Hey people! I'm calling from the land of Never Freaking Stops Snowing! So today Fang, Max, Alice and I ventured out into three feet of snow.

Fang: Yes. I still haven't thawed yet. Max tackled me into the snow. Then Angel kicked more snow on me, practically burying me alive.

Max: Suck it up Fang. Don't be such a baby.

Alice: I tired to get the flock to sing Let it Snow. Yeah, didn't go over well. Fang, being Mr. I'm too Emo and Cool to Sing just sat there and glared at the snow, as if he was daring it to flutter near him. -rolls eyes-

Me:Quite fun. Okay on with the chapter. The flock actually comes into this one! Crowd goes wild. Don't ask where the crowd came from. well, enjoy the chapter. Oh! Part of this chapter is taken from The Final Warning. You'll know where it starts and ends.

I do have one question. Do you think Raine should end up with Iggy? Yes? No? Throw me a line!


Chapter 2

Halley's POV

We watched in horror as sixty-something robots landed in front of us. They looked like Erasers or rather, robots with Eraser skin grown over them. I shot a sideways glance to the rest of my family. I guess most people don't think this way, but, it made me proud to see little Pele take on a fighting stance and blood-lust pop in Raine's huge brown eyes. Apollo hated fighting, even though he was the best fighter. The truth is, he'd been through more horrible situations than any of us.

"Halley! Block it!" Apollo's frantic voice brought me back down to earth. I instinctively threw an arm in the air. A heavy metal arm slammed into it. I took the opportunity to slam my foot into this thing's face. Apparently, I don't know my own strength. 'Cause when my foot connected with this thing's head, that sucker snapped off, flying through the air before crashing into the wall.

"Cool! They're flammable!" Pele said excitedly, lighting a bunch of robots on fire. The distinct smell of burning flesh filled the air, making my nose wrinkle.

"Jeez, for the billion dollars some whack job no doubt spent to make these things, you'd think they'd make them waterproof," Raine said in between punches. Only I would start cracking up in the middle of a fight. I took out three more of these things, punching one so hard I split my knuckle. Yay. I pushed another one over, and while kneeling on its chest, punched the shit out of it.

"Halley. Halley!" Apollo said, grabbing my hand. "It's done. You can stop."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"God, if you're gonna make robots to destroy us, you might wanna make them a challenge for us," Raine continued, slapping high fives with Pele.

"Report!" I called cheerily.

"I'm okay. Got a cut on my forehead," Pele said, rubbing her sore knuckles.

"I'm good. Knuckles are sore, but nothing I can't live with," Raine said, holding Pele.

"Nothing wrong with me," Apollo said, wrapping his arms around my waste and taking my hand in his. The burning sensation came back; he was healing my split knuckle.

"Okay Mister High and Mighty, hands off my Sunshine." Raine pulled me away from him.

"Would it kill you to be nice to him?" I asked her, crossing my arms on my chest.

"The sad thing is, I am trying." She smirked. I slapped her arm. She slapped mine back. I heard Apollo mumble something that sounded oddly like "Heartless". I choked back a laugh. Raine gave him her death glare.

"So, what now?" Pele asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"We leave. More of those things are probably on their way," I ordered, packing what little possessions we have in our backpacks. I threw one to each member of my family. I flung my pack on my back and walked to the cave entrance, weaving around pieces of robot.

I tilted my face up to the sun. "Let's roll."

I unfurled my snowy wings and jumped lightly into the air. My family lifted off behind me.

Meanwhile…..

Somewhere in D.C

Max's POV

We wheeled through the chilly air, not speaking, leaving the town far behind.

Soon we were near the ocean, close to Chesapeake Bay. Swooping lower in wide circles we saw a small unused dock jutting out into the water. With unspoken agreement we coasted lower, finally making a sneaker-pounding running stop down the length of the dock. Scarcely breathing hard, we sat on the edge of the dock, leaving our wings outstretched to cool off. There was no room – one of Fang's wings overlapped one of mine.

"This is pretty." My feet dangled at least a yard above the water.

"Yeah. Peaceful." Fang was looking at everything except me. "Are we back on track?"

I looked at him. "What do you mean? What track?"

"You and me. We…broke up."

Oh, that. I gazed at the water, embarrassed.

"I don't want to split up again," he said.

"No, me neither."

"Max…"

His face was unreadable in the moonlight. I felt the light, feathery heat of his wing lying over mine. What did he want from me? Why couldn't he just let things be?

"What do you want from me?" he said.

"What do I- What do you mean? I want the usual stuff like always." I hated conversations like this, hated talking about my feelings unless I was, like, furious. Then words came easily. But this mushy hearts-and-flowers stuff? Ugh.

His eyes met mine. "Look, you didn't like it when you saw me with that girl at school, back in Virginia."

True. Seeing Fang kissing the Red-Haired Wonder had sent acid churning through my gut. I stayed silent, remembering.

"And I wasn't thrilled about you and Sam, also back in Virginia."

"Yeah, Virginia basically sucked," I agreed.

"Well, why? Why should it bother us to us with other people?"

Oh, God, where was he going with this? If I had more than brother-sister feelings for Fang, I could barely admit them to myself, much less him.

"'Cause we're shallow and self-serving?" I tried, wishing he would just drop it.

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars.(AN: I'm sorry. Is it just me, or does she think about how rough his hand is and feeling the strength in it a lot in the books.) The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone.

"You're…," he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. "Such a pain," he concluded.

"What?" I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang's hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against mine, kissing me softly but with Fang-like determination.

Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and… Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Some how we were pressed together, Fang's arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back.

It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him.

It was a total disaster.

Gasping, I pulled back. "I, uh-," I began oh so coherently, and then jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast like a rocket.

About two minutes later, I looked back behind me to see if Fang followed. But seeing as this is my life, of course there had to be four large objects flying behind me. Yay.

"Max!" Fang called from below.

"Jesus!" I yelled, practically jumping a foot in the air. While I was flying. Hm. "Jeez, Fang."

"Sorry. Let's get back to the hotel. I got a surprise." He smiled crookedly as I eyed him suspiciously.

"That's nice. Meanwhile we're being tailed by four possible enemies."

"I'll explain everything. Just trust me."

We flew together back to the motel. Fang must have mentally called Angel, because she and the rest of the flock trotted outside. I landed lightly in front of them. Fang walked up next to me. He was smiling.An honest to God grin was plastered on his emo face. Ooookkkkaaaayyyy. What was going on?!

You'll see. Angel pushed to me. Devious child. A slight smile played at the edge of her lips. The four objects landed in the shadows, too far away for me to see them clearly.

"Fang!" one called, running into the parking lot just as Mom and Jeb walked outside. Now in better light, I could see the person was a black-haired girl. She collided with Fang, throwing her arms around his neck. My stomach churned as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Who's your girlfriend, Fang?" Iggy asked, noting the distinct female voice. The girl pulled back, laughing.

"Me and this emo? No. Looks like you got some 'splainin to do Fango." The girl laughed again. "Come on guys!" she turned to wave the rest of the group over. A tall boy with almost black hair and silver eyes, a girl with fluffy brown hair and brown eyes that looked oddly familiar, and a small red-haired, green-eyed girl stepped forward, eying us warily. They stopped right next to the black-haired girl.

"Let's go inside. I'll explain in there," Fang said, gesturing to our hotel room. Once we were safely inside, I pulled on my leader hat.

"What's going on here. Who are you people?" I asked.

"'You people.' Harsh," the older boy said quietly. I blinked as I realized he was cute. Very cute, actually. He looked weak for some reason.

"Yeah. Halley, get on with it," the other girl urged. She was black and looked a lot like Nudge. Creepy.

"Okay. I guess we should introduce ourselves," the Fang-hugging girl said. "I'm Halley."

"I'm Raine!" The other girl said perkily. My God. She even sounded like Nudge.

"I'm Pele," the little girl said sleepily.

"I'm Apollo," The boy almost whispered. He was kind of hiding behind Halley. "How old are you?" I asked, digging deeper.

"We're all 14. Pele is 5," Halley said.

"I have a question," Gazzy said, raising his hand. "Why does everyone else have weird names except you?"

"I'm named after Halley's Comet," she said, giggling slightly.

"Do you guys have any skills?" Angel asked. I nudged her.

"Yeah," Apollo said. We all waited. Suddenly, the room was filled with small orbs of light. Wow. I reached out to touch one, but it disappeared.

"Who….,' I asked looking around. Halley raised her hand proudly. I get the name now. I looked over at Raine, guessing she was next. Iggy was next to her, smiling nervously. Oh, crap. Pele glared at him and I swear I heard her growl.

"What about you?" Angel asked Pele. She smiled an evil grin, then stared at Iggy. After a minute Iggy burst into flames. Nudge screamed.

"Cool!" Gazzy said, high fiving her.

"Help me!" Iggy yelled.

"Okay!" Raine jumped up. It started raining over Iggy's head. I choked back a laugh.

"Thank you." Iggy sighed in relief. We all looked at Apollo expectantly.

"You have a cut on your forehead," he said simply. I made a duh expression. He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked over to me and placed his hand on my forehead.

"Um..," I started.

"Wait," he ordered. I waited. A burning tingle came from his hand. After another minute, Apollo removed his hand.

"Wow," Fang breathed.

"What?"

"Your cut. It's gone," Nudge said in aw.

"Wow," I said simply.

'Truly amazing," Jeb said quietly.

"How bad can the wound be for you to heal it?" Mom asked, the doctor in her kicking in.

"I can heal flesh wounds, and depending on my strength, broken bones. It varies sometimes. I've healed gunshot wounds. I can't heal diseases or myself." He looked sad.

"Are we missing something?" I asked.

Halley looked at Apollo and took his hand. "Apollo has leukemia."

Everyone gasped in shock. Nudge looked close to tears.

"I'm so sorry," Mom said apologetically.

"How did this happen?" Jeb asked.

"The branch of Itex we were created in wanted to see if our immune systems were strong enough to fight of most diseases, including cancer. They gave me leukemia on purpose."

"Shit," Iggy muttered. I slapped his arm.

"Yeah. Those sick bastards at the School can graft wings on to children, but they can't cure cancer. What sense does that make?" Raine said from bed she sat on next to Nudge.

"I have one more question. Why are you here?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Jeez, Fang. Don't you tell them anything?" Halley snorted.

"What?" Angel asked.

"I'm Fang's sister."

"What?!" I shouted. Fang has a what?!

"I'm his sister," she repeated.

"Yeah, I got that," I snapped. "Fang, why didn't you tell us?"

Of course he shrugs.

"God, Fang. You're worse than Apollo. Oh, and I'm Nudge's sister," Raine said perkily. Well, she seemed incapable of speaking any other way.

"I have a sister! Someone to shop with and stay up all night talking to and to tell all my secrets and who actually looks like me!" Nudge gushed.

"Um, sorry, don't like shopping. But I'll do everything else!" Raine gushed too. She took Nudge's hand and they sat on the bed, talking.

I turned back to Halley. "You're Fang's sister," I said flatly.

"Yep."

"How long have you been keeping this from us?" I turned on Fang.

"I didn't want you to freak out. You had enough to think about."

"Max, I told him not to tell you. We didn't want anyone to be disappointed if something bad happened," Halley admitted, protecting Fang. Ha. Fang, being protected. I looked at Halley more closely, and was surprised by what I found. She looked exactly like Fang. The same olive skin, same black eyes, same ebony hair. She had his angular features, though hers were softer, more feminine. She was beautiful. I wonder if I indirectly called Fang beautiful. Hm.

Oh, Max. You got it bad… Angel gushed. Don't worry. She's pretty. But you are too.

Me. Pretty.

Max, trust Halley. She'll help you in your mission. My Voice said. Oh, hello there. Have you been watching Oprah and/or Dr. Phil? I don't judge.

Max, it's human nature to judge. Sometimes it can save your life.

Yep, Dr. Phil. I replied. It was silent.

"Well, I'm going to bed," I said, pushing everyone out.

"Do you have a place to stay?" My mom asked, her maternal instincts kicking in.

"Um, no," Halley replied sheepishly.

"Can they stay here Dr. M?" Nudge pleaded.

"Sure. If you don't mind," she added.

"No. That's very kind. Thank you," Halley said. How polite.

"The couch unfolds into a bed," Angel said.

"You can have my room. I'll sleep on the couch," Mom offered.

"No you keep your room. Raine and Pele can share the couch and I'll take the floor," Halley decided.

"I got first watch," Apollo said, looking at Halley. Oh my. He's in love with her.

Really? You can tell? Angel pushed.

Yep. He's got it real bad. I thought to her.

"Aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww!" Angel gushed out loud. I shot her a look. Apollo eyed her carefully and plopped down by the window.

For some odd reason, it made me feel safer. I walked over to the bed I shared with Angel and laid down.

Halley's POV

"Tell me what you did today to further your relationship with Maximum," I urged Fang in a voice that would have made Dr. Phil proud. We were sitting on the curb outside Max's hotel room.

"Well... I talked to her. Then I kissed her," he said, sounding unsure of himself.
"Really? What did you say?" I asked.

"Well... I said she was a pain, then I kissed her before she could say anything."

I slapped my forehead. "You are such a guy."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." he smirked.

"It is," I assured him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Wow Fang, How long have I been gone? You feel actual emotion towards someone. And not like fury. Love," I joked. Fang glared at me before smiling.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted.

"Well, to start, don't let her get away! Next time you kiss her, and we all know you will, keep her there. Make her listen. She's Max. She hates emotion. When you kiss her, she feels emotions she can't control. Make her feel them. Make her give in. Give her a reason to stay," I finished proudly. Fang looked at me for a minute, as if he couldn't believe I was capable of giving such amazing advice. Well, all things considered, I'm slightly amazed too.

"Thanks, Halley."

"No prob."

"So, tell me about your flock," he said, a curious glint in his eyes.

"Well, I'm kinda the leader."

"Really?" Fang asked sarcastically.

"Don't sound so surprised. Apollo's my right wing man and my best friend. Raine's like my sister. Pele is like her baby."

"Apollo, your right wing man. I don't like it," he said, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"Well, I've known a few…" He paused. "I've known a few seconds to fall for their leaders."

"So you and Max."

"No," he said too defensively.

"Yes."

"N… Is it that obvious?" he asked sheepishly.

"Uh-huh. You got it bad bro," I teased. We sat there for a moment, me trying very hard not to laugh at his flushed expression.

"I'm bored," I said, getting up. "Let's go for a spin."

"Sure."

We took off into the night together.

"I love your wings," I told Fang. His face flushed again. "They're beautiful. As black as ebony."

"Yours are cool too. Like someone threw ink on Angel's wings," He said quietly.

"Ooh! Let's go over there!" I said, pointing to a small dock. He looked embarrassed for a second before closing off all emotion.

"Oh, my God. That's where you kissed her earlier!" I accused.

"Um…" he began nervously.

"Well, we'll have to find somewhere else," I decided for us.

"We don't have to."

"Yeah we do. I'd rather not sit there and suffer through the mental images associated with that specific spot. I really don't need pictures of my brother swapping spit with some random girl running through my head." I pretended to shudder at the thought.

"She's not a random girl! She's Max!" he practically yelled at me.

"Ooh, touchy. Sorry, I meant my brother swapping spit with the love of his life," I said rolling my eyes.

"She can't be the love of my life if she doesn't love me back," he mumbled.

"Oh, God, Fang. Don't go all emo on me. And you are even less perceptive than I thought."
"What?"

"Max is head over heels in love with you. She's just too stubborn to admit it. Come on, man. Have you seen the way she looks at you?" I asked pointedly.

"What?" he repeated stupidly.

"You are such a guy," I said rolling my eyes again. "She looks at you like, she can't believe you're real. She goes to you when she's stressed or upset. You two fight all the time. You're crazy about each other," I said, smiling triumphantly.

"Well, let's sit on the beach," Fang offered. I nodded sleepily. We landed on the rough sand and sat down on the shore. I yawned hugely, making Fang smile.

"Shut up," I said before he could say anything. He rolled his eyes and pulled my head down on his lap. It felt weird at first, but I grew more comfortable. I sighed, looking at the reflection of light on the gleaming water. After a few moments of watching, my eyelids grew heavy. All the while, Fang stroked my hair and hummed to himself.

"Sleep well sis," he whispered. I smiled and fell asleep.


So what do you think? I know Fang doesn't talk that much, but he's meeting his sister for the first time in person. He can't be all dark and silent. I'm almost done with chapter 3 of the Sequel for Who's the Father? I might post it today.

This is something I wrote with the help of AliceinVA and my friend Desiree!!

Things Maximum Ride has Taught Us:

1. Being different is okay.

2. Even the little things can help save the world.

3. Red-heads are evil!!

4. Love always makes itself known. Even if it takes you five books and fourteen years of your life to see it, it's there.

5. 6-year-olds do have the ability to take over the world.

6. Duct tape is a handy tool if you have a mimicking 8-year-old.

7. The loss of a vet would be a tragedy.

8. Dressing in dark clothes and never talking does not make you emo; it makes you Fang-like.

9. French is the universal language.

10. Fang-sized is an acceptable form of measurement.

11. Count your blessings.

12. Teen magazines don't help you in life or death situations.

13. Nachos and Moutain Dew are proper mind controlling devices.

14. Fang has the power to sum up your life story in nine words.

15. Even a kick-ass, leader of a merry band of mutants like Max can make mistakes.

16. Never get hooked on Valium.

17. The best breed of dogs are talking Scotties!!

18. If one cannot be corrupted by power or money, there's always Snicker's bars.

19. It is okay to sell your soul for a chocolate-chip cookie.

20. Kids are better than adults.

21. You'll know the Apocalypse is coming when Max is wearing a dress.

22. The best cooks are blind pyros.

23. Submarines are tiny tin cans of doom.

24. Desert rat should always be cooked to well-done.

25. School really is an evil place.

26. Teachers really are out to get you.

27. Remember to flap.

28. Only one bird kid could pull off preppy Top-Siders.

29. GIRLS KICK BOYS' BUTTS!!

30. The order of power: God, Jesus, Chuck Norris, Max, Fang, Angel, Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, Total, humans, animals. Brigid, Sam and Lissa don't make the list.

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