A/N: These are not my characters, we know who owns them. This is my plot, my perspective and my words. I had to add in a jeb PoV, he is a vital character and the only adult figure in the story really (aside from voice.) Review if you have suggestions, flames opinions or questions.

Enjoy-twilightjunkie1313

Jeb PoV:

I trotted down the hall, my footsteps echoing off the tiles. It was late, and most of the lights were off. I walked down the empty halls to my office.

The office was almost neat and tidy, the way i liked it. I looked across my desk, files of max and the flock were scattered about. I picked one up, these files held years of information on the flock. But reports would never match the memories i had. I shuffled the papers into their respective folders and put them back in my filing cabinet.

Then i turned to a table that sat in the corner. On it was a medium sized T.V. Sitting next to the table was a shelf stuffed with DVD's, CD's and tapes. Also on the shelf was a photo album. I picked it up carefully.

It was a gift from the flock, they had somehow gotten a hold of a camera. Each of them had taken a few pictures, and pasted them into the album. I had added some of my own over time. Each of these photos had a story, and i remembered them all. As if someone had inscribed the memory onto my mind with a razor. I opened the book to the first page.

It was a photo of the six of them, wings tucked in tight, invisble to the camera. Max was holding angel, fang and iggy had an arm round each other's sholders, looking like brothers. Nudge and gazzy stood at opposite ends of the group, smiling. They were young in this photo, happier and curious. The next few photos were the same, two or three members of the flock. Each looking happy and normal.

The next one was about six months later, the change was drastic. The photo showed max, wings fully extended, sitting cross legged on the ground. Her hair hung in her face, making her look much older than she really was. Standing behind her was Fang, his black wings streched out. Next to it on the page was a photo of iggy and Nudge standing with Gazzy between them. None of them were smiling, they had calm expressions.

I flipped the pages, glancing at water ballon fights and flying lessons. I hurried past a few shots of them flying. Then i got to the pages i wanted...

The first picture on the page was Angel, nose to nose with Gazzy. It was like a mirror image, their intense blue eyes and blonde hair were identical. Thier eyes had compassion and amazing focus. It was like looking at a child with a lifetime of experiences. The next picture was Iggy sitting cross legged in the grass, staring at the camera through cloudy eyes. His wings were flaired out, and his face gaunt and stoic. From this picture I could see how he and Fang were related.

The next photo was Nudge standing in front of a window looking over the canyon. It was beautiful, her skin against the blue sky and the deep russet of the earth. In her eyes there was a spark, a shadow of her soul. That picture more than any other showed her as a fighter.

Then there was Fangs picture. He had insisted on standing against a stark white backround, and dressing head to toe in black. The effect was stunning. His eyes, normally a dull dark brown, seemed black. Hair hung in his eyes, and his deep ebony wings contrasted not only with the wall but his skin. At first glance the picture made him seem strong and unbeatable. But at second glance he looked incomplete, like half of him was gone.

I turned the page over to see max. This photo showed her standing a few feet from the lip of the canyon, her wings out, eyes focused on the camera. Even with her wings fully extended it was her eyes that commanded the shot. Brilliant and firce, they were the eyes of a leader, survivor. They were eyes that had seen too much and experienced too much. But my favorite part of this picture wasn't her eyes or wings.

It was her necklace.

"That is way too much white." Iggy said slowly, nudge and angel nodding in agreement.

"How would you know?" Max shot back.

"Nudge told me." Iggy replied easily. Max shot a look at nudge, it was a don't-you-even look.

"I know." Fang spoke quietly.

Without another word he plucked a stray feather from one of his wings. He pulled a piece of black string from his pocket and tied the feather to it. The flock stared at him in silence. When he was finished he went up to Max. Carefully tying the necklace around her neck.

I stared hard at the photo, the black feather had balenced the picture perfectly. Then i flipped to the last page, it was blank.

I closed the album and set it down. That was all i had. Aside from the files and videos that documented their lives here, but those meant nothing. Because none of them really lived while they were here, the ate and breathed and slept. But they were in cages or on tables.

Out there they were free. Betrayed, abandoned and left on their own, but they were free. Hunted by erasers, but free none the less.

Sometimes i think they won't be okay, that they won't be able to make it. That they will just break down and give up, let the erasers kill them. But i take a look at the photos and i know better.

They will save us. Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Iggy, Fang and Maximum.

They are the only ones who can.