TADA! Here tis! The end. :P Annie Lennox crooning in background "Don't saaaayyy... we have come now to the ennnnnddd..." kicks cd player Shh! I hope you like it. turns into Emiliana Torrini "Don't saayyy goodbyyyyyyeee..." kicks cd player SHUT UP!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything- not even the house. We moved. Oh- and the song is a mixed up version that still belongs to Hawk Nelson.

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Several days later, I woke up early and smiled at the sleeping faces around me. Iggy and I had been doing a lot of talking, as had Max and Fang. They all loved our church, and they loved their new "parents." Nudge had fallen head over heels for my brother, although he, of course, was oblivious. They're both big talkers.

But Angel was starting to get worried about Total. And the Flock had huge appetites- bigger than Shane's. So today was the day they had to leave.

At the breakfast table, all was noisy- as usual. Gasman was living up to his name and Shane was trying to imitate him. They had become fast friends. Angel was talking to Celeste. Nudge was just talking- and batting her eyes at Shane, who didn't notice. We four older ones simply tried to converse with each other above the din. My parents had found out within the first two meals that to keep their sanity they needed to eat in another room.

I walked them to the airport and pulled a stack of Bibles out of the backpack I was carrying. "One for each of you." They took them gratefully. Angel's had a picture of an angel on the front, and inside was written John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that He sent His only Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life."

Gazzy's was a "cool camo" Bible, with 1 Timothy 4:12: "Let no one look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in faith, in speech, in life, and in purity."

Nudge's was purple, her favorite color, and I had written within Ephesians 4:32: "Be kind to one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another; even as God for Christ's sake has forgiven you."

Iggy's was special. It was a Braille Bible. I had paid for 2 Corinthians 3:17 to be imprinted in Braille on the inside: "Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom."

Fang's was black, his color. I had put in 2 Corinthians 5:17: "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come."

Max's was a neat blue design. I had enclosed money to pay for the Bibles and had written Esther 4:14b: "And who knows but that you have come to this position for such a time as this?"

We hugged all around one last time. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at the people who had become so dear to me... especially Iggy.

"Be careful, you guys!" I managed to choke out. "Call me when you get back. I'll miss you!"

One by one, they all took off. Except Iggy. He walked toward me. "May I?" he asked. "Yeah."

Once again his sensitive fingers ran gently across my face. When he reached my lips, he cupped his hand under my chin. His beautiful eyes were also filled with tears. I stopped him with two fingers to his lips.

"I'm saving my lips for my wedding day. I hope you understand." He nodded. I took his hand and brushed it against my cheek, which was wet with tears. Iggy understood the gesture and kissed my cheek.

Then he drew me into his arms and held me tight. His wings enveloped us. It was a truly magical moment. Wings... I once had wings. Now they were gone, but I could still fly... Iggy made me fly.

"Goodbye, Iggy. I love you."

"I love you too, Rachel. Thank you for everything."

He turned and ran into the wind, taking off, getting a feel for the air. I gave a wobbly smile and waved as they flew out of sight. With God and the Voice's help, the entire Flock was saved. I would miss them terribly...

And oh, how I would miss flying. An exhilarating sense of freedom, now gone. Always I had dreamed of having wings... and my wish had been granted, if only temporarily.

Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman, Angel. All such incredible kids. And all helpless until Jesus had been shown to them. Thank you, God, for using me. I would miss them so much... but they promised to try to visit.

As I turned to walk home, I started singing.

He's got every little thing I wanted

And it still feels just like the day it started

I'll say good-bye to the broken-hearted

There's just no way

To express the way I felt before today

He's not an ordinary boy

You can see it in his eyes

I'm just an ordinary girl

God must have heard my prayers last night

And I smiled down at my hand, on which was written a phone number. Iggy's phone number. A phone number for kids... with wings.

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AWWWWWW! If I may say so myself. I really like how I finished this up. The question is... do you like it? REVIEW! Please. If writing fan fic is like breathing, reviews are my oxygen. (okay that was really corny. But still.)