Quick Author's Note! Thank you, my followers for being patient with me and my slow time writing the next chapter. I wonder if I would have more followers if I had not waited five days to post those three chapters or had just updates as I finished each chapter...Anyway, back to the matter at hand...

I will now go ahead with the next segment since Max has now rejoined the X-Men...or has she? Sorry for the cliff hanger last time by the way! :)

FAST Disclaimer: (takes a deep breath)I don't own the x-men, maximum ride ideas/objects/persons/powers or anything else you recognize from either series! (takes a deep breath of air from exhaustion) NOW READ!

\FLASHBACK\

"I recognized a few of the teenagers from Virginia and there was one guy with a pair of ruby-red shades in particular. He seemed to recognize me too and did something that I saw often. His mouth opened and closed at random intervals like he saw something everyone else didn't, pointed at me with a bent elbow and almost-yelled, "How the hell did you get away from Sinister?!"

\FLASHBACK ENDS\

I look from the teenage guy sporting the ruby glasses and see that everyone, including Logan, are carrying some sort of conversation in their mind. Probably asking themselves the same question that Spectacles just yelled at me. I look from one girl who had beautiful, red hair and gorgeous eyes standing by Spectacles to a woman with snow-white hair and deep-set eyes, also carrying a gardener's tool in her hand, to Logan, just standing there with a blank but still questionable look on his usually stoic face. I sigh and look at Spectacles and said in a calm voice, "If you wouldn't mind, I was going to tell you eventually. I guess I won't because you are staring at me like some sort of mutant or the other AND it's not polite to point at people you don't know yet."

Spectacles's eyebrows rose over his glasses along with his mouth parted in a small gasp at my outburst and quiet response. He proceeded to anger and furrowed his forehead with the ends of his eyebrows below sticking out at the edges of the glass rim. Logan started chuckling and said, "I told you she was touchy about asking her questions." The teenager looked at Logan, looked back at me and sighed replying, "Sorry. It's just that you showing up here after all this time and only Logan knowing who you are is a little... well... unsettling."

Someone comes up from behind Spectacles and replies to him, "It's alright Scott; she doesn't mean any harm to us or the others." Spectacles (Scott? Might as well named him four-eyes!) stepped aside to show a middle-aged man in a wheelchair. He had dark eyes that seemed all-knowing and he had absolutely no hair. He was wearing a plain suit and was slowing down before the stairs started. He looked at me and I had to fight the urge to look away from his deep eyes. "Isn't that right, Maxin?"

I gasp without thinking it. 'How does this guy know my name?! I never gave Logan any clue to what my name might have been besides the fake deer name at the diner!' "I didn't need Logan to tell me your name, Maxin. I can tell almost everything about you right where you are standing. I stiffen at my name again and couldn't help but suspect foul play and suspicion clouded my judgment. I suddenly shout, "How do you know all of this than?!" My eyes were starting to tear up and I knew that I had to get away...away from all of this. It just felt wrong, everything about this place, except Logan. He seemed alright because he acted the same way as before but everything else was just off somehow.

The guy in the wheelchair started to say something but I took a step back knowing he was going to try to calm me down. It also didn't help much that Logan saw me tense up and look like I was about to make a break for it. He got a concerned and scared look on his face but all I was seeing was blurry images of the group in front of me from the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. Memories and painful headaches from the School and what they might do to these guys if they tried to find out more about me and their organization.

I wasn't about to let tem get caught up in what my life has been and I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could back towards the front gates. I heard shouts from the group on the steps and the sound of someone giving pursuit, probably Logan. I wouldn't be able to outrun him on land so I had one option left: use my powers to get away and save them from my past's dark secrets.

I quickly changed directions and headed for the fountain, where I could get a leg up to the open sky. I swung my backpack off my shoulders and placed it in front of me so that I was wearing it backwards, knowing how things would turn out if I didn't do this simple action. I heard someone shout, sounding like the wheelchair man yell out, "Don't let her get up in the air, Logan!" It was too late though; I already had one leg on the fountain's edge and pushing up with it and with Logan ten feet behind me, I was too far away for him to stop me.

I leap into the air and as I look up at the sun, high in the sky, I released my powers from their prison. My shirt and jacket are torn apart as two appendages grew from my shoulder blades and proceeded to pump up and down, trying to get me into the air as soon as possible. White as snow when I was born, my wings, oh my precious, beautiful and powerful wings, were now corrupt, evil and twisted by my past. After all the experiments from Sinister and the School though, my once innocent wings were now a mixture of black and grey feathers on the inside and most of my feathers were now colored with sick shades of green, blue and red along the edges, where they just grew in a few weeks ago.

I heard my audience below gasp and yelp in fear and disbelief as I rose from the ground. I look back and saw that most of the kids were just staring at me (probably my wings more than me) hovering there while the adults had looks of horror and...pain(?!) etched on their faces. I give each of them a solemn look before turning my attention to Logan,standing there, breathing hard from the short run, with only one look on his face. I felt my heart drop at the sight of his sad face, pleading me to come back to him and let me be helped by everyone. I slowly shook my head and turned to fly into the sky but he yelled out, "YOU THINK YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO SUFFERED, KID?!" I paused at the thought of leaving him again but knew I had to follow through with my plan before if I wanted to keep them safe.

He yelled at me again, "We know about the agreement you had with Sinister and what he did to you. Why did you let him do that to you?" My heart and stomach dropped out of my body and I faltered in keeping my wings beating for a second before re-commanding them to keep going. 'He knew everything?! How!? Is that wheelchair guy a spy for Sinister? Did he tell Logan everything?! Or did Saber Tooth tell him and he came for a visit? I'm so confused!' I heard Logan say something that almost made me faint, "Do you honestly believe that we wouldn't look up who you were after you risked your life to save me? After two full days spent traveling here?" I almost fainted there and then; they researched me already?! That meant that they know about my powers already, they knew about the School. But then...that also means... that they know that I was originally... "Everyone else and I know that you were an experiment for them, Maxin."

My bottom lip started trembling and my eyes watered up at the thought of them knowing about everything that happened to me in that hell hole. I couldn't believe it; that is what made me so angry and yet happy about it. He knew about me and my past and still tried to comfort me even though I was merely an experiment for a bunch of crazed, fucked up and manipulative scientists. All of the group was staring at my backside and I felt their feelings of pain, sadness and pity directed at me and begging me to come with them. I quickly blinked away all of my tears and thought for a moment.

If I ran away now and never came back, I would never see Logan again and I realized that I just could not do that. I felt like my heart would stop beating if I left him now;if I left I wouldnt' make three days before killing myself to forget about him and his dark blue-black eyes. Oh! Those eyes; I would never forget the day I first saw them in New York with him half-conscious from the fight and beer on his breath. I didn't know what I was experiencing from all these feelings but I knew one thing clearly from all the turmoil inside of me: I would either leave here and die soon or stay here with Logan and risk his life.

I slowly started slowing down my wing's tempo with my decision; I set down gently on the ground in front of Logan, facing away from the group gathering behind him after seeing that I was going to stay. My tears spilt over and I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. I keep my head bent over so that he wouldn't have to see my tear-stained face but Logan just took a crooked finger, put it under my chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. I looked into those eyes that I could never forget in all the days I spent at Sinister's castle and all the times I felt like killing Sinister, myself or someone else I always heard Logan's voice and I was always calmed by it. The only reason I got through all the sick and twisted scientist's tests were my memories of Logan and the two days we spent together on the road.

I missed him so much that I ached every night and day I was in that castle of the night. I gaze into his eyes and bury my head into his hard and strong chest, where I proceeded to cry my heart and soul to him and in front everyone else surrounding us. I stood there, with his arms wrapped around me, his head resting on top of my head, and his warm breath on the back of my head and neck comforting me through my sobs of grief and sadness. Everyone else around us encircle the two of us in a group hug sort of, with my wings wrapped around most of my body and part of Logan's.

We parted from each other and, as I wiped my tears away, I pulled my wings back into my shoulder and backside, where they would remain hidden until I wanted to use them again. I looked around at the smiling and talking group as I let myself be led to the front doors again with one of Logan's arms holding my shoulder opposite of him. I remained quiet for a moment and then told the man in the wheelchair, "I'm sorry for bursting out like that. It's just that...well..." He responded, "I understand. I shouldn't have been so up front about your past and knowing everything. I hope you don't take too much offense against me using my powers to get you to understand what we already knew. That was not my intention at all." I raised an eyebrow at this and cautiously asked, "So you're not a spy for them?"

The group laughed at his and the guy in shades said, "If he was a spy, we would all be as scared and frantic as you, kid." I glared at him at this and informed him I was eighteen and not a 'kid'. He seemed in shock for a moment before getting a questionable look on his face and asked, "Then why are you so small and puny?" I felt a vein burst on my forehead and replied, almost yelling, at him, "It's not my fault I didn't get a lot of milk when I was younger! And quit calling me little, Spectacles!" Everyone laughed at my outburst, including Logan, and then man in the chair told me his name. "Well, Maxin, I think you will fit right in here. By the way, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is my school for mutants." I gasped at the thought of a school for mutants but quickly regained my calm look as he finished his comment. "I welcome you to my sanctuary of sorts and I was hoping you would answer a question that I have..."

I nodded for him to continue; that is when everything changed. "Would you care to join our group? To become an X-Men?" My mouth dropped and I looked around at everyone, seeing that they had all agreed that they would love for me to join, even Logan had a big grin on his face. I could think of only one anser to say with all of their approval and gestures to give my answer then and there.

"Yes, I would like to become an X-Men."

Yes, I know not much action here but I had to get some emotional stuff off my chest and this seemed like a good spot to let off some of that emotional turmoil Maxin and I are experiencing at the same time.

Maxin: What are you talking about?! You just have me looking like a total sissy in this chapter! What the fudge is wrong with you?! I need action! I need adventure! I don't need some short-lived mushy, love story between me and the toughest and coolest guy in this story!

A/N: So, you don't think that he's hot, handsome, an awesome fighter, has cool mutant powers and most likely an unbelievable lover?

Maxin: ... *blushes, turning crimson, and looks everywhere but at Logan in the corner, playing Go Fish with other characters*...ummmm...

NO COMMENT AT THIS TIME! GO AWAY! IM CHANGING INTO MY NEW OUTFIT FOR HOTTY, I MEAN, LOGAN!

A/N: You are hopeless when it comes to love, Maxin.

Maxin: You are exactly the same way, Oh-Great-And-Powerful-Writer! You don't even have a guy to drool over. Unless its THAT guy...

*smirks and grins with mischief and trouble as she starts to walk into the writer's room*

A/N: WHAT THE FUDGE DID YOU JUST SAY?! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE...!

SORRY. THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN INTERRUPTED BY ONGOING AND SPONTANEOUS FIGHTS IN THE WRITER'S ROOM. PLEASE TRY CONTACTING MAXIN AGAIN WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER IS POSTED. ALSO, PLEASE REVIEW FOR EACH CHAPTER THAT YOU READ SO THE WRITER WILL KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT HER STORIES. THANK YOU AND HAVE A WONDERFUL AND SAFE DAY!