we all know how much she loves desert rat.

OUR AGES AND CODENAMES:

IGGY: 19: JAMES GRIFFITHS

MAX: 19: MAXINE TORRES

NUDGE: 15: MONIQUE GRIFFITHS (but she isn't really married to him)

GAZZY: 13: ZEPHYR ADAMS

ANGEL (ME): 11: ANNIE ADAMS

The day started out like any other Saturday at my house. Max refused to get up. Nudge tried to get her up. Iggy tried to get her up. They dragged her to the bathroom. Nudge gave her a bath. Iggy made us all breakfast, and I ate while Nudge and Iggy coaxed Max into taking a few bites. They really worked together, like parents, which they had sort of become. Gazzy, though, being the type of teenage boy he is, was still asleep at noon. Just as I was putting my plate in the dishwasher, I heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" I said cheerily, and skipped over to the door.

"Hello?" I said curiously to the person standing in front of me. He looked to be eleven or twelve, and was an inch or two taller than me. His hair was blonde-ish and his eyes were turquoise.

"Angel?" He said tentatively. I gasped, and then roughly pulled the boy inside.

"How do you know me? How did you find me?" I whisper-yelled at him, terrified on how someone could find us.

No one knows where we live, or our real names.

"I… I…" The boy stuttered. He took a sharp intake of breath and fell over. I quickly checked his pulse.

"Iggy!" I yelled, "Come quick!" Iggy came running, followed closely by Nudge.

"What's going on?" He asked, his unseeing eyes searching the place. He wasn't wearing his glasses now; they were really only for show.

"A boy collapsed!" Nudge exclaimed, and pulled Iggy down to his knees, so he passed his hands over him, feeling over his shirt.

"He's skinny" He said, taking his hands off the stranger. "He probably fainted from starvation."

"Can you fix him?" I said, looking at Iggy hopefully, although he probably didn't know.

"I'm sure, but let me talk to Nudge." He stood up, and grabbing Nudge's hand, pulled her into their room. Although they weren't married, they shared a room 'cause there weren't enough rooms in the house and Nudge thought Gazzy and I should get our own room so we could 'express our creativity'. Two beds, though.

Nudge POV

Iggy grabbed my hand and pulled me into our room.

"I don't think I can support another kid, especially one who probably has mental scarring and will need rehab or something. And seriously, can I take someone who just showed up on our doorstep?" He gave me a look that said 'come on' and I sighed.

"Iggy," I breathed, sharing his burden. "I don't know. I mean, we can't just leave him, can we?" I peeked out the door. Angel had lifted him onto the couch and had a cool cloth over his forehead. "Just think," I said pleadingly, "what would Max have done?" To this, he rolled his eyes.

"Max wouldn't have moved in to a house! Max wouldn't work for the government, Max didn't have to take care of a disabled 19 year old girl and work a 15 hour work day! Max didn't have to do this!" He cried, voice cracking at the end, something it hadn't done since he was 16. I looked away and sat on my bed. When I heard a sniff, I looked up at him, and saw tears running down his face.

"Oh Iggy, don't cry." I said softly, grabbing his hands in mine and rubbing them in between mine. This was so unlike him. I never knew he felt that way.

"Sorry." He said, embarrassed, wiping away his tears. "This is just really hard." He said quietly. "I never had to do anything. Fang and Max always had it under control. Now, it's all on me." I gave him a hug.

"It'll be OK, don't worry." I said again and again until he was done. As he was wiping away the last tears, Angel poked her head in the door.

"Hey guys, there's a little problem here…" She said, and slipped back out.

"Umm… I think we should follow her, don't you?" I said to Iggy.

"Yeah, let's go."

We ran out in the hallway where Angel had the mystery boy lain on the couch. Max was there too, sitting on the floor of our living room, three fingers in her mouth. The boy's shirt was pulled up on his back, and there were wings.

"What the crap?" I said under my breath.

"What's going on?" Iggy whined, "I can't see ANYTHING!"

"Here, you better feel for yourself." I said, and placed his hands over the new bird boy's back.

"Why the crap is Dylan here?" Iggy shouted after feeling the boy's wings. Max seemed to hear and looked up at the word 'Dylan' but quickly went back to the empty gaze she wore since Paris.

"Dylan, what do you mean?" Angel asked, clearly perplexed. "This is, like, a 12 year old boy!"

"No, it's Dylan." Iggy said firmly. "These are his wings."