A/N: Here ya go!

Disclaimer:

JP: I'm suing you for stealing Maximum Ride!

Me: Ah, but I'm not stealing it! I have a disclaimer that says that you own it! Not me!

JP: Oh, okay.

Max POV:

It's five years since we've lost Iggy. I ached. We ached. It felt like I was missing my left wing, and it never got any better. We live in a house now, not to far from my mom's. Fang and I got married last month, but it was bittersweet because Iggy wasn't there. Angel, the Gasman, and Nudge attend the local private school now, but they weren't to happy about it. We'd "saved the world," three years ago. Basically, we just bought a 89% share in Itex. Yeah, we saved the world with stocks. You got a problem with that?

In short, once Iggy died, life sucked. Gazzy had taken it worst, Iggy was his best friend, but we were all hurt. Life hardly even seemed worth while with my favorite, blind, Avian-American, chef, and pyro gone. Fang was the only thing that kept me sane. Our love had grown in comforting each other about losing Iggy, and last summer, Fang had proposed. I said yes, of course.

Anyway, life went on. And I went along with it.

"Gazzy!" I called up the stairs of our house, "You'd better get ready, or I'm gonna kick your skinny ass into next week!" Threatening was the only thing that worked to get Gazzy out of bed these days. He just wanted to retreat into his dreams where the pain couldn't reach him-he was distraught without Iggy. I climbed up the stairs and walked down the hall to Gazzy's room, past the bathroom where Nudge was straightening her hair, and past Angel's small, cluttered bedroom. I walked into the Gasman's room. "C'mon Gazzy, up and at 'em," I said shaking his shoulder, attempting fruitlessly to rouse him. All I got in response was a mumble. I sighed, heading to the bathroom Nudge wasn't using. I poured a glass of cold water and stormed back to the Gasman's room. "Gaz, if you don't get up, be prepared for a bath!" I threatened.

He sat up. "Okay, okay, I'm up." he said, stretching his wings and arms simultaneously and groaning. The Gasman was wearing his hair longer, and it stuck up in random places around his head. "What time is it?" he asked. I sighed, remembering. Gazzy had blown up his alarm clock in another one of his bombs, and we were yet to replace it. "Ten 'till." I replied, then added "You'd better hurry or you're gonna be late."

"Fine." he said as a dismissal, and I left his room to check up on Angel. I knew Nudge was already awake, I'd seen her when I'd tried to get Gazzy up. I ducked my head into Angel's room, only to find it empty. That must mean she was already downstairs. I trotted down the stairs and went to the kitchen where the smell of scrambled eggs greeted me. It was Fang, making breakfast. "Hey," I greeted him, and went to stand by his side. "Hey," he said, and leaned down to swiftly kiss my lips. Just then, Angel appeared in the doorway (she was five three now, she'd just had a growth spurt,) with her wings unfolded, for she would have to hold them in tight all day. Fang informed me that she had been in the bathroom. "Morning Angel," I said, and she smiled at us and said "Mornin' guys. What's for breakfast?"

"Guess?" I asked her sarcastically, gesturing at the pan in Fang's free hand, his other hand was wrapped securely around my waist. "Oh, eggs," she said. I nodded. After five minutes of eating scrambled eggs that were nowhere as good as Iggy's would have been and discussing Angel's math homework that she didn't understand (well, to be honest, I didn't really understand it, but Fang seemed to,) Nudge came into the kitchen. She was an inch shorter than I was, and she had her wings unfolded too. "Hey guys," she said, and we waved, still absorbed in eating. She took a plate and sat down without another word. Nudge had been less chatty since Iggy died.

Iggy.

His name caused a fresh wave of grief to wash over me, almost as if any reminders of him was the moon, and pain was the ocean that washed over my agonized, tortured soul of a shore. I leaned deeper into Fang's chest, and tried not to cry. Gazzy ambled into the room then, dragging his feet, looking disheveled. "Gazzy," I said, leaning out of Fang's embrace, "did you brush your hair this morning?" He shook his head. I sighed yet again, and proceeded to pull a comb through his hair. He was only two inches shorter than I was now. Soon, he may even be as tall as Fang. When I'd managed to make his hair lie flat on his head, he took a plate and they finished eating. Then they left for school. Fang used to drive them to school in the morning, but this year I'd started to let them fly to school because driving was time consuming, and time was one thing we couldn't spare in the morning.

"I'm heading to the store," Fang announced after we had cleared the table.

"'Kay," I said, "Don't forger we need milk." I reminded him. He nodded, and then he was gone, in the minivan we had bought after defeating Itex. Then it was just me. I sat down on the couch in silence, and let out a sob, that developed into a long, sad, weep.

Gazzy POV:

When Nudge, Angel, and I were in the air we headed over to the local McDonald's. Fang was an awful chef, and we'd began hiding our food in our pockets and dumping it in the dumpster behind the McDonald's in the morning when Max had started to let us fly to school. Once that was taken care of we bought some food at McDonald's. We ate and flew at the same time. Then we landed in a forest located conveniently on the edge of the school grounds. School passed as usual up until third period, when the teacher asked me to take a kid who said he felt sick to the nurse's office. I nodded. Anything to get out of class. When we arrived in the nurses office, I noticed a kid, about five or six lying on on of the bed. He was murmuring. I could catch bits and pieces of it. "Flying...bombs....flock....miss..." was all I caught, but it was enough to make me stop dead in my tracks. I had to remind myself to keep walking, and arrived at the sign-in sheet for the nurse's office. It had columns where you wrote where you wrote your name, where you were coming from, what time it was, and your reason. The kid on the bed had written: Taylor Smith, K3, 10:24, and tummy ache. I signed Matt- the kid I was escorting- in, and the nurse handed me a pass to go back to my class. But instead I went to the office and stole some passes. I wrote Monique on one, and Arielle on the other, which were the names the school knew Nudge and Angel by, respectively. I went to their rooms, handed their teachers the passes, and ushered them out of the school. On the way home I told them what happened. Their mouths hung agape. "We better tell Fang and Max," Angel said, breaking the silence.Nudge and I just nodded, and we flew home, on our way to tell Max and Fang about our discovery.