A/N: Okay, so some of you are probably wondering where the rest of the flock is, and why I'm here. Well, like I said, I wrote this after FANG. Therefore, Fang has left the flock. But in my story, Iggy follows him about 2 weeks later.

Iggy: Which I deeply regret, seeing as we ended up here.

Me: -smacks Iggy with keyboard- Anyway, as Fang was off doing whatever it is Fang's do, Iggy crash landed in my pool after falling asleep flying. Fang found him there and since I knew too much, they figured it was dangerous to leave me alone. So they took me with them. So now we're somewhere in the Rocky Mountains…but I won't say where. Don't want crazed fans running off into the wilderness… So I hope this makes my story a little less confusing now.

Fang: And now, Chapter 2!

Me: Good boy, Fang! -gives Fang cookie- -pats head-

Iggy: Ohmigosh…I'm living with a couple of nut jobs…-shudders-

MJ's POV

"MJ!"

I sighed and opened my eyes. (Hey, that almost rhymed!)

Never will I ever get to sleep in.

Taking a deep breath, I yelled back,

"Iggy! What do you want? I was sleeping!"

"Where's the freaking microwave?"

Oh. So that's what he wanted.

I sat up. Yawning, I forced myself out of bed, and down the stairs. Iggy was in the kitchen, searching for his beloved fire hazard. He turned and looked at me.

"Where the heck is it?" he cried.

"Resting in pieces. Chocolate covered pieces." I said with a straight face.

I glanced at the window, knowing he would never find the remains.

"Well, no breakfast for you then!" He turned and stalked past me, bumping into Fang.

"Morning, Ig." He yawned. "Where's breakfast?"

"MJ destroyed the microwave trying to make hot chocolate." He looked at me pointedly.

Fang looked at me like I was insane. I probably was.

"You?" He snorted. "You tried to make hot chocolate?"

I smacked him.

"Look, can we just drop it?" I cried. "We can get breakfast on the way! Go upstairs and get your backpacks! Each of you grab a few changes of clothes. Fang, get the laptop. Iggy, I know you'll bring bombs no matter what I say, so pack the light ones. Nothing heavy. We leave in half an hour."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Fang saluted, turned, and ran up the steps. Iggy tried following, but ran into the wall.

"I-I know! I know!" he shouted, half running, half stumbling up the stairs into my room. I waited.

A moment later, he walked back out and proceeded across the hall into his room.

I sighed. A whole month, and he still couldn't remember where everything was.

I walked outside to start the car. It was more convenient because one, I couldn't fly; B, we could throw our stuff in the back instead of carrying it; and quarto, it was faster because we could take turns sleeping, while one of us kept droving.

I opened the door to my gorgeous blue Porsche 911 Turbo.

"Hello, Yoko." I said to it. It didn't reply. But I loved it anyway.

I had wanted one of these forever and finally Fang 'borrowed' one after much begging/pleading on my part.

I head Fang and Iggy behind me. I turned and popped open the trunk. We threw our bags inside, and I slammed it shut.

"Shotgun!" Fang declared. Iggy climbed into the backseat, and I sat down I in the driver's seat. Fang jumped in last, closing the passenger door.

"Seatbelts!" I smiled. I knew how much they hated seat belts. Grumbling, they gave in and buckled.

I laughed. This was gonna be a looong ride…

"Um…go right on the next exit." Fang looked unsure of these directions, despite the fact that he was the one holding the map. Iggy had fallen asleep an hour ago, so I was left alone with the Prince of Incapability. No offense, Fang.

So far, we had gotten lost 3 times Fang claimed the map was wrong. But in truth, he couldn't even figure out North from South. I sighed.

Pulling over, I remembered I had a GPS (also 'borrowed'), in the glove compartment for emergencies.

This was definitely an emergency.

"Fang, check the glove compartment. I think my GPS might be in there." All I got in response was a blank stare.

"The box thing in front of you. Open it. There's a little electronic thingamajig in there. Get it for me."I said, sighing. Again, blank stare.

"I know what it is." He said, pointedly. I glared at him, exasperated.

"Please, Fang?" I tried. He nodded, patting me on the head.

"Much better." He handed me the device.

"Thank you, your royal annoyingness." I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, you're soo welcome." He balled up the map and tossed it out the window. Goodbye, Plan A.

I turned on the GPS, and punched in 'Colorado Mountains'.

I watched the directions appear on the screen. Fang played with it for a moment, setting the language/accent British, then handed it back. I pulled back onto the road.

5 minutes later…

"Ugh! I AM GOING STRAIGHT! Quit reminding me! I get it!"

"Go straight 3 miles. Then turn left." I could've sworn that GPS sounded impatient.

"Stupid GPS! Quit yelling at me in a British accent!" I yelled. I reached up and unplugged the evil thing, and smiled as the screen went dark.

"Hah! What now Amanda?"

I'd decided its name should be Amanda. Because it looked like an Amanda.

"You are no match for the mighty MJ!" I shouted. "Cower in fear! Mwahahahaha!"

Fang looked at me, seeming a bit concerned.

"M-Maybe this would be a good time for me to drive…" he stammered.

"No! I'll be fine!" I grumbled, deciding to keep my paranoid insanity to a minimum.

As if that was possible.

9 hours later…

We were almost halfway there.

I had chucked the GPS out the window two hours ago, after being told to turn right immediately and almost winding up in a lake.

We'd gone to a gas station because Fang 'really, really had to pee' and now we had a huge bag of lollipops, courtesy of the now-awake Iggy.

We were in the middle of the Quiet Game. My idea.

Of course, two seconds into the game I got out purposely, so now I was driving along in refreshing silence, as the boys each tried to prove himself better.

Sometimes I'm such a genius, I scare myself.

Meanwhile, I was waving at everyone who drove by, and then watching them speed up to get away from me. Hahaha.

Too bad not very many people were on this…road…except…the cops…who were now following me with their sirens blaring. I sighed.

I pulled over again, and watched the officer walk up to my window.

Rolling it down, I looked at him. Excuse me, her. I looked at her.

"Is there a problem Officer…" I checked her badge. "…Pancake?"

Pancake? Whose brilliant idea was it to have the last name pancake?

"Yes, miss. You were speeding." She looked pissed. I prayed she wouldn't ask for anything official, like my license and registration. Both of which I did not have.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am. I'll go slower." I promised, crossing my fingers behind my back. No way was I going any slower!

"I see." She looked at Fang and Iggy. "And you are?"

They didn't answer. Instead they started pointing and making random, unintelligible hand motions.

Stupid silent game.

"Oh, they're mutes ma'am. My brothers haven't talked since they were about 3." I lied casually.

"Oh, the poor dears. I'll let you off with a warning. Don't let this happen again." And with that, she left.

"Guys! You totally deserted me! That was close!" I yelled at the boys.

Their responses were two muffled laughs.

I sighed yet again.

A/N: Ahh, the adventures of Iggy's sight. Where will it take us next…?

Iggy: Home?

Me: maybe…

Fang: Really?

Me: nope!

Iggy: -groans- Get me away from this psychopath!

Me: -smacks Iggy-

Fang: -muffled laughter-

R&R?