So sorry I haven't updated in what seems like forever! I've been so caught up in school and dance and the play and my social life (whatever's left of it) that I've had no time to write. Sigh, no excuses, I know. To the story! XD

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Iggy POV

I landed in a clearing I saw from the sky when I went flying with Nudge yesterday. Nudge perched on the soft grass a couple yards behind me. My back was turned to her, but I could still hear her. It's weird; I thought that if I ever got my sight back, my senses wouldn't be as sharp anymore, but I had my sight back and I could hear and feel and everything the same as I could before. Instead of wondering about it, I just let it go because in order to find out the answer I would probably have to go to a doctor or scientist to see what's up. What do you think the chances of me doing that are? If you guessed more than 1% then you should shut down your computer or cell phone or whatever your reading this from, get to the nearest bookstore, and reread the last five tales of our fabulous lives.

"What's up, Ig?" Nudge asked, sensing something was wrong like she always did.

With my back still to her, I said, "I gotta tell ya something, Nudge. I don't know if you figured it out already or not, but either way I gotta tell you. I've already built up to saying it."

I turned to her, and motioned to sit down. She complied, looking at me questionably, and I sat down in front of her, crossing my legs comfortably. "What's on your mind? Well, I know there's probably a lot on your mind, 'cause you just got your sight back and everything. Is it really pressuring or traumatizing? I imagined it would be totally amazing! But that's just me. And you seem kinda… I don't know, down? It seems like something's troubling you. You know you can always talk to me about anything. Or if it's, like, a 'guy' thing you could talk to Fang. He's not much of a wordy person, I know, but he's a really great listener! Or if you'd be more comfortable talking to someone your age in general you know Max is always glad to help, or at least I think so. She always talks to me when-"

I put my hand up to stop her. "That's actually what I need to talk to you about: Max. I feel like right now you're the only one in the flock who I can tell my feelings to. I… trust you the most."

Nudge portrayed an "aw" face and put her hands to her chest, shaping them like a heart. I think I just made her day.

I looked down for a moment to collect my emotions and figure out what I was going to say next. What was I going to say next? Just blurt out "I'm in love with Max and I need you to help me get rid of Fang"?

Actually… that sounds like a pretty good plan.

"I'm in love with Max and I need you to help me get ride of Fang," I said looking her straight in the eye, snarling his name. Wow, that came out a lot better than it did in my head.

Nudge blinked, her face portraying no identifiable emotions (she must've picked that up from Fang). "Oh… my god…" I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid of what her face might show, and pressed my mouth into a hard line, waiting for her reaction.

"WHY DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT THIS BEFORE? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON? SINCE YOU GOT YOUR SIGHT BACK? OH MY GOD, IGGY THAT'S SO ROMANTIC! BUT SO SO SOOOOO PROBLEMATIC BECAUSE WHAT ABOUT FANG? WE CAN'T JUST SIMPLY GET RID OF HIM, HE'S PART OF THE FLOCK! OH, BUT YOU'RE PART OF THE FLOCK TOO! DAMMIT! OH MY GOD IGGY YOU'RE IN LOVE!"

I waited a couple seconds, then let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. "You done?" I asked, wondering if there was still a little extra stimulation in her.

She sighed, physically calming herself down. Ahh, the hormones of a bird kid. If the whitecoats knew about all the crap we go through as growing teenagers, they would have a field day. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Nudge, I just don't know what to do. I can't hold this inside of me anymore. I need to do something!"

"Have you talked to Angel lately?" I knew she would ask that. It would be the most obvious move, because Angel can read minds and snoop and all that.

"No, I can't. Something weird is going on with her, I can sense it. The way she looks at me lately, I don't know if she looked at me like that before, but it's like she doesn't know who I am. It feels like she's looking at me as if I were a stranger, you know?"

Nudge nodded, a slightly confused look on her face, then she shook her head and said, "No."

I sighed through my teeth in aggravation and brushed my hand through my floppy hair. "Just… I can't go to Angel. It's not that great an option right now. And I can't go to Max, duh, and I obviously can't go to Fang. The Gasman I think is mad at me. That leaves you. You're the only one in the flock I can talk to about this. I need someone on my side, someone to back me up. Please, Nudge? I don't know what else to do." I attempted to use her secret weapon against her: bambi eyes. I felt really stupid doing I though, so I just settled for the desperate-pleading-look, which now that I think about it is relatively near to the same thing.

Nudge looked almost pained, like she couldn't choose. she moaned and said, "Uhhhhhnnnngnnnnhfffnfnhgknfj fine! I'll help you! But don't ever said I wasn't begged into this."

On the fly back to the house, I swear I heard her mutter something about getting herself involved in family feuds. I kind of agreed with her, but I was already way deep in there, and there was no getting out.

The flock was in for some serious drama.