A/N: Well, guess what! I'm typing this from my new laptop! Yep, I got it for Christmas. Enough about me, here's the story.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot, and I'm not sure why James Patterson would use this plot, anyway.
Fang's-weird- 3rd-person-I'm-not-sure-what-to-call-it-POV:
Shortly after Max decided that we were going to go after this guy, the others got up. First Angel, then Iggy, then the Gasman, and after some work, Nudge. Max told them the plan, and then we took to the skies. Fang thought it felt good, the joy and freedom of flying. To stretch his dark wings and propel himself through the open skies, well, he just didn't have the just the right words to describe it.
"I'm hungry," Predictably enough, Fang thought, it was Nudge who'd spoken.
"Okay, we'll stop and get breakfast down at the McDonald's below," Max said, already swooping down towards the restaurant. Fang started to descend to, and out of the corner of his eye saw the others swooping downwards too.
"Hey!" cried Gazzy, "I'm a human bomb!"
The Gasman had tucked his wings in, went into cannonball position, and it looked like if he didn't pull up soon, they would be cleaning up bird-kid remains in the parking lot of McDonald's.
Gazzy did pull out of the dive, and his fine blond hair stuck up around his head. He was laughing. Looked like fun, Fang thought.
Once inside, Fang ordered three double cheeseburgers, two large fries, a chocolate shake, and a Diet Coke. The Flock ordered similar things. While they were eating, Fang opened up his laptop. He tried searching James Patterson, and found out that he was an author. Fang didn't care to know which books he'd written, or if he'd heard of the books. "Look at this," he said to Max who was currently inhaling a chicken sandwich next to him. She glanced down at the screen.
"An author, huh? That's interesting. Does it say where he lives?"
"The site just says that he lives in Florida."
"Well, it's a start," she sighed. Fang nodded, and then they went back to their food. Fang thought that James Patterson could seriously just be a alias, but bit his tongue. At least for once the Flock had direction, at least they had a plan. Don't spoil it for the others, he reminded himself.
Once they'd finished eating, they went airborne again. They were currently in Virgina, and were heading south. Fang soared above the rest of the Flock, looking down on them. The Gasman and Iggy were off to the side, no doubt making plans for another bomb, Angel and Nudge were below them, throwing Celeste back in forth in a game of catch. Yeah, like that's a good way not to lose Celeste, he thought. Max was in front of them, and she had that stubborn face of hers on. Fang sighed. When was she going to relax, kick back a little? Never, probably. Not with a world to save and a flock to protect. He thought he should at least be able to take away a little of that stress. Just enough so that Max could loosen up. So with that in mind he angled downward and matched Max's pace. He had swooped in silently, and Max apparently hadn't noticed. Lines appeared on her forehead.
"The Voice?" he asked.
Max momentarily forgot to flap, startle by his sudden appearance, then began to flap again before she could lose much altitude.
"Yeah," she said.
"What was it saying?"
"It was telling how if we met this guy, James Patterson, we would've 'come full circle,' whatever that means,"
Fang didn't have any ideas, so he said "S'okay. We'll fig-"
Max cut him off. "Sh," she said, holding a finger to her lips. Fang waited.
"The Voice just told me to go to coordinates," she said, but made no effort to change her course.
"Well, are we?" he asked.
"Sh," she repeated.
After about a minute of silent flying, Max shouted, "But where do the frickin' coordinates lead?" Fang was taken aback, and the rest of the Flock looked up and them to see what was going on. Frankly, Fang was wondering what was going on, too. Max now had tears streaking down her face, and she said, "Meet me on that hill," then streaked off towards the hill at lightening speed. Dammit Max!, he thought, I don't want a repeat of the beach! Even if there isn't a chip in your arm anymore! He yelled "Max! Don't do anything stupid!" raced towards the hill, a good fifteen minutes away, if you weren't in a hurry. He could already see Max pacing around. His wings were pumping like iron, and he glanced behind him and saw the rest of the Flock coming up behind him. Max still looked okay, she didn't appear to be cutting her wrist with a jagged shell, for example.
They flew as fast as they could for about ten minutes, and then Fang landed on the top of the hill for a sneaker pounding landing on jagged rock. Jagged, not good. "Max!" he called, and ran over to her. She was sitting down, back towards him, and turned her head towards him at the sound of her name.
"What?" She had
Fang ran up to her, and draped his arms around her in a protective bear-hug.
"Nothing. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"Oh, Fang..." she said and cried into his shoulder for the longest time.
A/N: Okay! Well, that was chapter two...I'll try to have chapter three up soon. Um, well now that I have your attention, anyone wanna try reading my other two stories? Ones called Maximum Ride: The What If Experiment, and it's basically about the Erasers not coming in TAE. The next one is The Wings That Carry Me Home, and it's about Iggy dying, then kinda-sorta coming back to life. It's hard to explain. Anyway, I love reviewers. Sorry about the long AN guys!