To those of you who caught the several errors I've been making and hope you wouldn't notice: Max's last name should be Walker, not Batchelder or Ride. Sorry about that! I guess that's why I should reread before I post, haha. Anyway, please let me know if you find any other mistakes, and I'll do my best to clear that up for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.

Max's POV:

"Who warned you against me? You have dreams too? Do you know about wings?" I ask in a rush, thoroughly confused.

Nudge stares at me like I have caterpillars crawling around on my head. "I mean, not you personally." She opens her mouth as if to keep talking, but abruptly closes it and resumes staring.

I feel like banging my head against a wall. Iggy and Fang had told me that Nudge was a motor mouth, and never shut up, but right when I needed her to talk, she refused to elaborate. It takes me a few seconds to form the right question.

"Tiffany, can you tell me what exactly you were warned against, who warned you, and what your dreams are like?"

"No!" She exclaims, shaking her head rapidly. "No, that's exactly what they told me not to tell you!"

"Who, Tiffany?" I coax. "Who told you?"

The girl continues to back away from me, but doesn't ever leave or call for help, luckily. "I can't tell you." She whispers.

"Nudge." I snap, done with the nice, polite, inspector act. "Just freaking tell me already. Cut the crap, and give me a clue, so I can help you."

Nudge's mouth literally drops open. She stares at me for several seconds, wide eyed, before speaking again. When she does, it's as if she heard nothing but the first word I uttered. "Nudge," she murmurs. "I'm only called Nudge in my dreams. Who are you?"

"Can't answer yours if you don't answer mine." I say, exhaling and trying not to lose my patience.

"Not here," Nudge warns, shaking her head once more. "Meet me after school?"

I study her for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah, okay. I'll pick you up and we can get a cup of coffee."

"Deal." Nudge proclaims, and then we shake on it. Just to make it that much more official.

I stand outside the school, wishing for the hundredth time that I had a car. Fang had offered to steal me one, but I refused. He hadn't insisted, but he wasn't the one standing in the sweltering heat outside a fashion school. What feels like hours but is probably about ten minutes later, kids start to daintily exit the school. I roll my eyes at their impractical dresses and heels, glad I had changed back into shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey," Nudge greets me cautiously. I'm glad to see her wearing flats, not boots or heels, because we're walking to the café a few blocks away.

"Hey yourself." I say, leading the way. She follows me nervously.

"So," she begins, breaking the silence, "where are we going? Why are we walking? It is SO HOT outside."

"That café a few blocks away, and we're walking because I don't have a car, and yes, it's far too hot for the season." I reply.

She nods, accepting it, but brings another topic up almost instantly. "I must be crazy. I'm following a random girl who isn't even an inspector down to an unnamed coffee place without having told anybody where I'm going. And I don't even have like, pepper spray or something."

I roll my eyes at her dramatic-ness. "Chill out. We're just going to go meet up with Fang and Iggy, since they're probably better at explaining everything than me."

"Fang, and Iggy? They're real too? She questions. I nod. She continues, "So you're Max, then….are the other parts of my dream true, too?"

"If you're talking about wings and being able to fly and the other two kids, Angel and Gazzy, then yes, they are real." Who says I'm not good at explaining? I had told Fang I could handle it, but he insisted we meet up with them because I'm, and I quote, too blunt. As if.

"No freaking way!" Nudge breathes. "I would know if I had wings. And you don't have them either." She inspects my back like they might have popped up since the last time she looked at me.

"You can't see them until you believe, apparently." I say. "The same thing happened to me a few weeks ago. Fang shows up in my life, tells me I have wings, kisses me to prove that he's not imaginary, and POOF! I have wings." I shake my head. "It's all so ridiculous."

"You kissed?" Nudge squeals. "ZOMG, are you two together? You weren't together in my dreams!"

I frown. "Is that all you got out of my explanation? And no, we're not together. I'm not sure what we are."

"Talk to him! The most important aspect of every relationship is communication." She advises.

"Yeah, okay, my relationship with Fang is not the point here. The point is, your dreams are true, and you're a walking talking flying bird mutant."

Nudge shrugs. "Okay."

"Awesome. Do you see my wings now?" I lift my shirt up slightly while trying not to flash everyone in the vicinity.

She shakes her head no. "I don't think it's that simple."

I rub my temples as we round the final corner to Java Cup. "I know. I just wish it was."

"Euuugh." I groan, after three hours with Nudge puts us no where closer to making her believe. "Fang, how did you put up with me for weeks? That too, just sitting around and waiting and going to class? I'm about to die of frustration!" I slam my head against the table for emphasis, which only spills my latte.

Fang looks at me with his lips quirked, a trace of amusement in his eyes. "I wasn't just sitting around waiting, exactly."

I blush, understanding what he means while Iggy looks around in confusion. "I missed something." He declares.

"S'okay." I say, just as Fang brushes it aside. "Not important."

Nudge looks between Fang and I like we're a tennis match. "I might not actually remember you too, but you're like an old married couple."

Fang simply remains unresponsive while I groan obnoxiously again. "Enough. About. My. Love Life!"

"Okay, okay!" Nudge replies. "So I'm Nudge, the flying bird kid, and I have wings. And you have wings too." She repeats for the twentieth time, convinced that it will convince her brain to remember.

"This isn't going to work." I tell Fang. "The only reason I trusted you was because…you know." I blush and he smirks, following the same old pattern. "But Nudge doesn't have that."

"No," Fang says slowly. "We have to give her time. She just found out today. You took a whole week to decide I wasn't a psychopath."

I nod, accepting his words even though I don't like them. "Yeah, okay." I say tiredly.

"Nudge, do you want me to take you home?" Fang asks.

"Um, yes, please." She replies. "I should probably be getting back now."

"I'll take her. Can I have your credit card, Max? I'll draw some money and then call a cab." Iggy offers.

"Sure," I say, digging in my pocket for the card and handing it to him. As soon as the two of them leave, Fang's arm comes up around me and I lean against him.

Neither of us speaks for a while, but Fang eventually breaks the silence. "I know it's frustrating, but we just have to keep at it." His hand flies up to my hair and starts stroking it.

"Mm." I reply absently. I turn a few seconds later to face him. Something Nudge said had been bothering me all day.

"What are we, Fang?" I ask simply. He flashes me a rare smile.

"Whatever you want to be, Max."

"I like you." I declare, turning back once more and feeling him smile into my hair.

"Well, it's settled then." He says. "We're together."

A/N- Yesterday was the first Friday EVER that I didn't update this story. Isn't that weird? I hadn't really noticed, but I post like a robot, every Friday, without fail. Anyways, that didn't happen because I was out of town. But how about a review for writing a chapter anyways?