ASH POV

Las Vegas

"I can't believe I'm helping you do this," Ian says while he hands me a towel as I get out of the shower.

He's still not happy about me dying my hair blonde, to make me look like my mom.

"What, are you mad that you can't call me Princess Ariel anymore?" I ask, ringing out my hair.

"Oh, I may not be able to call you Princess Ariel anymore, but I can call you Cinderella now, thanks to that new blonde hair of yours," he tells me, picking me up bridal style.

I let out a small shriek. He carries me into the other room and sets me on the bed. I pull him on top of me and kiss him. After a few minutes of kissing I push him off me and stand up.

"I have to go," I tell him as I walk away.

"No," he whines, pulling off my towel.

I turn around and glare at him. He puts his lower lip out, trying to look sad, as he stares at my body.

"What are you staring at?"I ask.

"Nothing that great looking," he tells me.

"You are such an asshole!" I yell, picking up a book from the desk and throwing it at his head, before turning to walk to the closet.

He dodges and jumps off the bed. He grabs me by my waist and spins me around to face him. His mouth crashes into mine and I throw my arms around his neck.

"How long are you going to be gone?" he asks when we break apart.

"As long as it takes," I whisper into his chest.

"Are you sure that pretending to be your mom is a good idea? What if the Flock is still really mad a her and they hurt you? I don't want anything to happen to you just because you want to meet your father."

"Nothing is going to happen," I assure him.

"We've only been married a month and you're already leaving me for another man," he complains.

I roll my eyes and let go of him. Ian knows that I will never do anything like that. Not now, not ever. And of all people I could leave him for Fang, my father, isn't one of them.

After I finish getting dressed Ian and I hug and kiss, before saying goodbye. I never thought I would get married, but now that I am anything I do that hurts Ian or causes strain in our marriage feels a million times worse than when I had been shot or had been in a fight. For some reason Ian has changed me and I am no longer as tough as my mother raised me to be.

Seattle

I get there in a blink of an eye thanks to my mom's sonic flying speed. After a few minutes of searching I find the house I'm looking for. I don't even have to check the address I have written down. The house is sleek, stylish and modern, it just screams Nudge. But it's soft sandy brown color gives it a hint of Angel.

I breath in deeply, check to make sure that my wedding and engagement ring are secured on a chain around my neck and I walk up the stairs and to the front door. After another deep breath I knock on the door. A minute later the door opens and I see Nudge standing dumbfounded, unable to move.

She slams the door on my face and I hear screaming coming from inside the house. All of the sudden the door opens and Nudge is pointing and me. I jump back, startled.

"What is it now, Nudge?" A voice asks.

"M...mmmm...maaa... Max," she stutters.

The voice walks to the open door. It's Angel. I can tell by her blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Oh, Max," she gasps, and she runs and hugs me.

"I've missed you Angel," I tell her.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Angel asks, letting go and pushing me in the shoulders.

I wasn't prepared for this. So I have nothing to say. All I can do is shake my head.

"You don't want to know," I add, when I finally manage to recover.

"Just get inside," she tells me.

"This is unbelievable," I here Nudge whisper to Angel as I enter the house.

I make up a story and tell it to them. I tell them that when I left I went to look for Fang and about how that was all I had been doing for the past 20 years. But I had never found him.

"Do you know where he is?" I ask them.

"No. He left us, remember. You of all people should know what leaving and telling your family not to look for you is like," Nudge tells me bitterly.

A moment later Nudge explodes with anger.

"WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN YOU LEFT US?! DID YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD JUST SHOW UP AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE? I WAS 12 YEARS OLD MAX! YOU LEFT US! AND IT'S NOT LIKE IGGY COULD HANDLE RUNNING THE FLOCK, HE WAS BLIND! AND ANGEL! YOU WERE HER MOTHER!" She screams at me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "I never meant to hurt you."

I know that they don't understand that I'm not saying sorry that I left them, because I didn't. My mom did. I'm sorry because I brought up all of their old feelings.

Angel takes my hand and pulls me outside.

"It's okay," she tells me, as she pulls me into a hug and smooths my hair.

"When did you become so grown up?" I ask her.

In all the pictures I had seen she looked like, well, an angel. My mom always described her as sweet. But she also described her as grown up and yet very immature at times. I can tell that Angel has come a long way in the past 20 years.

"Come on, lets get you inside," she says.

Nudge apologizes when I come back inside.

"It's okay," I tell her, "I had that coming."

If I'm going to pretend that I'm my mother I have to stop being me. I can't be Ash anymore. Not right now, at least. From this moment on I am Max. Maximum Ride.

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