AN: So… fourteenth chappie.

Holla at this really nasty Oreo Granola Bar that tastes like dish detergent.

Blech.

(Takes another bite)

Yeah… ew…

Once we were back from eating, Iggy and I stretched out on the balcony, watching the night sky.

"So, why are you telling me all this stuff? Is there a certain purpose for it or something?"

Iggy shook his head,

"No. These are things you need to know, Max. Everything I'm telling you is purposeful. Nothing is wasted."

I nodded,

"Okay. So… please re-explain this all to me. Then would you mind to tell me what the heck I'm supposed to do with all this information?" I emphasized the words and Iggy smirked.

"What?" I asked, noticing his facial expression.

"Fang warned me about your temper," Iggy laughed, and then his face grew serious,

"I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this, but… Essex made a huge mistake."

"Well no shit, Iggy! Are you gonna tell me I have wings next?"

"No, not that. When they convinced themselves they didn't need you. But they do."

"Why?"

"It's Fang. He won't do anything."

"Anything? What does that mean?"

"He won't obey them. They've tortured him, talked to him, and even threatened to kill me."

"Ok?"

"He won't do anything because he thinks your dead."

"WHAT?" I practically fell out of my plastic lawn chair.

The hotel was so nice enough to add a couple for us.

Hint the sarcasm people.

"Remember when he contacted you during the plane incident? Then. After you lost contact with him and told him that you were falling. Then he lost your connection and thought you were de-"

"But he hasn't even tried to contact me!" I reasoned,

"So how would he be for sure?"

"That's the thing. He can only talk to you when you are in immediate danger."

"Oh," I could tell Iggy was making a mental note to make sure I didn't fakely commit suicide, that way I could reason this problem over with Fang.

"Haven't you told him you found me yet?"

Iggy nodded,

"Yeah. Plenty of times. I even named off a bunch of stuff about you. But he thinks I'm kidding."

"Sounds like Fang, all right," I breathed out, massaging my temples.

This was getting kinda crazy.

"But right now we shouldn't worry about that. We need to worry about the bigger picture."

"And that would be?" I sighed, not wanting anything else to rest on my poor teenage shoulders.

I had enough going on as it was.

"Essex wants you back."

And I shouldn't worry about that now should I?

"Oh, God," I groaned, leaning back on my chair as Gazzy ran onto the balcony.

"Max! Max! Look at what Nudge found!" He waved a vanilla envelope in front of my face and I took it from him.

"What is it?" I asked as I slid my fingernail underneath the sticky glue that held the flap.

"I dunno. We found it outside the hotel room when Nudge went to go get some ice."

"Make sure to lock the door back, Gaz," Iggy muttered and Gazzy nodded, rushing back in.

I slipped out the simple sheet of paper that had a clean, block-style handwriting printed all over it.

"What does it say?"

My eyes quickly scanned the beginning paragraph,

"It says that 'this fund should help you begin a life anew'."

"That it?" Iggy questioned as he filed out the money onto his lap.

"Uhh… not exactly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Iggy, there's over one hundred thousand dollars in this bag," I pulled out a tiny brown bag that had been shoved into the envelope.

"Holy. Shit."

"Yeah. And I was reading the rest of the letter and it says something pretty amazing."

"Like what?"

"Essex no longer exists."

"Wait- what?!" Iggy jumped out of his chair he was so surprised.

I had wanted to do that, but I was afraid of spilling all the money.

"Well… there goes that right out of the window, about them wanting me. They don't exist."

"But how sure are we of this person? Whoever sent us all this money? How do you know this is all true?"

Iggy always had to be logical, didn't he?

"You're right. Maybe this isn't true. But I'm wishing with all my heart that it is. And with this money we could buy an apartment or something. And we could start on that 'Saving Fang' plan."

" 'Saving Fang'? When did that plan start?" Iggy smirked as he flattened out the money in his lap.

"The minute we received the cash," I stuck my tongue out at him, then remembering he was blind I added,

"I'm sticking my tongue out at you."

Iggy simply raised his left hand up, flipping me the bird, and whispered,

"And I'm sending you the bird."

I copied his motion,

"That makes two of us!"

Iggy just laughed.

We sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of cash.

All of you all with the tons of money out there, be happy. Not a lot of people have the chance at all that fortune.

Ours is just by pure luck.

I was thinking about who had sent the letter, re-reading their name as Iggy interrupted the quiet,

"You know what I just thought of?"

"Hmm?"

"When you talked about the money, about the plan, and the future, you said 'we' and 'us'."

"Point being?" I was not getting this.

"Well, I guess I was surprised you actually wanted to include us. You are, after all, the great Maximum Ride," Iggy shrugged, quite embarrassed that he had mentioned it in the first place.

I quirked an eyebrow at the name, but chattered on,

"Couldn't dream of having you not being my brother, Igster."

"Igster?" He snorted.

"Yeah. You like it?"

"No."

"Good then. It's settled."

"And I don't have any say in this?"

"Nope."

AN: A very good chapter about showing how Max and Iggy bond.

Very brother and sister like, huh?

I wanted to bring Iggy in here a little more, since he's hardly acknowledged in any other story I've read.

But don't worry… our main focus is still on Fang!

And now we have a 'Saving Fang' plan!!!

YAY!