Author Note: Fang may be a bit OOC, but I hope I got him down mostly. I also hope you enjoy and comment! I'll also try to write way more on this than just sitting around daydreaming about what might happen.

Disclaimer: I seriously don't own Maximum or any of the Flock. If I did Fang would never leave Max's side.

I do, however, claim Raven, Izzy, and their parents as my own creations.

Fang missed Max, and even though it had been weeks since he had seen her, her image danced in front of his eyes. If he had had a picture of her in that dress he would stare at it for hours. But even that would have been dangerous. He knew she was more than likely really mad at him, but he had to. Some things you just have to do. He stared at the computer screen in front of him. 'Thank goodness for libraries' he thought. What was she doing now? Was she with him? He sighed then clicked to sign out.

"Excuse me?" he looked up at a teen. A teen that resembled Iggy only you could tell she had dyed her hair. "Um…" she paused, uncertain. "Are you done? I'm grounded at home so I fooled my mom into thinking I came here to study."

"In reality she came here to stock her guy." Fang blinked in surprise as another girl came from behind her friend. She resembled him. Same hair, face, build… she even wore the same style.

"I just got done." Fang said as he stood.

"Cool!" the first girl said before plopping down.

"Don't take too long!" her friend warned then turned to Fang with her gray eyes. "Hi," she smiled and held out a hand. "I'm Raven. Sorry about Izabella, she gets pushy when it deals with Iggy."

"No problem." Fang shook the offered hand, amused he had stumbled upon Iggy fans.

"And like you don't get all wild when anyone mentions Fang?" Raven blushed.

"I don't go as wild as you!" she turned back to Fang who was now waiting for the best moment to split. The last thing he felt like doing was dealing with fan-girls. "Again, sorry. What was your name?"

"Nick." He said the first name that popped up. Raven smiled again.

"Listen Iz, I need to check out the non-fic. Nick, do you want to come with?" Fang shook his head.
"I have to get home. It was nice meeting you two." He left the library. That was a strange meeting. He knew they had fan-girls, but he hadn't really met any of them. Raven had actually seemed kind of… well, cool.

I stared at the book in my hands. DNA engineering. It had taken me about fifteen long years to even look into it. I sighed heavily.

"Thinking of that guy?" I flinched in surprise.

"Izzy! Don't scare me! And I was just thinking of… you know." I finished lamely.

"Come on! He was sort of hot! And I don't know wha-" she paused as it hit her and she noticed the book in my hand. "Oh right, the mutant thing."

"Iz! Not in a public library!" To tell you the truth, yes we were 'freaks'. Not that we could fly like The Flock-believe me I had tried, which ended with me kissing the ground more times than I could count-but we certainly had wings. Why weren't white coats swarming all over looking for us? I had no clue. Were our parents our parents? Yes.

"It's not like I came out and said it. And didn't you think Nick was hot? He is your type, after all." She winked.

"Sure, whatever." I placed the book on the shelf, totally wimping out. "Wait, I don't have a type."

"Yes you do." She leaned on the giant bookcase and I was thankful she only weighed, like, 90 pounds. "Dark, tall, silent, and winged ring a bell?"

"That guy clearly had no wings." I pulled down another book, this one on genes.

"He was still tall, dark, and silent." I slid the book back.

"All right, let's get home before they start getting worried." She moaned in agitation.

"Why do they always worry?" I stared at her as if to say 'duh, we sort of would be hunted down by crazy people'.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called as I barged into the back door. I was ready for the scalding fest.

"Where have you been? You're fifteen minutes late!" my mom came hurrying into the kitchen, my dad behind. I got my… everything from my mom. I even had her voice.

"It took longer than expected." I stared at the odd couple in front of me as my mom started in on how I was special and they would want me. My mom was really young. She had met my dad at a college party and things just sort of took off. Before they had known it my mom was being pushed out of the house a year before she graduated high school. They had given up their dreams for me. Then they had given up my chance at a good life when they practically sold me.

"Raven!" my dad boomed. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Hungry?" he held up a giant plate of pasta. My stomach growled and we grinned at each other.

"Aren't you two listening to word I'm saying?" My mom may only be thirty-two, but she sure acted like she was forty sometimes.

"Come on Amanda, she was just fifteen minutes late." My dad had a thick head of curly, red hair; which is exactly why my mom had liked him. Plus, he could play just about any instrument. My mom sighed and walked out of the kitchen. He looked at me and shrugged. "Italians."

"I have Italian in me, too!" I placed my hands on my hips and he laughed heartily.

"Eat up Raven; don't want you dropping from lack of food." I nodded and he followed my mom into the living room, leaving me to chow down on three plates of food. Max wasn't kidding when she said we eat a lot.