Zach: WARNING
Abby: Thank you, Zach, but NO, you're not a siren. -smiles- But yea. WARNING.
Zach: -glares-
Abby: This chapter is gonna be kinda graphic, but not like 'Ew! Avert your eyes! Avert them!' kind of graphic. More like... You'll see. So YourBooksAreMyDrug gave me an idea and I'm going to kind of use it. Thank you!
Zach: -snickers- Blake's gonna get his ass kicked!
Abby: And so are you if you don't shut up! Read on, my dears!

The door flung open and a greasy looking whitecoat appeared, needle in hand, with a sinister smile plastered to his red, pimply face.

"You want privacy? Sure, that's alright. But have fun fighting this baby." He nodded towards me with a disgusting look in his eye. "She'll be knocked up in the next twenty minutes." He cackled -yes, cackled. How cliche- and thrust the needle into Blake's shoulder. I quietly gasped, being trypanophobic. The man laughed as he removed the needle and left quickly, slamming the door. Smart choice, because had he been here a few seconds longer and I would've lunged at him. I looked over to my best friend and saw his eyes begin to turn red. He was shaking, and I could see that something was reacting within him.

"Blake? Blake, come on. Cut it out, that's scary. Why are your eyes red? Blake!" This was terrifying. He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat and he was lustfully starving. I knew what was happening; how could I not? He reached out to me and with his strong hands, pushed me onto the bed below us. I felt something in my eyes and a rush of anger shot through me. I was about to push him off of me, feeling this new burst of strength, when he kissed me, and I felt myself come back.

"I'm so sorry, Fallon. I love you." I could see how much pain he was in as he tried to fight the injection, but he finally gave up. I didn't blame him. Hungry kisses came crashing down onto my lips and I knew I would have loved to kiss Blake at any other time. Now, though, I was panicking inside.

"I wish this was different," he managed to get out between more open mouthed kisses to my neck and collar bone. I wasn't exactly happy about the situation, but it... it was nice. His hands clawed at my already ripped shirt and he slipped it over my head, discarding it on the floor, and leaving me in my bra and short, cotton shorts. His lips came back down to mine and I hardly noticed him slip my shorts off as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip. He hastily ripped off his own shirt and shorts, leaving the two of us in his boxers and my bra and underwear. He continued to kiss me, his tongue swirling around in my mouth, and his hands found their way to my bra clasps. I felt my heart pick up speed but I knew that it had to be done, so I just let it happen. Before I knew it, all clothes were together on the floor. It was weird being like this with my best friend. I mean, sure, we used to bathe together as kids, but back then who really noticed the difference? My skin tingled wherever he touched me and somehow, in between the slight pain, I was in bliss. I wanted him everywhere and I needed him. He broke off from a kiss, and his eyes flashed to their normal brown ever so quickly.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to be like this." I shook my head and pulled his lips down to mine.

"It's alright. I love you, too."

Afterwards, we lay next to each other, underneath the thin white sheet. Once I told him I loved him back, the real him was gone, though, and another round of the angry lust shot through him. I didn't really mind the second time. He looked over at me, breaking me out of my train of thought.

"Don't you dare apologize again. I'm fine. It had to be done. You couldn't help it anyways." He had apologized at least... fifteen times maybe? He sighed.

"Did you... did you mean it when you said you loved me?" I looked over at him and gave him a look. He looked away so I turned his face towards me.

"Obviously." I kissed his lips lightly and enjoyed a simple, gentle kiss. "But we should get dressed. The whitecoats are probably on their way." He nodded and we both got dressed. Sure, we just had sex -twice!- but it was still awkward to change in front of him! As I was tying my black converse, I heard a bang from the vent up towards the small window in the wall. Blake gave me a look and grabbed my hand. I gave him a stupid look in return. Okay, I loved the guy, but I'm still the same girl. He did not just throw me into a dress. I still wear one half of the pants, you know! With another bang, the cover of the vent flew onto the ground and a little girl with bouncing blond curls popped out of it. She looked from us to the vent, us to the vent, us to the vent, and finally waved at us.

"Hi. I'm Angel. No time to explain, but we're rescuing you!" She yelled up to the vent. "I FOUND THEM!" Then I heard a boy's voice.

"Well don't just stand there! Bring them up here with us!"

"Hmm!" She yanked her head in the direction of the vent and waggled a hand towards her.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Blake questioned the kid. She looked like she was concentrating hard and all of a sudden, Gazzy's upside down head popped out of the vent.

"Oh. Hey, guys. Come on, we don't have much time." I heard footsteps nearing the door and turned around to find Angel already in the vent. Blake motioned for me to go first, so I pitched myself into the small pathway. Six faces were staring at me, crouched on their knees, ready to crawl to safety. Blake followed behind me, closing the vent as he turned around. A blonde girl who looked very much like Blake gave us a small smile.

"Introductions later. For now, escaping." We all scurried through the vent when I heard something through the little cover.

"Shit. We have a containment breach! Everybody move! The experiments are on the move!" We didn't stick around long enough to find out where they were going. Through many, and I mean many twisted ways through the tiny vent, we somehow made our way onto an open roof. I happily inhaled the fresh air and smiled into the sun. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake staring at me, just watching. He looked kind of sad. Before I could walk over to him and check up on him, Gazzy ran into my arms for a hug, knocking the wind out of me. I gently patted his head.

"Hey there, bud. How ya been?" He smiled up at me.

"This is my flock. The one I was telling you about." He grabbed my hand and brought me over to them. "This is my sister, Angel," he pointed to the little girl who came into our room. Next, he brought me to this beautiful girl, probably in her preteen years, with mocha colored skin and wildly curly, dark hair. "This is Nudge." He blushed a little bit when he said her name and I knew that there was a little something behind the way he said it. Then there was a boy, I'd say he was around our age, with spiky strawberry blond hair and cloudy blue eyes. "My partner in crime, Iggy." Iggy nodded at me.

"A pleasure." I snorted at his silly response. I gasped at the next person in line. My eyes widened and I had to move my bangs to make sure I was seeing the right thing. I blinked a few times.

"This, Fallon, is Fang, your uh..." He dragged off awkwardly, scratching his cheek. Fang stared at me through dark eyes. They awkwardly looked in other directions as he cracked a small, unfamiliar smile.

"So... You're my... brother." He smirked.

"So... You're my... sister." I rolled my eyes and stepped towards him.

"In the flesh." I extended my hands to his face and felt his cheek bones, mushing his cheeks between my hands, then did the same with his nose and forehead. I squeezed his lips together and poked his chin, then backed away.

"Yep. There's no denying it. We're related. Same flubby cheeks. Some call them babyish, I call them a gift." I looked to the girl who was standing close to my brother, who was also staring at me curiously. "I take it you're the infamous Maximum Ride." She blushed.

"Uh... Yeah. Hi, Fallon. Welcome to the Flock." I smiled at her. "So... where's my so-called brother?" She asked, chuckling. Everyone looked around. I turned to the opposite side of the roof and still, there was no Blake. I walked to the opposite side of the roof, expecting to see him sitting on the edge thinking. I couldn't find him anywhere, though. Sure, the roof was big, but there was only so much space to stand on. Max came up to me.

"Are you sure he made it out of the building?" She rested her hand comfortingly on my shoulder and I nodded.

"I'm sure of it. I saw him right before Gazzy was introducing everyone." I was starting to panic. Blake doesn't just leave. He made a promise to me years ago that he would never leave me. Fang walked up to the two of us.

"Still can't find him?" We shook our heads and he looked to Max. "U and A?" Max nodded and looked to me, opening her mouth.

"Up and away. I know." She looked puzzled. "I'll explain later. I just... I have a problem." Max looked momentarily terrified, but wiped the expression from her face.

"We could teach you, but not now. There's not enough time. Fang or Iggy will have to carry you until we find somewhere to stay. Then we'll teach you there." I nodded to her and looked at Fang.

"Not to be all creepy or anything, but do you want to carry me? We could catch up on the last fourteen years of each others' lives. Or, mine at least. I know a lot more about you than you think." He looked alarmed, but I shook my head. "No worries, nothing bad." He nodded.

"Okay. Well, that's good, 'cause, well, you probably know, but I'm not much of a talker anyway." I laughed.

"I know." I lightly jumped into his arms and he extended his wings. They were way more breathtaking than James Patterson described. And I'm sure that my description wouldn't do justice either. We took off and I had my first real time flying. It was amazing. I was telling Fang about my life when I started crying. Everything I had mentioned had to do with Blake; he was in my life through everything, since birth.

"Are you alright?" You could tell he wasn't used to people crying. Neither was I, buddy boy!

"I just need to find him. I..." I dragged off, wanting to say I loved him. Fang just nodded in understanding. Brother's intuition, I suppose. "Thanks." The rest of the flight was mostly silent.

How was it?
Zach: That might have been the longest chapter you have ever written.
Abby: REALLY? Can't wait until fanfiction counts the words for me! :D -waits- HOLY COW! 1.958 NOT INCLUDING AUTHORS NOTES AND THE WORD FALLON, SAYING SHE WAS NARRATING!
Zach: Wow... Impressive.
Abby: Thanks! -grins- Well, I hope you guys liked it. I have to eat dinner now, though. Then I'm going to a meeting about volunteering to dress up like a princess! Wooh! That's not community service; that's FUN! -double grins- After that, I'm partying with my friend's youth group. BOOYAH!
Zach: She never brings me to parties.
Abby: Zach, are you aware of how embarrassing that would be? Everyone would think I'm crazy.
Zach: Everyone does think you're crazy...
Abby: Yeah, but not insane. -sigh- My mother is yelling. Gotta go! Reviews seriously make me, like, the happiest person alive, so please review!

Love and Cold French Fries,
Abby

FALLON