Hey peoples! Me again. In case you want to know, yes my name is Rachel, and yes I did live in SC. Notice the did. I wrote this before I moved to the great state of (clapclapclap) TEXAS! (that's from the three stooges in case you didn't know.) Anyhu, read and review! (lol that rhymed! heeheeheeheehee! ok enough with randomness, to the story we go!)

Disclaimer: Don't own the Flock, don't own the Voice, don't own myself- I belong to God! Don't own the bed I woke up on either- I think it's Max's.

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I sighed and flopped back down on the bed. What the heck! I reached back and felt them- wings, real wings, feathers and all.

I am in Max Ride's body. And this time it's real.

Suddenly I heard someone talking to me. I knew exactly who it was.

Hello, Rachel. Welcome.

"So you're the infamous Voice?" I whispered.

It chuckled. Infamous? I wouldn't go that far. But when Max hears from me, it usually precedes a brain attack of some sort.

"Ya know, that's really mean."

Mean? No. Mostly it's to help her save the world. But partially it's to drive her closer to Fang. She doesn't fully realize it yet, but she loves him. And he loves her. Every time she has an attack, it awakens something in him that he put to sleep a long time ago. It's all a test, all a part of the plan... and you are a part of the plan, Rachel.

"Feeling chatty, I see. And where do I come in?"

It ignored me. Of course, you cannot share with her any of what I just told you. But what you are about to learn... she needs to know.

The pain came all at once. Knives in my head, then icicles, then a nuclear bomb. Although the attacks came so frequently to Max in the book they are almost passed off as something minor, let me tell you, this is SO not minor. Although keeping my mouth clamped tightly shut, I was moaning and thrashing about on the bed.

The pictures in my head were mostly numbers, statistics... but I saw churches. And Bibles, crosses, et cetera. Then I saw the church I attended for a long time while the pain grew harsher. A dark spot in the image got bigger until all I could see was black. My eyes flew open and someone was standing over me. I gasped.

"Easy, easy," the person said. "Was it your head? Are you okay?"

I sighed and relaxed, taking a critical look at him. Dark hair, dark eyes. Fang.

"I- I'm okay. Now," I replied cautiously. "Fang?"

"Max?"

"I need to tell you something. I don't think you're going to believe me," I said as I sat up.

He sat down on my- Max's- bed. "Try me."

"No, really. You're going to think I'm crazy, or that the attack damaged me or something."

"Come on, Max."

"That's exactly it. I'm not Max."

He looked at me condescendingly. "And I'm not Fang."

"I'm serious! My name's Rachel, and I live in South Carolina, and I don't know how I got in Max's body but..."

Fang cut me off. "Maybe you ought to get back to sleep."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"It's seven. I'll get the rest of the guys up and we'll decide what to do, Max."

I sighed. Now what, Voice?

No answer.

Like I expected one.

I followed Fang and sat down at their table, waiting.

First a very tall guy near my age came in. He had spiked hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Iggy. Then a girl with layered hair- talking from the moment she arrived. Nudge. Behind her was little Angel, eyes wide. Lastly, Fang came in toting a cute little kid that looked exactly like his sister. Gazzy.

Once everyone was seated, they all- with the exception of Iggy- looked at Fang and I expectantly.

"Well?" Nudge prodded.

Fang looked at me, took a deep breath, and started. "This morning, Max had another brain attack. Then she started insisting she's some girl from South Dakota."

"South Carolina," I corrected. "My name is Rachel and I'm almost 15 and I live in C----. I had read your book but didn't think you guys were real." I started speaking more urgently. "Please, please believe me. I don't know how I got here or anything, but I suspect that Max is in my body, which means she'll be waking up soon, and... that could be bad."

Everyone just stared at me for a loooooong time. Angel's face was screwed up as if she was listening really hard to something. I remembered she could read minds. Maybe that will help convince them. Finally Iggy broke the silence.

"I think she's telling the truth. She uses some words- like 'suspect'- that Max probably wouldn't use. Plus, she pronounces some words differently. You guys wouldn't notice, 'cause you see Max and hear her voice. But I can hear the differences, and she sounds almost like a completely different person."

I wanted to hug him.

Angel then spoke. "She's telling the truth. Her thoughts sound like... a different person's voice."

Fang sighed. "Okay, Rachel, we'll believe you."

Nudge started chattering. "But... um... Rachel? What do we do now? I mean, if you're Rachel then where's Max? And if she's in your body, then when she wakes up she is totally gonna flip, 'cause..."

Fang glared at her. "You can use our phone."

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Oh yeah, I forgot to say... this takes place somewhere in between TAE and SOF. Review please!