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A/N: Ello there! So, I had another attack of the plot bunnies during a long bought of insomnia. This is the (very short) result. Stupid bunnies. I'd like to note that this is set before Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, so I'm pretty sure Max's character would be slightly different before Jeb left, to explain some of the OCC-ness.
Max's Early Morning Assumptions.
Something was wrong with Jeb, this was the thought that had dragged me out of my nice warm bed to pace in the freezing cold kitchen (the farthest room from Iggy's room) at God knows when in the morning.
Anyways- Something was wrong with Jeb.
He wasn't angry- he never seemed to be angry at us. His mood seemed more…sad, er…. Apologetic, that was the word! Like he was sorry for something…
But what for?
Nothing was wrong that I could see; Gazzy and Iggy hadn't blown anything up today, make that yesterday (a first).
What was going on?
All he'd said when we (the flock) were going to bed was 'Good night'. He always- I repeat always- says 'Good night, see you in the morning'. There had never been a night where he hadn't said that- except for tonight.
But…that implied that he wouldn't see us in the morning… Was he going somewhere without us? But where? Jeb hadn't mentioned any friends or family- other than Ari – to us that he would go see. That was it! Jeb was going to visit Ari somewhere!
But why wasn't he going to bring us? Ari liked us…
And why hadn't he told us? Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise or something.
Or maybe he wasn't going anywhere in the first place.
Maybe he was just tired and forgot to say 'see you in the morning'.
I probably had imagined the apologetic look.
I was probably just over-reacting over one little slip-up on Jeb's part.
It was one sentence. It was puny. It meant nothing. I'd dreamt up the whole thing up, and had based it on one little minor thing.
I was just over-thinking the whole thing.
It didn't matter. I'd see him in the morning as always.
As I crawled back into my bed I convinced myself that I'd see Jeb in the morning, sitting at the kitchen table behind the newspaper drinking a cup of hot coffee.
Although one small, minute part of my brain wasn't convinced- I didn't listen to it.
I didn't know how right that small, minute part of me was.
But the rest of me was convinced that Jeb would never leave us.