A/N thank you for my loverly reviewers, and cause she don't have fanfiction (blasphemy!) I'm gonna give a shout out to my lovely Bessie. You know who you are! Yep you! I love you, darlin'! Air hugs and kisses! Mwah! See you at your sis's birthday! Say hi to Smokey! Aaaaaanyway, I got writer's block, so sorry for the late update! But the epiphany came in the music shop, and I practically ran out yelling "yes! The creative juices! The removed the blockage in pipeline three!" y'know, cause I'm that normal. I actually bought a badge that said I'm not normal on it. And a bowtie. And a Stetson. But that's a different, Dr. who related story. Also I heard a song and thought it fit PERFECTLY!

Disclaimer: I can't be bothered, so I'll get Wullie the Scotsman to do it for me. Ah dinnae ain th' maximum ride series. Jimmy Patterson diz. Tada.

Iggy POV

Next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. I like bacon. Bacon's good. I jumped up, dragging on m on jeans, a t-shirt and a windbreaker. I slipped through the door, careful not to wake Gazzy and Dylan. I padded downstairs and stepped into the kitchen and walked in a trance towards the stove. Dr M must be cooking it, I thought.

"Hey, Ig!" called Edie happily.

"Edie? Why are you cooking bacon?" I asked, confused. She was on valium last night! She should still be asleep!

"Bacon's good. It tastes like heaven." She replied instantaneously.

"No, why aren't you asleep? You should be resting!" I strode forward, grabbed her arm and started tugging her towards the door.

"I'm fine!" she replied stubbornly. She wobbled slightly.

"No you're not! Come on, you're going back to bed! Don't make me carry you upstairs! I will!"

"High blood sugar. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute" she started to drag herself back towards the stove, and turned it off. She wobbled again, and I narrowed my eyes.

"You're lying. You had a skittles eating contest with me yesterday. Not so much as a high blood sugar tremor! Come on, back upstairs." I said firmly, pulling her to the door.

"No, I'm fine!" she protested, digging her heels in. I sighed, throwing my hands up, and ran up the stairs. I hammered on Dr M's door.

"Dr M! Edie's in the kitchen and she won't go back to bed! Dr M!" I yelled, panicking.

"Calm down, Iggy. It'll be fine." Dr M came through the door, and walked calmly downstairs.

"Right, Edie, come back to bed. You'll tire yourself out, and all my work will be for nothing." Dr M's doctor voice was really good. Edie obviously didn't think so.

"No!" she started to run off, but I looped my arm round her waist. I gave Dr M a questioning look. Well, I turned my face to her and tried to look puzzled.

"Carry her upstairs. It's the only way." Dr M sounded tired. I picked Edie up, bridal style, and began to walk upstairs. I tuned out her protests, and kicked her door open.

"Arrrgh! Where are the erasers? Oh, it's you, Iggy. What's up with Edie? Is she still high off valium?" Nudge said in one breath. Edie giggled and squirmed. I put her on her bed.

"Just make sure she doesn't leave" I sighed to nudge, and walked out the room. Or, tried to walk out the room.

"IGGEEEEEEEE!" squealed Edie "please stay! Till I fall asleep?" I gave a long suffering sigh, but grinned and sat on the stairs that went up to her bed.

"Right, I'm not staying for this love fest. I smell bacon" I glared at Nudge and she ran downstairs, giggling. I turned to Edie and gave her a warm smile. I tried to lean on the bed, but felt myself leaning on something lumpy. I pulled it from under my elbow. It was a stuffed rabbit.

"I never had a stuffed animal" I said thoughtfully.

"Really?" Edie asked "awww. Here, you can have Edward" she chucked a small stuffed lamb at my head. It was really soft. I raised an eyebrow.

"You name your stuffed animals?" I said, with a laugh in my voice.

"Shuddup!" she cried, and then sniffed. "While you were off living with the flock, I was here on my own. It got a little lonely." I felt immediately bad, but then I grinned.

"You know, you're strangely lucid for a person on valium." I joked. She hit me on the arm.

"What can I say? I'm silver-tongued." I laughed.

"Can I borrow your iPod?" she would probably be out for hours. I needed something to do.

"Yeah, sure." I had a feeling she was trying to wave her hand vaguely, but ended up hitting me in the face by accident. "Oops" her voice was getting fainter. A few minutes later her breathing deepened and she fell asleep. I walked back downstairs. The rest of the flock were sitting down eating the bacon Edie had cooked earlier. I snatched a handful and walked outside to eat it. I got outside, and felt the turf squelch under my feet. Eugh, it had been raining. I held a hand out, palm up. Correction- it was still raining.

I walked back indoors and flopped down onto the sofa instead with a muffled "oomph" after stuffing all the bacon into my mouth at once, I groped in my pocket (A/N minds, gutter, out!) and dragged out Edie's iPod. It was a bright, sunny yellow. I smiled, typical. After thumbing randomly around the iPod menu's I ended up with it on shuffle. It came straight on to a weird song played on a flute. Thick as a brick, I think it was called. I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle, swaying notes of the next song fade in. I smiled slightly, and prepared for a few hours peace. Not quiet, never quiet, but peace.

No such luck, it turns out. I'd fallen asleep, and was woken by Gazzy bounding into the room.

"Iggyyyyyyy, Edie's up and max want's a flock meeting!" I sighed loudly and dragged myself into the kitchen, then sunk into a wooden chair. Edie sat on the table next to me, humming softly. Go figure. Max came in and cleared her throat. Uh oh, throat clearing. Big stuff was about to go down.

"We're going to school!" whaaaaa? I stumbled over my own jumbled thoughts, trying to form a coherent one.

"Cool. My one, right?" asked Edie nonchalantly. Betcha didn't know I knew what that meant.

"Uh, yeah. I've found some leads on itex. Thought we could stay and check 'em out. People would get suspicious if we didn't go." Everyone replied with okay, or something along those lines. I trooped upstairs, but at the landing, Edie grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. I sat on nudges camp bed awkwardly.

"Why am I here?" I asked, trying not to be rude.

"I was bored." she replied. Useful… I got up and walked around, skimming my hands over surfaces. They alighted on a guitar.

"You play? Would you teach me?" I asked. We were gonna be here a while.

"Mmmhh. You seem more like a bass person." She muttered almost to herself, then grabbed my hand again, and pulled me out of the room. Again. She led me downstairs. Then downstairs again.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Basement" was all she said. I walked round the edge of the room, finding at least thirty instruments under my hands

"You play all these?" I asked disbelievingly. She pressed a bass into my hands, and spent the next half hour teaching me a little riff on it. She finally exclaimed that I'd got it, the jumped up. She told me to play the riff over and over. I started playing. On the second time round, carefully picked out guitar noted joined with my bass. Once we'd got it perfect, she taught me the words. After twenty minutes of painstaking repetition and a comment of "you actually sing quite well" we began to sing. I smiled at the song. It was perfect for us.

(A/N Iggy bold, Edie italics, both bold italics)

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you've only been waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to seek, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, fly, blackbird, fly, fly, into the light of the dark black night!

Blackbird fly, fly, blackbird fly, fly, into the light of the dark black night!

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.