/A.N./ I'm going to be replying and thanking through AN's. So, I'm sorry if you don't see your name and a reply down there. So, tell me, you guys, should I add more FAX? More EGGY? Anything? Is Max...no, is everyone in character?

Ah. You know what I'm going to start doing? Okay, so, leave a chapter name in the reviews. I'll take one and write the chapter around it, however my weird mind takes it.. Have fun, guys! I be needing YOU! *flails*

DISCLAIMER: I am not bald.

/Iggy POV!

A short summary of what happened when we called Max's mom:

Pleasant. Confused. Worried. Angry. Hang up. Bat-shiz crazy horn honking that could be heard five miles away as she sped through the roads.

I gently picked Ella up and carried her outside, where the car was waiting. I heard Max tell Fang to stay behind and look after the rest of the flock, then footsteps as she raced out and opened the door for me.

I slipped in, bumping my own head in the process of trying not to bump Ella's head, settling into the seat. I re-positioned her a bit so the her neck was supported and looked down, wishing more than anything I could see her. Well – just – I mean, I wish I could see everyone. Not just her. Everyone. Everything.

Anyway.

The drive there was a bit tumultuous, seeing as Dr. Martinez drove fast and furious, meaning bumps. Ella hissed under her breath, the contents of which I'll leave out for younger ears.

"MONKIES Mom, drive slower!"

"Sorry, sorry." She eased down on the gas, but there were still bumps enough to make Ella whimper. One was a speed bump, right to the entrance of the hospital, making everyone get a bit jostled. Ella jounced up as my long legs somehow got tangled, making it even more cramped. Due to the bump and cursing, Max sounded as though she had ended up with her face against the window, which would have been hilarious if...Nah, screw that. It was hilarious.

And so we pulled into a cramped parking space in the parking lot of the place the I hated.

Whitecoats.

~insert mysterious line of awesomness here~

/I think you can tell this isn't Iggy's point of view anymore/

Fang sighed. Stuck in the house, alone, with pre-pubescent kids that were scary enough to him that he just might go curl up in a corner. A dark, black corner filled with non-noisy things. Excluding jazz.

He didn't like jazz.

Which was why he was slightly annoyed when he climbed up the stairs to hear it blasting out of one of the girls' rooms. Ruffling his hair, he sighed and banged on the door. There was a yelp and a hasty turning down of the jazz. "Thank you!" he yelled.

Next thing to check on: Gasmeister.

This was slightly trickier.

Gasman had his own treehouse that he slept in. He had made it himself, hidden it the leaves.

It even had a lock on the door.

To get to it, you had to climb out of Fang and Iggy's room and onto the ledge, scooting sideways against the house, which scraped your wings if you didn't angle yourself right. You then had to leap onto a tree branch , sideways, then grab the above branch with a free hand that you weren't biting off in nervousness that you would fall on your face. It was low enough that that could actually happen, too, even with wings.

Dr. Martinez didn't know that Gazzy slept in there. It was what Iggy liked to called their "Man secrets". Fang himself would rather eat strawberry toothpaste than call them that, but whatever.

Inching towards the door, he finally reaches it and hooks a finger onto the handle, twisting it down. "Gaz?"

A head peeks out of the slightly opened door. "Whut?"

"Give me the bomb once you're done with it."

Gazzy frowns. "Why?"

Fang manages a evil grin, or what he hopes looks like one. "You'll see."

~Handsome alpacas dancing in the sky~

/Iggy POV/

As the time ticks by, the sound starts to annoy me. Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Each time they seem to go slower.

I can feel a tense Max beside me and can't tell if she's stressed because all this is her fault, or if she's stressed because of all of the whitecoats that I can see and smell around us.

Finally, I hear a door open at the end of the hall, the same one that had closed about an hour earlier. Click. Click.

Tap.

Well, that's different. Not usually how Ella walks.

Against the white background, I can see that Ella is propped up on a crutch, Dr. Martinez walking beside her. Max stand up and sighs in a relieved way, stretching so much that I can hear the bones pop. "Ella, are you okay?" I hear her voice crack on okay.

"I'm fine. I'll be in this stupid contraption for a week or two, though. Hey, Iggy." Is it just me, or did her voice change when she said my name? I can't tell. "Thanks for comforting me."

I nod and smile. Wordy I am not, currently. Or so it seems.

Max and Dr. Martinez walk out with Ella, leaving poor old Iggy behind. I can navigate well enough until after the door, at which point I bump into a parking pole that's just about crotch height.

OH GOD THAT HURT. I THINK I JUST SQUEALED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.

After I'm done writhing on the ground, I open my eyes to see an Ella shape, framed by moonlight standing there. "Are you done?"

"Ye-ahh..." My voice is breaking.

"Get up and I'll help you to the car. Cmon."

I stand up on wobbly legs and stay where I am, until I feel a hand nudged against mine. "Take my hand, I'll lead you."

I uncertainly slip my hand into hers-or was it her hand into mine?-and manage to not completely freak out aloud at the fact that I'm holding hands with Ella. Sure, both were slightly sweaty-or was that just mine?-but it was nice anyways.

Driving home, she doesn't let go.

Neither do I.

/

OH GOD I THINK I JUST SQUEE'D.

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