A/N: Sorry it took so long for this to be posted. I'm doing several fics at once, and trying to keep them all straight. As stated before Patterson owns the characters, I claim the words. The idea goes to katie3llen, used with permission.

I know i have been skimping on the 'song' part of the songfic. I am working on that... But none-the-less i will be posting the whole song in the last chapter of this fic.

-twilightjunkie1313

Max Pov:

The massive suv had been trudging across the empty, flat sand road for about a half hour. So far it had been dead silent, except for the occasional yawning of Angel. My muscles were tighter than wound springs. Every ounce of my body wanted to run away from the truck type thing and scream until i was deaf.

I didn't trust jeb. I didn't even know him. With a quick glance into the side view window I could see Fang. He did looked calm at first glance. But within a few seconds I could see his tightened jaw, the cold look in his eyes, he didn't like this any more than I did.

I turned in my seat to face the flock. Iggy was resting his head on the window, absorbing the vibrations and listening to the engine. His mouth a thin line. Angel sat in his lap, calm and groggy, the tranquilizers just wearing off. Nudge sat immediately behind him, her eyes bright with worry, locked on the landscape passing by. Next to her was Gazzy, looking more on edge than the rest of us. Hie hands were bunched into fists, his jaw tight.

Fabulous, the flock would die of heart attacks before jeb even got a chance to stab us in the back.

I smiled to myself at the irony, and saw Fang raise an eyebrow. It was a you-turst-this-guy? look mixed with a what-is-so-funny stare of contempt. Yeah, all of that can be thrown into a single look. That's Fang for you.

I shot back a cold stare, no I didn't trust this guy. But given the choice of him or the school I picked the more unknown of two evils. Back at school we would have been burned, run-to-death, chased by erasers, observed or possibly worse. Granted we knew nothing about Jeb, where he was taking us or what would happen once we got there we were still better off. The man had given us burgers and let me ride shotgun. Worst case scenario was he lied and the six of us (hybrids) beat down the scrawny human and run. Well five, Angel was way too young to help.

"Cheer up guys." I whispered, hopefully too low for Jeb to hear.

"How long?" Nudge asked, the shortest sentence she had ever uttered. I scanned the flat, empty landscape, seeing nothing I turned back to her.

"I have no idea hon."

"It's a ways off yet." Iggy added unexpectedly. Fang stared straight ahead, listening to Iggy, everybody else spun to face him.

"How far off?" I asked in a normal voice.

"Just settle in," Iggy said calmly a cross between a smile and a grimace flickered across his face.

"It will take a while, we have a lot of ground to cover."

Thank you Iggy. That little tidbit of information did nothing to boost morale. In fact it made up all more uncomfortable and twitchy. We all did our best to sit quietly. Sadly, i do not take well to spending lots of time in a small, cramped, quiet place with a person I didn't know taking me god-only-knows where.

I held out for about twenty minutes, then i cracked.

"So how long will it take us to get to Colorado?" I asked, staring at Jeb with laser-like intensity. His eyebrows furrowed, he snuck a look in the rear-view mirror. Behind him the flock was staring at various things, all of them were silent, on edge.

"At least ten hours, possibly twelve." I felt my jaw drop slightly. Behind me Fang was silent, but annoyance radiated off him, invisible to all but me. Iggy cursed to himself, the words sounding like a hiss.

(Still Max Pov:)

One hour and thirty minutes later...

Jeb was beginning to crack, the silence and the constant low pitched reving of the engine was grating his nerves like cheddar cheese. I had no pity for him. We had dealt with way worse, shock tests, drugs to affect our reflexes, running mazes and nearly being drowned...

So I had zero pity for a guy who can't handle sitting in a plushy car for a few hours.

"Do you want to listen to the radio?" He asked suddenly, glancing at the flock in the mirror.

Angel cocked her head.

Nudge sighed audibly.

Iggy rolled his eyes, I didn't know he could do that.

Gazzy shot Jeb a glare, but said nothing.

"Why." Fang said clearly, boredom and impassiveness coating the word. Jeb shook his head, clearly stunned that somebody, much less Fang, had answered the question. Jeb cast a glance at me, as if my opinion was required.

"Why." I repeated Fangs statement, using the same tone and vacant expression.

Fang Pov:

It was an ironic and almost sickening moment. Jeb, a white coat and an adult was having a hard time controlling us. We were six experiments who had never, until today, been exposed to the real world. He was one of the scientists who had basically run our lives...and now he was having trouble controlling us?

Ironic.

After our short and pointless exchange. Jeb turned on the radio, stopping on a station that wasn't static filled. The music was smooth, soft and somehow saddening. As i listened to the words i heard nothing but stories of lost hope and crushed dreams.

I cast a small glance at the rest of the flock, the music was affecting them too. Iggy had closed his eyes, his breathing shallow. Nudge had calmed and was staring blankly at the back of Iggy's seat, listening to the songs. Angel was asleep, curled up in Iggy's lap. Gazzy was asleep too, his head nestled up to the window. They all looked serene, calm. The stress of the school and our present situation had finally gotten to them. They did the only thing we knew how to escape it.

They slept, or in Iggy and Nudge's case entered something of a meditative state.

I wasn't relaxed at all, not even a little bit. The music sounded raw to me, like somebody crying in the middle of the night, hoping nobody else would hear them. It wasn't something that calmed me. It just added a strange sad aura to my anxiety.

How pleasant.

Max Pov:

The music had calmed the flock right down, kind of. The youngest two were asleep. Iggy was in a trance, the sad words of the song enveloping him. Nudge had blanked out, her gaze like an unfocused laser. Fang had rested his hands at his sides, appearing relaxed.

The radio changed songs, the last chords of the old one fading to silence a few moments before the new song begun.

This music was like a drug, an emotional drug without collateral damage. The songs had drowned their worry with something else. I pushed the music to the back of my mind, ignoring it and focusing on the blank landscape rushing by. The sky merging with the ground in the windshield.

I heard Fang whisper, his voice barely reaching me.

"Listen."

I re-focused on the radio, closing my eyes.

Yeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me,
Looking for a sign of life.
Looking for something to help me burn out bright.
I'm looking for a complication,
Looking cause I'm tired of lyin'.
Make my way back home when I learn to fly.

Fang Pov:

The song played on, sweeping max up in it.

In the school i had no idea why white coats made such a big deal about music. Now i knew why.

Songs had the ability to be so specific you forgot they were written for the masses. A single song can fit you so well you feel like it was your soul transferred into words.

I fixed my eyes on the empty space outside the window.

Max Pov:

The song, our situation. The flock acting like zombies, half dead from frayed nerves. It was staring to grate on me. Jeb sitting quietly, his indirect answers. I was trying not to scream from impatience and frustration.

I'll give it all away if you give me one last try, try, try.
We'll live happily ever trapped, if you just save my life.
Run and tell the angels that everything's alright.

Nothing was alright. Everything had changed.

A/N: there! i added more song into my songfic! I am so proud, gives self a cookie

anybody else want cookies?

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-twilightjunkie1313