So sorry. I had to babysit, and I would have posted earlier, but I didn't know when I would be back, so I didn't. read my profile. It's my last request.

(Angle's Pov.)

I woke up to find the whole flock watching me. There was hugging, and crying, but mostly worried thoughts. I asked them were Max was. A wave of sadness washed over us, and I had only two thoughts in my head. Ether Max was dead, or the school had her.

But that wasn't possible. The school was destroyed, and Max would have made it outside. When I heard that Max didn't make it out, I started to cry.

Waiting, and waiting. That's all we did for the next ten hours. That and cry. It was terrible. I didn't want to wait. Waiting meant thinking, and thinking meant worrying. Not something I wanted to do. So I taped into the others thoughts.

Gasman's: Max has to be alive. She couldn't- wouldn't just die. Why did I have to agree to make the bomb? Why couldn't I have just said, "sorry Max. as much as I want to, I don't think it's safe". Why couldn't I think ahead? Just think about what could happen. Why couldn't i just think?

Nudge's: Blank. How's that possible? How can she have a motor mouth, but her mind be blank? It makes no sense what's so ever.

Fang's: Maximum Ride gone. Taken down by the school. Literally. That sentence should never be said. Let alone thought. Why me. Why did my Max have to be in there? She had finally forgave me- kissed me even- and then she gets stuck inside. Why did it have to be my Max?

Iggy's: I'm blind, not def. I should have heard Magnus. I should have been able to tell the difference between No and Go. The flock always says I have the best ears, but if I did, why did I hear go instead of no? Is it that hard to go over and check? Why was I so focused on pressing the button instead of making sure everyone is here?

Simon: Oh my-. Darn it. I can't even think the word. My goodness. Max. She's not only my best friend's sister; she's practically my best friend. I've only known her a year, but goodness. She's not just a friend. She's more than that. She's like a sister to me. I can't be around my real sister, and Max can't replace her, but she's like another sister. She's family. That's a fact.

Were both freaks according to others, and she's always there telling me that being the daylighter is a good thing. The other vampires are just jealous. And this mark on my forehead isn't a curse. It's a weapon. Something I can use to protect my friends and family. I need her. I need someone other than Clary that I can talk to without judgment.

I pulled out of his mind, my eyes stinging. Max had made some good friends here. Some real friends. Simon, Isabelle, Alec, Magnus, Jace, Clary, even the werewolf Maia; they're like the live she could have had if the school hadn't taken her.

I had been going in to their minds every chance I got, and all I heard was how Max is like the sister they never had (everyone except Clary thought that. She's already Max's sister.)

Even Jace couldn't think of a sarcastic comment that had anything to do with Max. It's like Nudge not going motor mouth on you after she saw a buffy the vampire marathon. Not normal.

Magnus and Alec were grateful for all her support when it came to their relationship, and how Max would talk to Alec's parents, making them understand the just because Alec is guy, he's the same, and that Magnus isn't going to just use and dump Alec. He loves him too much.

Simons thoughts were very clear. She had always been there for him. She helped him through his Isabelle-Maia situation. Apparently it wasn't pretty. She was his body guard, and she had always been one he could talk to. She's like Clary, but cockier.

Isabelle's and Maia's were both amusing, scary, and heart touching. They would always be there for her, and didn't like us only because of how we hurt her. Max's pain is their pain. She's the friend you can depend on. And there not a group of girly-girls. While Isabelle loves fashion, Maia and Max are always there to keep it to a minimum.

Clary's thoughts were beyond explanation. I may not be able to read her mind, but I just know that Clary is one to trust, and that she'll love Max regardless of what she does.

I wondered if Max ever thought about us over the last year. Did we ever cross her mind? Did she ever miss us? Did she ever wish that she'd have lived here her whole life instead of being one of us?

"Where's Max," asked a small voice. I turned to look at the other Max. the little Max. I looked at the others, not knowing what to say. Simon looked uncomfortable.

"She hasn't gotten back yet, bud," he said.

"Is she with Jace, Isabelle, Alec, and Clary?"

"Yeah. They needed to do something. They should be back soon. How about you go and read some of your books, and I'll get you when they come back."

"Okay." The boy ran away. I didn't even dare look into his mind. I did that once, and all I saw was that he thought Max and Jace were heroes, sent from the angles themselves. There mission- save the world.

I felt tears come to my eyes when I heard the opening of a portal.

"What, no welcome back banner?" asked a voice. I spun fast. She had her arm thrown over Isabelle for support, and smiling. Jace, Alec, Clary, and Max's mom came in behind them.

"Max!" I jumped up from my spot, running over to her, and hugging her. She wrapped her free arm around me.

"Well, it's not a banner, but I'll take it." I smiled.

"I'll make a banner if you want," Nudge said. "Because this is totally worth celebrating. You're alive! We should have a party! What do you think? A party would be great!"

"We'll pretend the wedding party is the celebration," Jace said. "We'll just write over the signs. They'll say "Yay, Max is alive!""

Alec hit him on the arm. "Don't say it in front of her," he hissed, jerking his head towards Max's Mom. "She'll never- I just realized you're kidding. Sorry."

We all laughed and took turns hugging Max.

(Fang's Pov.)

Maya and her flock headed out. They were great help, but they needed to get going.

Max spent a night in the infirmary. With the help of her supper speedy healing abilities, and some runes, she was better in the morning.

There was some demon activity, but Clary and the gang wouldn't allow her to come. It bummed her out, but she just hung out with little Max, and Simon at Magnus's. she even let us tag along. Actually she insisted. She thought Nudge could help Magnus with his wardrobe problem.

Magnus was having us help him plan for another one of his parties, and I was amazed at what this guy could do. He invited us to come. Simon told me not to drink the bubbly drinks. He shuddered, and I would have killed to know what that was about, because Angle was laughed. but there was only one problem- I didn't know if we were staying.

Max had found her family. She loved it hear, it was clear to see. I couldn't just ask her to leave with us. It wouldn't be fair to her, or her family.

When we went back to the institute, she made little Max go to bed, and the gang got back from demon hunting. They filled her in on the night's events.

We all started heading back to our rooms when I heard Isabelle call my name. I looked at Angle, but she was already gone.

I walked over to her, and said, "What's up." she's not going to kill me, is she?

"I'm not going to kill you." Did I say that out loud? "Yes, you did."

Really got to stop doing that.

"Yes you do." I cursed under my breath. "Look, I need to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Were are you going after this?"

This took me by surprise. Why did she care? "Um, not sure. Maybe back to the safe house."

"I think you should stay."

"What!" She wanted us to stay?

"It's a possibility that that you're shadow hunters, and you should have proper training, don't you think? And I know you and Max have something going on. I'm not letting distance get in between you two. She loves you Fang. And I know you love her."

Max loves me?

(3rd person's Pov.)

Angle had a dream that night. In her dream there were children playing, and people laughing. Than it changed. Now there was just her- and an angle. A real live angle.

He was beautiful to say the least. His wings looked like Max's, and Angle wondered why.

"Who are you," Angle asked.

"I'm Ithrial. My blood runs through Max and Clary's veins."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to tell you some things. First being- I'm the voice in Max's head."

"You're the voice?"

"Yes. I know you think I was steering Max in the wrong direction, but I was only trying to help."

"Max said that the voice was gone."

"I have died, little one. I had been lock up for years with no food or water. One day, two of my children, a girl with fiery read hair, and a boy with gold hair, came, gave me a knife, and I died."

"Jace and Clary let you die?"

"I wanted to die. I was being tortured. They set me free. Now, to the second thing- Max had always thought of you. Over the year she couldn't stop. She'd stop and think of all the good time. She'd dream of the up's and downs of your lives together. She'd never stopped loving you. She was just heart broken by the things you did. She doesn't hate you. She never did."

Tears ran tracks down my face. "I have the feeling she's not telling us something. Is that true?"

"Yes. But it's not something anyone wishes to talk about. Maybe you should asked her after a while. It's not a good subject, and not one to enjoy or be proud of. But when the time comes, asked her about her brother, Jonathan."

Angle woke up, sweat covering her from head to toe. The name Jonathan sent shivers down her spine.

So, I'm thinking of writing a different story. One about what Max's live would have been like if she had lived with Clary her whole life, and then later met the flock. What do you think?