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Disclaimer: Is this really, seriously necessary? Yes? Fine. I don't own Maximum Ride, Impact: Stories of Survival, The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, Ella, Dr. Martinez, Jeb, Ari, and all the other characters from Maximum Ride that I can't think of. But I do own Owl, Buzz, Wesley, Phoebe, and all the other OCs I made. Simple as that.
I climb out of my bed at 5:00 in the morning, for I couldn't get any sleep, and nothing else is good on T.V. until then. I collapse down onto the only non-occupied couch, and turn on the television, and switch it to Discovery Health, to watch Impact: Stories of Survival. Probably one of the most addicting shows I've ever seen.
"Mommy?" I hear Phoebe whisper. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, honey." I whisper back, and she runs up, and climbs into my lap.
"Mommy?" she asks. "Are we gonna find Wesley?"
"Of course, honey. How 'bout you go pack some clothes and a book, okay?"
She nods, and dash's into her bedroom, coming back while carrying a drawstring bag and a large Harry Potter book.
"Honey?" I ask. "Did you read that?"
"Yeah, mommy!" she nods. "I read all of them! They were really good!"
I didn't even know we owned them.
"Uh, how about you go pack a smaller book, okay?"
"Okay, mommy!" she giggles, and replaces it with a Magic Tree House book.
"Much better." I say.
"Couldn't sleep?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. It was Fang.
"Not really, no." I laugh.
"Hi, Fang!" Phoebe cries.
"Hi, Phoebe." He answers.
Phoebe lays her head on my stomach, and instantly falls asleep, a talent I wish I had.
"I'm really sorry, Max." Fang says. "Just, it's that-"
"I thought you were dead, Fang." I scowl. "I can't believe you didn't show up at the cave."
"You are so not over me." Fang gives me a sly grin.
"I am too!" I defend.
"Sure, sure." he reassures.
"I am!"
He just rolls his eyes, and looks up at the T.V. screen. "Impact?" he asks.
"Yeah," I answer. "Do you watch this?"
"No, not really, but Buzz and Owl do. And Anita used to love it."
"Who's Anita?" I question.
He suddenly looks very awkward. "Oh, nobody,"
"No, she's obviously somebody. So who is she?"
He sighs. "Another bird kid, Owl's sister." He answers. "We woke up one night to find her… gone."
"Oh…" I say. "That's… sad."
He nods, not turning his attention away from the television. "Oh, please." He scoffs. "This episode is always on."
I shrug, and sink into the couch. Just then, Dylan shuffles in, eyes still heavy from sleeping.
"Hey, Max. Fang," he mumbles, collapsing into the couch next to me.
"Hey," I whisper.
"Dylan?" Fang asks. Dylan looks up. "Look, man, I just wanna say sorry. For everything before. And I know that now you and Max are married, and I'm getting married to Owl pretty soon, if we don't die trying to save Wesley, so I just want to say sorry." He sticks out his hand. "Truce?"
Dylan and I look at him surprisingly. He never, ever spoke for that long. Fang looks at us with raised eyebrows.
"So?" he asks, still keeping his hand in front of Dylan's face.
Dylan takes it, reluctantly, and shakes it slowly.
Fang nods, as if completing some kind of accomplishment, and turns back to the credits of Impact.
"As soon as everybody else wakes up," I whisper into Dylan's ear. "We're going to find Wesley." He nods.
I lie back onto the overstuffed pillow, and watch as Phoebe wakes up, and turns the channel to The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
About an hour after, Nudge, Iggy, and Ella come trudging out from their hiding places, fully dressed.
"Okay, guys." I say after Fang collects everybody else. "Here's the plan. Buzz, Ella, and Phoebe, you go in that jet. You'll have a walkie-talkie on you at all times, so we can keep in touch with you."
"No!" Phoebe wails. "I wanna fly!" she hugs my waist. "I wanna fly with you and daddy and Owl and Fang and Uncle Iggy and Aunt Nudge and Uncle Gazzy and Aunt Felicia!"
I pick her up. "Honey, I'm not sure that's such a good idea. We'll be packing in a lot of hours."
Her lower lip trembles. "Bu-bu-but I want to!"
I look over at Dylan, and his expression says let her.
I roll my eyes. "Fine, but the moment you get hurt, you're going in that jet with Aunt Ella and Buzz."
Her face brightens. "Yay! I'm gonna go get my tiara!" She jumps out of my arms, and runs into her bedroom.
I straighten. "And the rest of us will fly. Every few hours or so, we'll stop in a town to rest up and stuff. Deal?"
"Deal." Everybody else says. Phoebe runs in with her princess tiara that we got her for Christmas perched on her head.
"Deal!" she repeats, not knowing what we're talking about.
We all eat breakfast after that, not wanting to starve to death an hour after we took off.
We scarf down our cereal, and take off.
I need to find Wesley.
About an hour after we took off, it all started.
"Mommy…" Phoebe moans. "Daddy… I'm hungry…"
I roll my eyes. "Honey, get used to it."
"Bu-bu-bu-but I want food!"
"Here, honey." Dylan hands her a banana.
"Dylan!" I screech. "No! She's never gonna get used to it if we feed her every hour!"
He rolls his eyes. "We should feed her every hour. She's only five."
"When I was five, I was lucky to get fed at all!"
"Well, we're not gonna put or daughter through that!"
I cross my arms. Whatever.
"Mommy!" Phoebe screams. "Where are you, mommy?"
I look around. There was no sign of the five-year-old.
Unless…
"Phoebe?" I call. "Did you fly into a cloud?"
"Yes!" she cries. "Help me!"
I speed down, and go underneath the cloud her voice is coming from.
"Stop flapping!"
"What? Bu-bu-bu-but then I'll fall! And die! Like Wesley!"
I roll my eyes. Why is my daughter such a wimp. "Just stop flapping, and it'll all be okay!"
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-okay!"
The flapping noise stops, and I hear a scream come from the cloud. Phoebe drops like a rock, into my arms.
She shivers. "I want to ride with Aunt Ella and Buzz now."
I grin. "'Kay."
I pluck the walkie-talkie from my pocket. "Ella? Tell Buzz to land here. Phoebe's riding with you guys."
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