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Max's POV:

"Max! MAX!"

I could hear an urgent whisper at the edge of my dreams but I push it away, not wanting to wake up. Go away, I thought, trying to lose myself once again in my fantasy world.

"MAXIMUM!"

Not a whisper this time. And accompanied by the shaking of my shoulder. I close my eyes harder and adamantly ignore the voice. Who dares wake me up from my beauty sleep, anyway? I shift around and refuse to wake up, trying to go back to my dream.

But to no avail. The voice (not The Voice, just a voice) had succeeded in waking me up. I crack one eye open slowly, ready to strangle whoever I first saw. I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but I definitely didn't think that Nudge would be peering over me, her hair fluffed ridiculously from sleep and her face far too bright for the ungodly hours of the morning. I decide not to kill her.

"What, Nudge?" I croak.

"Finally! Gosh, you take like, forever to get up," Nudge babbles. "Yeah, so-"

I cut her off. I was not a morning person by any means, and had no patience to listen to her ramblings. "What time is it?"

Nudge's face splits into a look of annoyance at being interrupted. "It's like, two or something, I don't know."

"Two in the morning?" I ask her incredulously, noting how dark the world was behind the hotel curtains.

"Well, yes! But would you just shut up for two seconds? There's something I need to tell you!" Nudge yells. I stare at her, openmouthed. Did she, Nudge, just tell me to shut up? Not only is that highly hypocritical, it's flat out rude. She was, after all, the one waking me up at the odd hour in the morning. It was still night, according to my body. Sleepy time, and all.

Nudge seems to realize her mistake instantly. "I'm sorry," she says, more softly this time. "But I really do need you to listen. You know what I told you this afternoon? I think I'm right."

"What is it, Nudge?" I ask, trying to keep my patience with her. It wasn't her fault that I was such a slow riser, but she should have known better than too-

"I believe!" Nudge shouts quickly, interrupting whatever thought had been about to form.

I open and close my mouth several times, meaning to say something but having no idea what. I know I look absurd but there were more important matters at hand.

"Say what, sweetie?" I ask, my voice dangerously low.

"I believe!" Nudge repeats, her face grinning. She lifts her shirt up to show me her wings, which I've seen since the first time I met her but not very closely. They're tawny and dark and beautiful, smaller than mine or Fang's by several feet.

I look at her face, still not letting myself believe her. When our eyes meet, she nods, then I do, and we both burst out into high pitched girly screams.

They're easier than words, anyhow.

I hug her tight, squeezing her and bombarding her with questions.

"How? What made you change your mind?"

"I think it was a combination of fighting and hanging out with Iggy," she explains.

A thought crosses my mind, immediately setting me on the wary side. "You guys didn't...?" I break off, hoping she'll get my drift.

"Ew!" Nudge blurts. "No, of course not. Iggy's like-"

The door opens, cutting Nudge off midsentence. A blurry-eyed Fang and Iggy stumble into our room, flicking the light switch on. I close my eyes to avoid being blinded by the light. A moment later, I open them again, and notice that Fang and Iggy are looking around frantically, wondering what made us scream. Well, in Iggy's case, listening for something. Fang's eyes meet mine and I shake my head.

"Nothing," I emphasize, mainly for Iggy's benefit. "Nothing happened."

"Whew," Iggy sighs, plopping on to the bed with uncanny accuracy. "We freaked when we heard you scream. I mean, the great Maximum Ride, screaming?"

I roll my eyes at his feeble attempt at sarcasm. Then I smile, remembering once again. "There was kind of an occasion for screaming, Ig."

"You're pregnant?" Iggy asks excitedly. I resist the urge to slap him on the head.

"No, dummy. Here, I'll let Nudge tell you."

Nudge lifts up her shirt and proudly shows the boys her wings. They both stare at us, not understanding. A few minutes later, Fang speaks up for the first time. "Um, Nudge, why exactly are you flashing us?"

Nudge and Iggy speak at the same time. "I have a bra on, dummy. It's the same as having a swimsuit."

"She is?" I detect the smallest hint of eagerness in Iggy's voice and slap him for real this time. "Ow! What was that for?" He asks.

"For being a pervert." I say snidely, and then face Fang again. "Think, Fang," I order.

He continues to look at me expressionless, until a light bulb literally goes off on top of his head.

"Oh!" He exclaims. "Really, Nudge? Good for you!"

Nudge beams, nodding enthusiastically.

"Wait, Nudge is pregnant?" Iggy questions. "Congratulations!"

Nudge slaps him on the opposite cheek. "You're not normally this dumb, are you? Or have I just been missing something?"

"It's a combination of waking up in the middle of night and not eating breakfast," Iggy groans.

"Shut up, Iggy." Fang looks at Nudge. "Do you remember, or just believe?"

Nudge crinkles her nose. "I remember...sort of. I mean, when I first saw my wings, a ton of memories flashed into my head, but there are still a lot of blank spots. I think all of my memories will just come back with time."

"Why didn't that happen with me," I wonder.

"What did happen with you?" Nudge asks, facing me.

"I only got a few memories, and only of me and Fang. Not anything else. Fang and Iggy filled me in on most of the important stuff, but I don't actually remember any of it."

"So you still remember your fake life?" Iggy chimes in, saying something relevant for the first time.

"Yeah. That's what feels real, still, I just know better."

"Weird!" Nudge exclaims. "For me, everything before the age of... I don't know, 12? Anyway, everything before that is almost completely faded, and replaced with old memories. Real memories. Everything after feels real, but it probably is real, right?"

"Yeah," Fang answers. "That's around when we got separated, from what I've understood."

I shrug. "I don't remember any of it."

"Maybe you were put on higher meds to make you forget?" Nudge suggests. I shrug again. It's definitely plausible, but so is pretty much everything else. There's nothing I wouldn't put past these white coats.

Fang continues to stare at me like he's trying to figure me out, but I shake it off, trying to not let it bother me.

"What time is it?" Iggy asks.

"Uh," I look at the clock, "2:27."

"Bedtime," Iggy announces. "Sayonara, everyone."

He saunters out and stumbles back into the boys' room. I hear a muffled thump, then an audible curse and the rustling of sheets that can only mean that he's found the bed.

Fang leaves a few seconds after, flipping the lights off and shutting the door gently behind him. Nudge jumps off of my bed and climbs into hers.

"Goodnight, Max." She mumbles. Just minutes later, I hear her breathing even out to the tempo that means she's asleep.

But I'm too excited to sleep. Nudge believes! In a way, we have to thank those Flyboys and whoever sent them after us, because they're the reason Nudge finally came around. With Nudge done, four of us are reunited, and back to normal. We just have two more to go. Gazzy and Angel, if you're out there, I'm coming for you.

Soon.

I promise.

A/N- EEEEEEEEEEE!

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