Disclaimer: I'm not even going to say it. You know what? Fine. I'll say it. MR currently belongs to JP, not me. But if all goes well, that shall change soon… Mwah hah hah hah!!!

We went outside through the back door, and I stood and looked at the stars for a second. Then I looked at Fang and we both took off together, running hard through the clearing our house was situated in, opening our wings and pumping them.

Five minutes later, we were high off the ground, and flying silently near each other.

After a minute, I said "So what are we going to do, do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how are we going to do this?"

"We'll think of something. What do you want it to be like? I know you used to have fantasies about your wedding when you were little. Do you still want it like that?"

I was a little shocked. Not only had Fang just said that, I didn't know he knew about my dream weddings I used to make up as a little kid. That was when I still thought I might get married someday. I lost that vision when Jeb 'died'. But, seeing as I was engaged, I supposed I hadn't entirely lost my faith.

"How did you know about that?" I said very intelligently. Note extreme use of sarcasm.

"Our rooms were right next to each other, remember?"

And the walls were paper thin.

"Yeah."

"Yeah to the first question or the second one?"

"Both, I guess."

I'm not going to tell you how I used to imagine getting married, because I want to describe my actual one. Although, back then, the groom had been faceless, kind of a shadow of a man. Unlike now, obviously. Back to the point, I want it to surprise you. Of course, you're probably still shocked to death about the fact that I, Maximum Ride, used to think about my ideal wedding.

But, hey, a girl can dream, okay?

We were quiet. That works with us. I mean, we don't need to be talking all the time to feel comfortable together. Which is really pretty cool.

Suddenly, a horrible pain exploded behind my eyes and I nearly passed out.

"I'm going to kill you, Jeb." I thought furiously.

"You're going to thank me for this, Maximum. Just wait."

The pain exploded again, and my wings folded as the Voice (otherwise know as Jeb, the Devil Incarnate, or my father, joy of joys) knocked me out. It felt like something heavy was swung into my head and I fell into swirling blackness.

"Max, these are some of the things that will happen. Come to your own conclusion."

I was whirled around, spinning and blurring colors flashed before me, and my stupid hair kept getting in my eyes, then when it felt like I was going to be there forever, I was dropped down like the earth was slipping out from under me, like I was falling a million miles.

When my surroundings stopped spinning, I realized I was at our house. Or rather near our house. I looked to my left and saw Fang standing there.

"What happened?" I asked him. He was looking in my direction, but he seemed to be looking…through me almost. He didn't answer.

"Fang?" I waved a hand in front of his face. He didn't blink, didn't even seem to realize I was there. What was wrong with him? I tried to grab his shoulder. My hand went right through him. I yelped. Okay, what was wrong with me? I guess all I could do was observe, since I obviously couldn't touch anyone or anything, and they apparently couldn't see or hear me.

I turned to see what he was looking so intently at, and almost fell over.

It was…me. Only not me, exactly. My hair was shorter, and I was older. I…she looked worried about something.

"What to you think Nudge and Jink are doing?" I jumped. The other Max had said this.

My… her voice was kind of thin and… smoky almost, like she wasn't really there. Who the heck was Jink?

"They're fine, don't worry, Max." This was a sad shadow of Fang's voice.

"But I do worry, Fang. You know Nudge isn't the best with that kind of stuff."

I looked back to Fang. He didn't say anything, just kind of smiled at the other me.

Yikes. This was too creepy for me.

We – they kissed, and walked towards the house. I followed involuntarily, like I was attached to them by an invisible rope.

The back door opened.

Nudge came out of it, her hair disheveled and one of her eyes twitching a bit. She had a baby on her hip. That better not be hers, was all I could think.

"Max! Fang! Thank God you guys are here, it's almost two AM! What were you doing? Never mind, don't answer that. Look, take your kid!"

I started at that. Our kid? At least it didn't belong to Nudge…

"She's been screaming and screaming and I think she wants you, Max, and she won't shut up!"

The other me looked at Fang. He looked back at her.

"What?" Nudge was evidently distressed about something.

"Well, it's just you're one to talk about not shutting up." Said the other me.

Nudge looked really irritated.

"Kidding! Kidding," Said the other Max. She walked up to Nudge. "Thanks," she said, gently taking the baby, who's name apparently was Jink. She held up the baby and kissed it, and Fang came and slipped his arm around the other me.

Everything began fading away…

I fell again, though this time it was, thank God, minus the spinning.

I was in our house, in the kitchen. The other Max was sitting at the table with a knife, a cutting board and a pile of potatoes. I know, I know, Max? With soon-to-be non-edible food? I can peel potatoes, okay, just not cook them.

Also, one other thing about this Max, was she was…round. Like, pregnant round. Which explained why she was sitting down and peeling potatoes. Dang, we were gonna be busy in the future, apparently.

"Max!"

"What?" I called back automatically, at the same time as; you guessed it, the other me.

"Come here, will you?"

"Yeah," Not Me said.

She walked quickly down the hallway, up the stairs and into a room. I don't know how she did it with that extra weight on her. Oh, wait. It was me I was talking about here. I can do anything, remember?

The other me went into a room where Angel was sitting with the little baby named Jink. And another baby in the crib. Okay, I revise my statement.

Ahem:

Dang, we were gonna be very busy in the future, apparently.

"Max, she wants to know how babies are made." Said Angel. I turned bright red.

"What did you tell her?" Max asked.

"I told her Auntie Angel wasn't the right one to tell her that. Good luck." Angel scooted out of there, fast, trying not to giggle. The look on the other me's face was hysterical, so I didn't really blame her. I just blamed her for leaving, that was all.

"Um…well… honey, -" Began the other me.

Everything was blurring, the other me's voice faded and I fell again.

This time, when I opened my eyes, I was looking into two slightly anxious black ones. Meaning he was extremely worried.

"Can you see me?" I asked, which was stupid, since he was holding me.

"Yeah. Max, what happened?"

I was so glad that he could see me, hear me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my face in his shoulder. This time, I didn't go right through him.

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I won't be able to get on for a while, probably until Saturday, so this'll have to tide you over. I made it extra confusing for you, so you'll keep thinking about it. I promise, I'll explain as much as I can fit into the next chapter, okay?

Anyway, what did you think? I got some good ideas from all of you lovely reviewers for my next couple of chapters. ; ) Thanks, you guys! Keep em comin!

-Insane Winged Girl