Max Ride/Avatar/American Dragon/Danny Phantom Crossover

Author's Note/Disclaimer: I don't own any of the afore-mentioned characters, Jake's Gramps, or Fu Dog, but I did change Jeb a little, so now he is 50-percent JP-owned, and 25-percent Nickelodeon's, and 25-percent mine. The story itself is mine, too. Here is the first chapter.

Part 1: Max and Jake

Chapter 1

Maximum Ride, bird-kid extraordinaire, was practicing her "Speed-acious Soaring" (as dubbed by Gazzy) over New York when something appeared in front of her. Since she was going well over 450 miles-per-hour, she didn't have time to react before the collision. When she regained her altitude, she did an automatic 360°. Nothing unusual in the air. Perhaps whatever she had hit had crashed?

Praying that she wasn't right, Max flew lower and landed in a clearing in Central Park. Folding her wings, she walked around for a bit, keeping a raptor-eye out for danger or movement of any kind. Seeing none, she sighed and made for take-off. Except a boy was now standing in front of her—and he looked angry. And confused.

"Stay where you are, creature!" the boy commanded. "Reinforcements are on the way, and I don't want to hurt you before you get questioned!"

"Okay, first, who are you, and why are you telling me what to do? Second, what do you mean by 'reinforcements' and why did you just call me a 'creature'? I am a human being (mostly) and I don't like being threatened. So step aside, little boy! I don't want to hurt you." Max was mad. She was already late, and Fang was all the more scary when he got in a temper. The boy, however, was unfazed. He glared at her.

"I suggest you pipe down, or I'll—"

"Calm down, young dragon, and do not be so quick to judge." An old Chinese man walked out of the shadows, followed by a fat, short-haired grey dog.

"Who are you and what—Wait, did you just call him 'dragon'?! What's going on?" Now it was Max's turn to be confused. But the boy answered before she could thing any more about it.

"Dragon UP!" Suddenly, the boy was engulfed in flame, and in his place stood a big, red lizard. Only, unlike any lizard Max had ever seen, this one was standing on its hind feet, and it had black and green hair and wings. Whaaa?! The old man moved to stand between the dragon and Max.

"Jake, as the American Dragon, you are expected to think things through, and to make wise decisions. How do you know this girl is your enemy? Listen to her explanation before you attack her. She may make a powerful ally." He turned to Max. "Please, who are you and what happened that my dragon-student would transform and risk showing his identity to an apparent human?"

"My name is Max, and I am only 98-percent human. I am part bird—" Max extended her wings as proof. "—and I was just practicing my light-speed flying when I hit something. I guess that was you, um, Jake? Anyway, I was just about to take off and go back to my Flock when you stood in my way and started to get mad at me. Whatever is going on here, I have to get back, or else Fang is gonna have a hissy-fit." The dog stepped forward.

"So, you're not magical in any way, and yet you have wings. Now that's interesting." Max didn't so much as blink when it spoke. "Well, now that is even more interesting. Most non-magical people, even after seeing Jake transform, are still surprised when they hear me talk. How come you aren't?"

"Probably comes from already having a talking dog in the family. Only difference is, you're not an egotistic Scottie."

"Ah. That would explain it. Where is your Flock?"

"A few miles away. None of us are too fond of loud noises or crowds, I just had to find my mentor and figure out what else I'm supposed to do to finish the mission I was apparently created for. He's stopped telling me what to do via the Voice. Then I figured I could fly at super-speed to get back there faster and surprise them. Only I'm here now, and Angel probably picked up my mental signal by now. Oh, am I in trouble. Fang is gonna be sizzling." Max muttered the last two sentences, but the other three heard.

"Who is your mentor, what is this 'Voice', and who is Angel? I'm very confused." Jake was back in human form now, and he didn't look near as menacing.

"I can explain all that." The four looked at the figure who was now leaning on a tree. How had he gotten there unnoticed? Then, he stepped into the light.

"Jeb?!" Max exclaimed.

"Councilor Jebidiah?!" Jake and the dog exclaimed.

"Councilor." Apparently, the old man wasn't surprised a bit.

"Jake. Fu Dog. Max. I guess I forgot to tell you about all my different identities." Jeb sighed. "Oh, well. I'll explain now. Max, I'm the head of the Dragon Council, and I've been taking care of things on the Island of Draco, therefore not giving me a chance to walk you through things. Jake, I'm also Max's creator, mentor, and father, whether she wants to admit that last part or not. I've been working to get you two together for a while now. You'll need each other's help." Jeb/Councilor Jebidiah turned to Max, and said, "I've contacted Angel and the rest of the Flock via the Voice—and yes, I can transfer that mental connection for short periods of time—and they are on their way here. Meanwhile, I need you and Jake to do something for me. Please do as I tell you, and don't argue." Max and Jake eyed each other warily, and then nodded.

"Max, please extend your wings. Jake, dragon-up and do the same." The teens did as they were told. "Now shake hands and say the other's name three times fast, then kick each other gently in the left hip. Max, his full name is Jake Long; Jake, Max is Maximum Ride. Go." Again, the orders were followed. "Good. That should do it. Fu don't tell them what just happened. I want them to figure it out on their own. Lou Chi, keep them out of trouble. I'll send Dr. Martinez over in a few days." With that, he burst into purple flame, much like Jake had, and a purple and turquoise dragon flew away.

"Max, you and your Flock will be staying at Jake's house for a few days. Jake's father is away so it is the perfect place. Don't argue. You will like it better then caves and trees. How about sleeping in an actual bed in the house of someone you can trust." Before the old man, who seemed to be named Lou Chi, could add anything—

"Max! MAX! What's going on? The Voice told me to come here—is something the matter?" A small girl, maybe five or six years old, flew over and landed next to Max, then set down a medium-sized dog. Five more kids followed.

"Max? Who are they?" A tall boy with dark hair and an even darker look asked.

"Ask them. I don't really know. Jeb just left, after he said something happened. As to what happened, I have no idea. All I know is that A) Jeb and Jake, here, are dragons, B) this dog can talk, and C) the old man wants us to spend the next few days in Jakes house." Stunned silence.