Yello! (Of course, my computer doesn't know that's a word.) Hi. So… Random disclaimer anyone? Let's see… DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE!!! Good? Good. Now, onto chapter 7!!

Fang's POV

I was woken at 5 by the sounds of cupboards slamming and eventually a dish shattering. Slowly, I dressed and wandered to the kitchen. Max was at the table, her fists clenched so tightly they turned white at the knuckles. I could almost see the smoke pouring out of her ears and the holes her eyes were burning into the wall. My hand touched her shoulder and she jumped, fixating her glare on me.

"You know you could make a little noise every now and then!" I bit my tongue to refrain from being called a smart ass and rubbed soothing circles in the spot between her wings. When she finally unclenched her fists, she winced at the blood drawn by her own nails.

"Max, what's wrong?"

She focused on her hands, memorizing the cuts, "Mom called." Just when I thought she wasn't going to go on, she spoke again, "Ella was in an accident. She ran her car into a telephone pole."

"Oh?" I stopped rubbing her back and sat down beside her. The genuine love and protectiveness I felt for Ella showed on my face.

"She's fine. Concussion, sprained wrist, she'll survive." She paused, "Fang, she was drunk; far beyond the legal limit." Now she buried her head in my chest, her words half coherent, "How could she be so stupid?"

"She's young. She thinks she's bullet proof."

"Well obviously 'bulletproof' doesn't cover stupidity and driving into telephone poles."

After a moment or two, I asked, "Anything else?"

"I'm watching Noah while Mom visits Ella in the hospital. She's not getting away with this. She's going to jail."

"No doubt about it." I was a little shocked to feel Max crying into my shirt, but I held on and shushed her until the tears stopped and the hiccups began. We sat like this for the longest time, letting the silence speak for our-mostly Max's-haywire emotions.

Max's POV

"You're trying to escape. You don't want to help your wife raise your kids. You don't want to help your wife through a tough time with her ignorant sister's life. You-" I couldn't do it. I couldn't pretend to be an obnoxious house wife with no life other than yelling at her husband. I'm sure my laugh made it less than believable as well.

"Whatever." Despite himself, you could hear the smile in Fang's voice, "Love you."

"Love you too. You'll hear all about my horrific day babysitting when you get home."

"I figured." With a final kiss goodbye he was gone for the day.

My day on the other hand proved to be interesting when a call from Jefferson aroused me from nap-time.

"Hello?" I just barely stifled a yawn.

Mr. Nichol's voice was urgent and stiff, "Mrs. Ride, we've come across a small problem. Is there any way you can come in today?"

"Well, that depends. Am I welcome to bring my girls? I don't have someone to watch them at the moment."

"I don't see why not. In fact, Mrs. Hendricks can look over them while we chat." He paused briefly, "Yes, Mrs. Hendricks would be delighted to."

"I'll be there soon. Goodbye."

3rd Person POV (boy, you guys get a bit of everything today!)

The drive to Jefferson was calm, but the atmosphere changed as Max pulled into the parking lot. Something was off… as if it was missing. There wasn't much time to figure it out though; the 4 were greeted by Mr. Nichols as they walked in. He ushered Noah, Star and Sky into room 3 and Max into his office. Then everything turned from welcoming to harsh as he explained the situation at hand.

"Mrs. Ride, as you know we are required by law to do background check. Sadly, there is no background information to obtain on Mr. Ride. Why is that?"

"I don't know. Maybe…"

Principle Nichol cut me off, "Mrs. Ride I don't think you understand. There is not a spot of information anywhere. Now, this makes us wonder. Is Nicholas Ride a real person? If he's someone else, who is the Maximum Ride who sits before me? Is she fictional as well?"

"Sir, I don't understand. We have credit cards; we both have state registered licenses. Our insurance is up-to-date."

"But you have no birth certificates, for God's sake! Yes, you have credit cards. Yes, you have licenses, and I'm sure you have insurance, but where are your birth certificates? Huh? How can you have credit cards and driver's licenses and insurance without proof of your existence? Do you have like, a mind controller? Someone who can control the state into thinking you are really Mrs. and Mr. Maximum Ride?" Max took his pause for breath as a chance to take control.

"Let me call my lawyer. I'm sure she'll have something to say about this. I am Maximum Ride and he is Fa-Nicholas Martinez-Ride! There has to be some way to prove it!"

"You stuttered! You were not going to say Nicholas, were you? You were going to say his real name and thus expose yourselves for the frauds you truly are!"

"I have the right to an attorney! Now shhh, it's ringing." Max waited until the Receptionist finally picked up. "Yes, I need to speak with Angel Martinez please. It's urgent." In the seconds that passed while Angel made her way to the office, Max couldn't help but think of what the children she was responsible for were up to.

Alright, I'm ending it there for now. Any comments? Liked it? Hated it? Couldn't finish reading it because it was so horrible? (Yes, I realize that if you're reading this, you've probably read everything above.) Review anyways!

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