Hey, finally a new chapter! And it was probably not worth the 4 month wait, so I'm terribly sorry. I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

FALLON

I woke up in a pair of warm, yet unfamiliar arms. Panic coursed through my veins and I jumped up from the biceps that held me captive and into a lousy attempt of a fighting stance. However, before I could get a chance to look at the owner of those arms, my surroundings caught up to me and I was falling.

Down, down, down I fell praying that the pain of the landing would only last a second.

Goodbye, open sky. It was nice knowing you.

That was when I remembered a crucial factor in my DNA. I tore off my already shredded green vest, getting ready to unleash my newest feature, when my wrist was grabbed by a coarse hand.

"Jesus, you idiot! You have wings, remember?"

I looked up at my newly found brother, Fang.

Oh, so those were the arms... I can't believe I had those thoughts about my brother.

I blushed at the thought and hastily scoffed, "What did you think I was doing? Stripping for the world to see? No thanks." With my free hand I took the rest of my vest off and expanded my wings, nodding to Fang to let go. As we were flying back to the tree, (Yea, I fell from a tree. Don't think I'm that clumsy), my twin kept quiet.

Max and the others had woken up and I noticed a brief smile light up Max's face when she saw Fang emerge. "We really need to cut slits in your vest so it's easier to take out your wings, you know." Fang held my item by his left pinky as he sat down on a large tree branch.

Then the littlest boy, the one they call The Gasman- I learned out why last night - came up to Max and Fang with a confused look on his face.

"So what do we do abou-" The kid was cut off by an icy glare from Fang.

"About what..." I questioned, thinking about what would be shut down so quickly. Then yesterday's events came rushing back to me.

Blake and I. The room. The needle. That lustful look in his eyes. His hands and er... I gasped.

Blake leaving.

I had the new sudden urge to back off of the tree branch I stood on and free fall to my certain death. I was born without wings and could die without wings. Before I got the chance to put my new, glorious idea into action, a wave of nausea rushed through me and I felt my eyes falter.

"Fallon, are you..." I felt all eyes turn to me and my world started spinning a little. That's when I tossed my cookies... damn, some cookies sound good right about now.

Gazzy looked slightly disgusted at my upchucking, Iggy and Fang looked alarmed, and Nudge and Max looked sympathetic and worried. Angel, however... Angel had wide eyes and a horrified look on her face.

When the others turned to look at her, all emotion had disappeared, and I had begun to wonder if I had imagined the look.

So... who mentioned cookies again?

Okay, I know it sucks. But it's better than nothing? I hope... So I figured some people might contradict her morning sickness, but because of the bird DNA grafted into her, the pregnancy process is sped up. I hope you liked this chapter! I thought it was interesting... but short and kinda sucky, so sorry! Flames welcome.

~Abby