AN: Hey again guys! It's Friday night, I'm slightly over-tired, and this was written before chapter 1! I just checked my reviews, and I got 3! Yay! I'll finish this AN when I've finished/started chapter 1!

IP: Hopefully you'll be saner then...

Moar AN: Typing on Monday. Oh. My. God.

IP: School, no, just no...

Me: Meh. Trying to upload profile pic. It's not working. The dude that designed this part sits on a throne of lies. It's cutting off everything but the middle, I worked hard on that pic. and it's killing it! -hyperventilates-

IP: Calm down, Dad'll fix it...

Me: I hope so, that's the closest I'll get to showing a poor tortured psychic named Katie. -sigh- Either way...

Disclaimer: I don't own MR or anything else I don't own. So...yeah.

I'll put more stuff at the bottom, like number of reviews, thanking reviewers, and the poll results. Yay, on with this crud! Oh, and, let's do the time warp agaaaaiiinnn!

IP: Where's that from...?

Me: I dunno, I heard it somewhere, but it's been one year since Katie was frozen, 'kay? Now, on with this crud!

(3rd PersonPoV)(KSPoV)

Ever since the recent adventures in Hawaii, the flock had been staying in a government building. In the past, it had been a remote training facility for new military recruits. It had a large mess hall and several hallways with bedrooms branching out. They were allowed to fly around the surrounding forest, and could do mostly whatever they wanted as long as no one was hurt and nothing important was damaged.

Fang hadn't been sleeping that well lately, and though he'd never admit it, he felt like something was missing. As far back as he could remember, he'd had a feeling that there was something he was forgetting. Something important. When he'd met Max, she made the feeling go away at first. It came back at times, but not as noticeable, especially since they had gotten together.

On this particular night, he was having an odd dream. It felt familiar to him, like a memory long since lost in the sands of time.

So let's watch, shall we?

He stared across the aisle, into the dog crate exactly like his. There was a girl there, with dirty blond hair going down to about her elbows. Her knees were up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. Her skin was pale, as if she spent her whole life in darkness, not surprising in this place.

She tilted her head far back, as if to look at the ceiling. She sighed deeply, as if she would rather be anywhere else. He could relate. She hadn't seemed to notice him, so he cleared his throat to get her attention. Her head snapped forwards in surprise, her grassy green eyes squinting and unfocused. She seemed to realize he was watching her, and did something not many experiments could do. "Hi."

"Hi." He replied. "Do you have a name?" he asked, in the vain hope she was truly coherent, not just parroting what she had heard from Whitecoats.

"Yeah. I'm Katie. Do you have a name?" she pondered.

"Yeah. I'm Fang." He mocked. She smiled, amused.

"So, what are you? Do you have any powers?" she questioned. He hesitated, not sure if he should tell her anything. Then again, she was the first person to listen to him, and actually understand what the words meant. He might never get another chance like this…

"Yeah. I'm 2 percent avian. So I don't have powers, but I have wings." To prove his point, he moved his wings as much as his crate allowed so she could see.

"Wow! I don't got nothin' like that. The big doofusses messed around in my head, so all I got's is one power."

"What power?" Fang was now curious. He already felt safe around this girl he barely knew. Making friends here wasn't safe, the Whitecoats would see and make them fight, but he'd enjoy this while it lasted.

"I'm what normal people call a psychic." She said, as if that was common knowledge.

"What does that mean? And how would you know what normal people say?" now he was mad. She was lying to him. She had to be.

She glared at him slightly, as if he were not a threat but could become one if he kept this up. Her head tilted forwards slightly, showing a prominent scar running from underneath her hair on the left side of her head above her eyebrow to the middle of her forehead. "It means I see the future, and I know 'cause I used to be normal."

His eyes widened minutely. "You did? What happened?" He didn't want to believe her, but somehow he knew she wouldn't lie to him. Her hand was curling around one of the bars in the door of her crate, exposing a burn mark on the back. "And how did your hand get like that?" It was only the size of a pea, and the burns here were never that small.

"I was a little kid in a place called New York. It's this huge city, really noisy and stuff. I was outside when there was a fire in my apartment; it's like a house but smaller. My parents died and I ran, I didn't want to live with someone else, so I've lived on the streets since I was 3. I turned 7 two weeks ago, and then I got captured."

"Wow. Oh…kay…but what about your hand?" he pressed on. He didn't mean to be rude, but he had to know!

Katie sighed. "Well, I figured that it wasn't fair that I got out completely unhurt, so I found a match, something that can start a fire, and burned myself. It wasn't the same fire but it was the best I could do." She looked at him and it seemed she wanted to say more, but then the door clanged open.

Fang shot up in bed, startled out of his dream. The flock had paired up in the rooms, Ig and Gaz, Ange, Nudge, and Total, and Max and Fang. Max heard him jump and she, too, woke up. "Fang? What's wrong?" she asked, watching as he slid off the covers.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Even if they were together, he still had to seem like The Emotionless Fang. He didn't want to tell her about a dream that might not mean anything. And besides, she would get jealous, him dreaming about another girl. But then again…it had seemed way too real.

She gave him a look he knew meant "You're lying and you know it." He sighed. "I had this dream. Except it was more like a memory. I'm sure it's nothing. Go back to sleep."

She looked at him oddly. "Fang, you're hiding something. What about this dream do you not want me to know?" He sighed again. If she really wanted to know…

"Not sure. It's just…there's this girl there," as he spoke, Max's eyebrows pulled together. What if he liked this girl better than her? "Don't know who she is, but I feel like I do. Don't get it, don't care. It's probably nothing. Go back to sleep." He really wanted the subject to drop.

Max, however, wanted answers. She took a deep breath. "Where do you think you could know her from? Can you tell me about the dream?" So he did. He told her about the feeling of missing something, how she made this feeling dull (at this she looked relieved), and how the girl made the feeling go away, only for it to be replaced by another.

"I, I don't get it." Max said after racking her brain for answers. "You…were probably right, I guess it was nothing, 'cause that's all I'm coming up with. One question, though." She sat down on his bed. "What were you doing dreaming about another girl?" she smirked up at him.

"Max…" he sat beside her, pleading her to understand with his eyes.

And understand she did. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his for just a second. She smiled. "Night." She stood, walked to her bed, and instantly fell asleep.

Fang, eyes wide, let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Everything was okay between them. He lay down, rolling onto his side, his inky black wings hanging out from under the blanket. He could sleep easy now. After all, it was probably nothing.

AN: My reviewers aaaaarrrrrreeee..."Tic-Tak!", "something creative" (the dot didn't work! Yay, 2 reviews), "Vina", "Vina is awesome" (same person? I have no idea. Yaay, clueless!), and "ilovefang" (OC=Original Character, a fan character). As for the poll, 2 votes yes, 1 review yes. It's already written into the next chapter, and I can't change it now. I'm way too lazy to do that much work.

IP: The alert...

Me: Oh yeah! Guys, starting now, we are in official Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu/OOC Watch mode! I've made a Mary-Sue, and I pay respect to her memory with my username. -sigh- I was sad when I figured out what had happened and there was no turning back. I'm not letting that happen with this fic. No way, but I need your help with it guys.

IP: She does...

Me: Watch my 2 OCs for Mary-Sue and Gary-Stu and the canons for OOCness. I just saved and the word count was 1,777. Huh. Anyways...

R&R? Danke. Yeah...German...

IP: No comment...

Me: Okay, uh, thanks for reviews, faves, and alerts! My family thinks I'm going more insane 'cause I get all happy after I check my email 'n' stuff. So, uh, bye!

IP: The 1997 stuff...

Me: Oh yeah! I need popular kids/teens songs from about 1997-1999, when Katie was 5-7. I'd relly appreciate your help, so send some ideas as long as they're mostly stuff Katie could tolerate. And maybe one thing Katie could gripe about. And something political, like economy, sexists, intelligence, anything. I've already done more research for this than I thought I would, meaning I actually did some at all, and I'm too lazy to do more. So, thanks, and, stuff, and, yeah! ...Bye!

IP: -sigh-