SUMMARY: When Nick Walkers girlfriend dies giving birth to their daughter, he is left to deal with the task of fatherhood alone. Now six years on when Nick decides to let his Daughter grow up in the same town he did bumps into a couple of familiar faces including an x-high school sweetheart, with old burns resurfacing and scars opening, maybe Nick won't have to deal with his tragedy alone. FAX in later chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride.

I've kind of based Abigale on Angel because she's not in this story. But you'll see resemblances between the two.

Don't be too hard on Nick, he loved her, he couldn't help it.

On with the Story.

Chapter 1

"It's a girl," the doctor announced. "Congratulations,"

"You hear that, you did it, we di- Lissa?" Nick stopped praising his girlfriend when the heart monitor replaced the stead beeping with a flat single sound. "LISSA!"

'This can't be happening' Nick thought 'not now, not ever'. Nick all sense of self control when large hands were pushing him out the double doors of the maternity suit and into the bright hallway. The door was slammed in his face, but the windows were still clear. Nick gazed though the glass pane at his dying girlfriend, his dead girlfriend.

She was being hocked up to many different monitors, one of which Nick recognised to be a defibrillator. Lissa's body shook when the machine came into contact with her chest. It happened again. And again. Nick was frozen in place when the doctors un-hooked the monitors. The main doctor checked his watch and spoke to a young nurse who started writing something down on a clipboard.

Nick backed away from the door and hit the wall opposite it. Without realising it he was sliding down with his back against the wall. He put his head in his hands and began to cry. He was oblivious to the pity-full stares from the other occupants of the hospital hallway. He didn't notice the doctor come out of the room where his dead girlfriend lay.

'She's gone' Nick thought, he had never felt so alone.

Six Years Later

"Abigale, hurry up and get your jacket, you can't be late," I called upstairs to my six year old daughter. There was lots of cluttering noises then a distant 'coming' and then the sight of beautiful bubbly daughter came into view. She had wavy red hair, just like her mother. Her brilliant red cheeks, just like her mother. The only feature which resembled her and I, were her dark eyes, nothing like her mother's sea green ones.

"Ready," she stated with a tired sigh from all the rushing around.

"Awesome, let's get into the car," I opened the front door and began to walk out. There was an irritated cough from behind me; I spun around to find my Abigale pointing to my car keys that were still on the hook by the door. I smirked slightly and ruffled her hair, "What would I do without you, kid?" I laughed at my mistake. We made our way to the car but Abigale never denied an opportunity to start a conversation.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad! I'm starting school today, in case you forgot," she drabbled on. 'God she makes me laugh sometimes,' I smiled to myself. "And what are you laughing at?" she demanded.

"How my big girl still needs me to lift her into her car-seat," I exclaimed while hoisting Abigale into the back seat of the car.

"For now, anyways," she mumbled to herself but I only smiled at how funny she was, how like her mother she was, how much I missed her. I started the engine, put on my belt and drove to the first school I ever went to.

We got to the parking lot and I stopped in the first space I saw. I turned in my seat and saw my daughter crying silently.

"Oh Baby, come here," I told her and picked her from her car-seat and into the front seat. She hid her face into my neck, which I could feel gradually becoming soaked with tears. I rubbed her back to comfort her.

"What if the other girls don't like me?" she hiccupped, once her tears had stopped flowing.

"Of course they'll like you, Sweetheart. Besides what's not to like?" I asked her. "Just be yourself and talk to the first girl you see and a guarantee you, you will have a blast today!" I encouraged her, her big eyes beamed, even though blood-shot from the burning tears. She hugged my tightly and I hugged her back.

"I love you Dad," she mumbled into my neck.

"I love you too, Abigale," I replied before placing a kiss on her head. "Now, wipe away those tears and let's get you to school, like a big girl," I smiled at her, tapping her nose before getting out of the car.

Abigale held my hand tight when we walked into the classroom, I felt Abigale's grip loosen at the sight of all the children her age talking to one another each colouring on a sheet of paper. A tall woman with brown straightened hair made her way over to us, she wore a warm smile and looked vaguely familiar but I dismissed it, as I hadn't been in this town in almost ten years so she was probably the daughter of an older neighbour or something.

"Yay, more new faces," she beamed at Abigale and myself, I instantly liked her. She had that feel-good factor about her, the kind of person you have to like or there is just something wrong with you. "Well, I'm Mrs Ride and what would your name be?" she asked, kneeling down to Abigale's level.

"Abigale Walker," Abigale mumbled shyly. Mrs Ride stayed at Abigale's level and shook her hand kindly.

"Welcome to my class them Ms Walker, why don't you have a seat there beside Annabelle and I'll fetch you a sheet of paper in a second?" Mrs Ride suggested kindly. Abigale nodded and walked shyly to the seat her teacher directed her to.

"And you must be the Daddy?" she laughed shaking my hand. Her laugh was bright and cheerful.

"Yeah, Nick Walker," I shook her hand back.

"Well, you can call me Ella," Mrs Ride smiled. "Your daughter is going to fit right in, trust me,"

"Is that what you tell all the parents on the kids first day?" I asked with a laugh.

"Well, yes, but this time I'm positive," she confirmed with a smile. I bid goodbye to Ella and left my daughter in the classroom.

I sat in my car for a couple of minutes, not moving out of the parking lot. I was slightly stunned at the fact that I had just left my daughter off at school, on her own. I felt myself tear up slightly but rubbed away the emotional tears and drove out of the school.

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