A/N: Sorry I took for ever to update! I really had no plot ideas. I also have no more plot ideas for Snippets. Ideas? Request it, I'll post it!

I woke up, feeling great from a good night's sleep. And, obviously, the next emotion this bird girl felt was fear. It was the kind of fear you get from an instinct, from living with the flock. I never had a good night's sleep. There was always a fashion emergency from Nudge, an explosion from Iggy or Gazzy, or breakfast cooking in the morning. And by "breakfast coking," I mean, "fight to the death for bacon."

Something was horribly wrong. I snapped my eyes open, and did a head count. Iggy on the ground, Fang a dark head on that bed, Angel with Celeste, Nudge on her bed, and Gazzy's legs sticking out from under Iggy's bed. The whole flock was there. I was about to fall asleep again, when I realized something. Where's Ivy's flock?

"Ivy!" I screeched, running up from my bed, the whole flock jumping up into sleepy battle stances. I checked the bathroom just in case, all the beds. No notes, no nothing. I went over to Ivy's bed and found a small, square piece of paper. It simply said "Itex" on the top.

Fang was right behind me. I blinked the tears out of my eyes.

"Everyone up, and pack your bags! We're getting them," I said. I turned to Fang and handed him the small paper he skimmed quickly. His dark eyes looked at me questioningly.

"Where do you think they are?" he asked.

"Pagoda?"

"Too easy. Any other leads?" he said. I thought back to Ivy's informational packet we had stolen from the Pagoda's lab.

"John Hopkins Hospital, where Ivy was born." Fang nodded. It was the perfect place, with tons of unwanted or stolen babies to work with, and an easy excuse for medical equipment and drugs. I stepped over to my bed and put my few belongings in my backpack. I was ready for another rescue mission.

! #$%^&*

Chase bent over Ivy. She was huddled in a corner, apparently unconscious. The two kids were alone in the rusty room. By the way it jolted and moved; Chase assumed it was the back of a truck. It was cold and hard, and the double doors in the back were locked. There was no escape.

Chase concentrated his efforts on reviving Ivy. What would he do without their flock leader? He was second-in-command, so he could inherit of her power. But the thought of her dying or being taken away was unbearable for Chase. If he didn't save her now, he'd blame himself forever.

"Wake up!" he whispered. When he screamed or was too loud, whoever was driving would move in a way that jostled the back and made him hit the nearest wall flying. His wings couldn't support him at all at those times, but still he had them hanging loosely out of the slits in his jacket. It was leather and Chase was proud of it. He'd gotten it from the back of a donation truck when no one was looking.

He shook Ivy again. She didn't stir. Chase was on the edge of desperation. What had he done to wake up in the back of a truck, the person he cared about the most with him and unconscious?

He tried listening to her breathing. He curled up next to Ivy, still on her side, and tried to listen for something. He'd seen it done, but wasn't sure how. He felt slight up and down movement on her chest. That was good, right?

He tried lifting her up. Her dead weight didn't struggle as he got her into a sitting position. He grabbed her arms and started to fly up. He propped her up into a standing position. He lowered a little, hoping she could support herself. Her knees buckled and her eyes fluttered.

Ivy shook her head slightly, and Chase set her down all the way so she was sitting. She felt around with her hands. Ivy opened her eyes.

Panic flooded them immediately, and the pretty gray was watered down by fear.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"In the back of a truck, kidnapped," Chase answered. Ivy's eyes widened.

"Why?" she asked almost rhetorically.

"You know why," he answered darkly.

They sat in silence. They both knew Avery wasn't there. None of them talked about it. Avery had told them their secret. She was the director's daughter.

! #$%^&*

My trusty map of Baltimore in hand, I led the flock over to Johns Hopkins Hospital. I flapped my wings with Fang's, both of us careful to keep a rhythm and not hit each other.

I bet worry showed all over my face. Let me tell you something, I really didn't care. There was none of the usual noise, no one was fighting or arguing. I moved the tip of my wings lower, and swerved away from the group. It's in these moments that I understand Fang and his need for alone time.

There were still more highways and parks we needed to fly over. I was scared we wouldn't make it in time. But what really scared me was what I couldn't even think to myself. In time for what?

! #$%^&*

Ivy turned around, not wanting to show her weakness. She was the leader, and if Max had taught her anything, it's that the leader has to be strong. The leader can never cry. Thinking of Max made Ivy ache even more.

She didn't want Chase to see how scared she was, and how she was on the verge of tears. This time, there really would be no escape. They'd experiment on her, and make her draw. Then, maybe if she'd been good, they'd give her pellets for dinner. If not, she'd go hungry that night.

This was her worst fear. Returning to the lab. She let out a sniffle, hoping Chase hadn't heard. He just came closer and gave her a hug. They stayed like that for a while, both scared and confused, but glad they had each other.

A/N: Got the plot moving! Gray Like Ivy fans, hopefully this will be even better. Review!