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Disclaim: I don't own the original flock, JP does. BUT I do own Nikki and Scarlett!

Max POV:

"URGH!" I grunted as I planted a firm roundhouse kick to another flimsy Flyboys chest. These stupid metallic Eraser clones maybe easier to defeat than their humanish counterparts but there was also a whole heck of alot more of them.

I'd been kicking Flyboy heinie for the past 15 minutes, as Iggy and Gazzy planted their newest creation of bomb into the main frame of the building. If you want to know, we were currently taking down the 'original' School that the flock and I had been raised in. I was so freaking glad to be finally taking down this hell hole I was hardly paying attention to the constant ache that plagued my heart.

Fang. He'd left a little over a month ago and after my two week no-eating-no-sleeping depression I was at least composed enough to be around people again. That stupid idiot. I can't believe he thought things were better this way. I hate him so much! How could he do this!

I then focused all my hurt, anger, and pain into the face of the Flyboy in front of me and took him down in one shot. I glanced to my left and saw Nudge holding her own against her Flyboy and beyond her Dylan was taking out what looked like three at a time. It's getting really creepy how good a fighter he is.

I flicked my view to my right really quickly and the shine off a cracked room door caught my attention. I stared at the door for a split second and then heard what sounded like shrill cry coming from it. What? I thought we got all the mutants out of the building?

I took off in a sprint toward the room, taking out a few more Flyboys on my way, and burst in. A quick look made me think the room was empty, until I saw a small bassinet in the corner. I rushed to it and looked down at a very tiny little baby girl. She had a head of dark fuzz and her light skin was slighty wrinkled, making me think she wasn't very old. She was crying in short bursts, her little eyes squeezed tightly shut.

I moved a little closer to her and stepped on something. A clipboard. I picked it up and saw what must have been her chart. Out of all the nonsense spread across the page, I did make out one thing...her parental DNA. I dropped the clipboard in shock at the names written there. Me. More than that, Fang. Me and Fang. This little girl was made of Me and Fang's DNA. How the heck had they gotten mine and Fang's DNA! I heard another cry and swivled my head toward the little baby again. I'd also seen on the paper that she's only 3 weeks old. She's a newborn. A poor little newborn. Technically my newborn.

A weird pull of nerves in my stomach pushed me closer to her and finally made me pick her up gently in my arms. I cradled her to my chest, her little head resting on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it. She was mine and Fang's, the offspring of me and the man that hurt and angered me so much. The baby quieted immediatly and now I was faced with a choice. Should I keep her, or not?

Suddenly my time was cut short when Dylan crashed through the door, panting hard.

"Max, we need to get out of here! Iggy set the bomb and we got 2 minutes!" He was jogging toward me as he talked but stopped short when he saw the baby in my arms.

"What's that?" He asked.

"What does it look like?" I snapped.

"A baby?" He said quietly. The baby had started to whimper when I had snapped at Dylan so I rocked from side to side, trying to soothe her.

"It's okay, it's okay" I whispered to her and she calmed once more. I looked back at Dylan who was staring at the baby like he'd never seen one before.

Then Nudge poked half her body in. I could see what looked like drywall stuck in her hair and a small trail of blood was trickling down the side of her face.

"Max! Dylan! Lets go!" she yelled then ran back out. I watched Dylan shake his head, then run out the door, looking back for only a second to see if I would follow.

I made a snap decision right then. I may hate Fang for all he did to me. But at the same time, I longed to have a real peice of him with me, to remind me of the good things about him, no matter how painful. And here she was, right here in my arms was a peice of him and me, no matter how unnatural that peice may seem. I felt love spill in my heart, for the baby and Fang, overload it, as I tucked the small little girl into my jacket and rushed out the door behind Dylan.

She would be my peice of him, my baby, my little girl. Then a name resounded in my head, whether by my doing or the Voice I don't know.

Scarlett.

Fang POV (same time, same place):

Come on!

"Ahh" I groan a little as I pulled the grate off it's hinges. I had seen Max come in here and decided to try and help her without her knowing I was here.

I've been working on my invisiblity and can now move while staying unnoticed quite easily.

I slither into the provided hole I made and come out inside a now very torn apart School. The walls and floors are all cluttered with peices of broken Flyboys and segments of drywall that have been crushed in or maybe even ripped out. Some fight went on here.

I hear some footsteps coming toward me and I turn (still invisible) to see a herd of about 5 Flyboys careening in my direction. Since they don't notice me I am able to take them all out with nothing more than a few well placed moves to their narrow ankles and orange peel like heads. I finish them off quickly and begin jogging down the cluttered hallway.

A minute later I notice a small whimpering sound coming from a door to my right. Checking to make sure no Flyboys are coming in my direction I push the door open and step inside.

The room is white, and mostly empty, except for a small white and clear cart with what seemed to be a baby inside. I tiptoe over to it and get a closer look. It's a little girl. Her head is small and delicate looking, with dark fuzz covering most of the top. Her little eyes are closed and her mouth is moving as if she is wanting to cry, but just doesn't.

I can't shake the feeling of wanting to comfort the baby, so I reach my hand out and touch one finger to her tiny balled fist. The baby stops squirming for a second and her fist opens wide enough to grab ahold of my pointer finger. I watch with a uneeded awe as her little eyelids flutter, revealing beautiful hazel ones, that oddly enough, remind me of Max.

I take another small step toward her and then hear the crunch of papers under my foot. I bend to pick them up, without taking my finger from her grasp, and start to skim what looks like the medical charts they used to keep on us when the flock and I were at the School.

The flock. For a second I feel tears prick the back of my eyes as I think about the family, and the love of my life that I left behind. But it was with good cause. I had to remember that. I closed my eyes for a second, willing the tears not to spill over. After a moment I continued scanning the document in my hands.

Then I dropped the paper.

My mouth stood agape when my eyes reached the parental DNA of this baby.

Mother: #214559 (Maximum Ride)

And even more surprising....

Father: #354555 (Fang)

Me. I'm her father. That can't be right! I've never even had sex for goodness sake! I'm 15 years old!

I bury my utter shock deep down and pick up the paper once more. I read farther down and see that she was created in a special tubing process, where they happen to have Max and My DNA and created this little baby. The farther I read the more upset for the little girl holding my finger I became. She's 3 weeks old. A newborn. Mine and Max's newborn.

My whole mind knew that this baby was created for science, for the pleasure of these lunatic scientist to experiment and test upon. But my heart beat only one thing. Max, Max, Max. Even if Max hadn't carried this child, or given birth to her, Max was still a part of this baby.

I looked really intently at the newborn and she stared back, her small hazel eyes (Max's eyes) focusing directly on mine. I didn't know a newborn could do that. A love that I'd only felt with Max overwhelmed me. But the love I felt was for this little girl. My....my daughter.

Just then I heard pounding footsteps running down the hall, and probably toward this room. I made a quick and maybe not wise decision. I pulled my now cooing daughter into my arms and quickly zipped her up in my thick leather jacket. I looked to my right and saw a small, but big enough for me window. Then, with all the speed I could muster, I pushed through the window, keeping the baby protected with one arm. I broke quickly through and unfurled my large wings as fast as I could and then gave a few hard down and up strokes until I was high above the School, with my little girl secured to me through my jacket.

I streaked through the late afternoon sun, high above the clouds, and started to think about the choice I'd just made. I had already made what felt like the hardest choice of my entire mutant life, and that was leaving the flock, and my Max. But this choice had some heavy weight too. I now had someone that needed my constant care. Could I do that for her. Could I be a good enough dad at only 15, with limited schooling and not a whole heck of a lot parent training. I hoped so, 'cause it didn't seem like I could turn back now.

But now she needed a name. I started to think. She looked small and sweet, but with Max's eyes like that she would probably have a tough edge. Then a voice that really didn't sound like my own resounded a name in my mind.

Nikki

I really hope this was good. I wanted it to seem sweet but both of them needed to be a little freaked out at the thought of being a parent, like a real parent at 15.

I don't know, but Max and Fang may be a little bit OOC but I tried to keep them in character. Sorry if I didn't!

Please review and tell me what you thought! I also need some ideas about what you might want to see happen. Like maybe showing that being a single dad is hard for Fang. Or that taking care of a newborn is harder than Max thought it would be. Or maybe just skip ahead to when the twins meet! Just throw any ideas if ya have 'em!

Thanks....stay tuned guys!

Elizem17 :)