50-th reviewer: niwet! Aha, I shall continue writing since you all love this so much.

Sierra156: Three reviews in a row at the randomest time told me to write again! (And yes, his abs in about nine years are a very hot thought)

Amaya Calypso Yuumei: If there's one thing I love, it's long reviews :D

Paco the Loser: They're about ten/eleven now. Angel/Gazzy are about...four...six.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximim Ride.

I squinted in the sky, shielding my eyes with my hand. I was currently teaching two bird kids how to fly. Gazzy and Angel's white wings spread out wide, they stood next to me; eagerly awaiting their lesson. I pulled my collar tighter around my neck as if they could see the mechanism looped around it, digging into my skin. The spikes threatened to go into my skin if I disobeyed. Jeb put it on himself.

"To ensure your safety," he had said.

I snorted at that before turning to them with a happy smile. "Alright, who's first?"

Two eager hands shot up.

"Hmm," I wonder...can I teach them at the same time?

"Me Max!" Gazzy waved his hand.

"No, me!" Angel began jumping.

"Well," I put my hands on my hips. "Let's start with wing stretches, 'kay? That way they're ready for flight."

"Okay, Max!" They both answered.

I opened my own tawny wings wide, eight-feet wide now. I slowly stretched them in the open air. "Alright, open as wide as you can!"

Gazzy stretched as far as he could, his white wings brushing against Angel's. They were both about the same size now. Well, maybe Angel was a little smaller but her wide telepathy made up for that.

"Now, slowly flap," I demonstrated carefully, avoiding making gusts of wind. "Just like that."

"Ow! Gazzy hit me!"

"Move away then!"

"Angel! Gazzy!" I paused and gave them a stern look. "Behave yourselves. I...I don't want you to get hurt."

The two blond siblings gave each other an irritated look and took a step away from each other. I gritted my teeth as something stung a small portion of my neck. I swallowed my wince and jumped into the sky, hovering just above them. The two siblings forget about their disagreement and widened their eyes in amazement.

"Uwah, Max!" Angel giggled.

"That's so cool!" Gazzy said, his eyes alight with delight.

"Try hovering a little," I urged them on. While they busied themselves, I reached around my neck and pulled the prick out of my skin. It withdrew back into the collar, thankfully. But when my fingers pulled away, blood stained the tips. Ugh, seriously?

"Look, Max!" Angel gasped. I looked down and saw her a few inches off the ground.

I smiled. "That's great, Angel. Can you try higher now?"

She nodded, her blond curls bouncing.

"Aw, no fair!" Gazzy protested, red in the face from his effort. He clenched his fists and flapped harder.

BUUUURRGGGHHH!

I immediately shot into the sky, holding my nose. "Oh my god, Gazzy!"

Angel squealed in disgust and found the strength to flap away hurriedly. "You're so stinky!"

He giggled boyishly. "Oops, sorry."

This was going to be a long lesson.