Hey people! It's me again, IceCrystal! Miss me much? Of course you did.

Anyway, I really loved all the responses telling me I should write a sequel of Daddy. And I did…and it's going to become the third part of the Trinity Trilogy.

Why, you ask? Well, you see, as I realized when I was plotting it out, there was going to be a lot of explaining to be done. And some backround info would be really appreciated, but I really didn't feel like adding it in an A/N because 1. hardly anyone reads this crap and 3. it would be a really LONG A/N and 4. It would come as a MAJOR shock and you guys would be SO pissed at me, trust me on this.

And I just realized I forgot number 2. Who cares, 2 is an overrated number anyway.

And that's what happened.

So this isn't really a sequel, persay. Think of it more as a…prequel. An explaining story.

And here we are again, my dear readers. The beginning of another story. I hope you really like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Get over it.

Blinding sunlight shimmers on my sandstone and ivory colored wings. The soothing murmur of the creek echoes in my ears. The slight breeze that stirs the leaves ever-so-gently caresses my feathers, like the lightest brush of fingers. I smile to myself, turning my face to the sky, a beautiful forget-me-not blue, feeling my long hair tickle the small of my back.

I haven't felt this peaceful in ages…

"Max!"

I sigh, frowning at the sudden call. "What do you want Fang?"

He's gliding towards me silently, effortlessly. "Meditating?" he teases gently, pulling me into his arms.

"Trying to." I rest my head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat thrumming beneath the thin veil of his skin. "It's such a beautiful day."

He takes a stray strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. "Just like you," he murmurs.

I stifle a laugh. "Enough with the sappy stuff, please!" I beg, making no effort to move away.

"Oh, come on, Max. I thought you liked it."

"How long have you known me?"

"Hmm…nineteen years?" he guesses. "In other words, all my life?"

"Right."

Now he pulls away, grabbing my hand. "C'mon, Max. Iggy sent me to go get you. He says dinner's ready."

Small, meaningless conversations fill the gap between the peaceful forest and our house. We soar side by side, our wing tips nearly brushing.

"Max! Fang!" Nudge cries as soon as we walk through the screen door. "We thought you weren't coming."

"Hoped, you mean," Gazzy corrects. "Iggy made chicken. More for us!"

"Oh, haha," Fang says sarcastically. "Smells good, Ig."

"You know, I think that's the longest sentence I've ever heard you say, Fang," Iggy says, setting several steaming platters on the table.

In a time space of oh, say, five minutes, all the food vanishes. "That was really good, Iggy!" Angel chirps.

"Yeah, she's right," Nudge added.

Suddenly Angel winces. "Fang! Try to keep your thoughts pure, please."

All eyes fly to my boyfriend, who's blushing madly. "Do I even want to know what you were thinking about?" I ask lightly, twining my fingers with his. He shakes his head quickly.

"Max! He's doing it again!" Angel complains. "Fang, there are children present!"

"Angel, you're not a child," Fang laughs. "You're eleven years old. You'll live."

"Close enough," she pouts. "Oh, ew!"

"I'm leaving." He gets up.

I sigh. "Angel, you didn't have to read his mind, you know."

"Well, it's hard not to!" she cries. "Not when he's thinking that loud!"

Hmm…I didn't know it was even possible to think loudly…

"It is," the eleven-year old says.

I shake my head, standing. "C'mon, kids, bed. You've got school in the morning." They've been going to the high/middle school down the street. Nudge was a sophomore, Gazzy was in eighth grade, and Angel was in sixth grade. Iggy, Fang and I graduated last year.

Groaning and griping, the three of them reluctantly get up and trudge down the hallway to their rooms. I decide to go find my boyfriend.

Gazzy, Angel, and Nudge have their bedrooms on one side of the house, Iggy, Fang and I on the other. I head in the opposite direction of my flock, wandering through the kitchen and living room and hallway in turn. "Fang?" I call, knocking softly on the door at the end of the hallway.

It swings open soundlessly, revealing the breathtaking figure of Fang—hehe, my boyfriend—leaning against the doorway. "Hey, Max."

I blush and look away. And I hardly ever blush.

So is the power of Fang.

He grabs me by the hand and pulls me into his room. Within seconds we've both fallen onto his bed, giggling madly. The perfect moment is marred only by the enraged shout coming from the other end of the house. Angel, it sounds like.

"FANG!"

Hehe…don't kill me!