Hi everyone. I had the most awesome weekend ever. Six band girls, one living room, Lord of the Rings, and lots of Dr. Pepper at 1:00 AM after a football game = so many laughs. I swear to you we were like, in the words of THE Maximum Ride, 'a band of sugar jacked, sleep deprived chuckleheads'. Well, so Max said 'a flock', but close enough. Well, anyway, time for an update. I am extremely happy that you all loved my last chapter. Starting now big things are going to be happening. I mean majorly huge things. Things you won't believe. I don't want to give away anything just yet though. Okay, read 'NeoFlock' and 'Deadline' by Talon666 and 'Dark Blue' and 'Maximum Ride: Wings vs. Wands' by Madeline Cullen. Both are great reviewers and supporters of my story. Also, if you are into Twilight, read my story 'Solar Flare'. It's all about that amazingly cute, funny, sweet, loveable, werewolf, Seth Clearwater! So, you should definitely check that out. Okay, on with the story.

Everything's going to be just fine Mel. You're worrying over nothing Mel. We heal fast. Skye's going to be back to his old annoying self soon. Everything's fine. Deep breaths. Remain calm.

Those were the thoughts running through my head. Well, okay. So those were only the sort of positive ones.

He's hurt badly. Really hurt. Something awful is going to happen. He's going to die. It's all my fault. I could've been able to stop it. Maybe I didn't wanna stop it. Maybe I wanted this. No. I… No. Terrible thing to think. Mom I need you.

Those were the… not so positive things I was thinking. And the more I looked over my shoulder at Skye, the worse those thoughts got. I couldn't get him to a hospital. That was not an option. Too much risk. I knew my healing powers weren't strong enough to do much good. If I couldn't properly heal a black eye there was no way I could heal… whatever this was. So, if this was serious, Skye would probably end up dying.

Okay, so yeah. Even after all Skye said to me, all he put me through, I still didn't want him hurt. Okay, maybe hurt, but certainly not dead. That would crush Jewel. Skye was like her older brother. Her best friend. They'd been together for a long time. I couldn't put Jewel through that.

I knew what is was like to lose someone you were close to. I'd been yanked from my parents. Sure, I knew they were alive and vice-versa, but it still hurt that I couldn't be with them.

Suddenly, I got a strange feeling. Something was up. I could sense it. I didn't know what it was and I wasn't too sure I wanted to find out.

Before I could think about turning around, I heard Jewel shriek, "Mel!" I whipped my head around and saw Skye, plummeting towards Earth. It was the scariest sight I'd seen in my whole life and, trust me, I'd seen some pretty scary things in my life.

All of the thoughts I had been thinking earlier were instantly pushed out of my head as I did a nose dive towards Skye. I couldn't let him fall. There was no way I could let that happen. He'd definitely die then.

Jewel saw what I was doing and made a beeline for me. We both grabbed him, saving his life. Naturally, the ingrate didn't thank us. I was about to say something rude when I noticed he was shaking like a leaf and had broken out in a cold sweat. I had to get him on the ground fast.

It was hard, but Jewel and I managed to set Skye down on the ground. Of course, we were hiding in the woods again.

As soon as we laid him down, he rolled over and threw up. I was grossed out at first, but then I looked at the puke. There was a little blood in it. That was not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.

And, for the first time in my entire fourteen years of life, I completely panicked. I had no idea what to do. Skye was rolling on the ground, moaning in pain, tears streaming down his face, shaking, sweating, and I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to help him. And it scared me. It scared me more than anything.

"Mel?" Jewel asked, breaking the trance I was in. "Mel. Do something. He's going to die. Do something." she pleaded with me, green eyes wide with fear though she tried not to show it.

I looked into those green eyes and almost cried. How did I tell her there was nothing I could do? How did I tell her that I was just going to let it happen? How could I do that to her?

"Jewel," I began, trying to force myself not to cry as Skye writhed around in pain next to me. "I can't… I can't do anything for him." I told her as gently as humanly possible.

Anger shone on her delicate features. "You haven't even tried!" she growled. "You have healing powers. You can't just let him die!" she snapped, tears running down her pale cheeks.

"But Jewel-"

"Try!" she yelled. She took in a few shuddering breaths. "For me. Please? Please?" Her voice got higher and higher with every word. "He's my best friend." she sobbed, breaking my heart.

I sighed. I'd try. For Jewel. I had to. For Jewel. I bent my head towards the ground, thinking. What to do? What to do? What could I possibly do?

I took in a deep breath. "Okay, first we need to pull his shirt off of him." I told her. She nodded and helped me pull him up into a sitting position. He was still shaking like mad. Then we pulled his shirt over his head.

"Now what?" she asked looking at me with a determined look on her face. She wasn't going to let him die. And neither was I.

"Grab a water bottle out of my bag." I told her, pointing to the spot where I had laid the backpack. Jewel nodded and I proceeded to ripping off the sleeves on Skye's shirt. I was going to use them as washcloths to cool him down.

I looked at him, begging the tears to stay inside. I was scared. What if I couldn't save him? What if he died?

That won't happen. I told myself forcefully. I will save him.

Jewel handed me the water bottle and I opened it, pouring water onto the ripped sleeves. When they were good and wet, I wrung them out and set them on Skye's forehead gently.

Please be okay. I said to myself, looking into his dark, ocean blue eyes. Would this be the last time I looked into them? No time to think about that. I had to try and save him. I'd worry about other things later.

I took in a deep breath. Now, how to help him? Whatever this was, it was going on inside him. But then again, bruises lay under the skin and I could heal those. Maybe I could heal this. Maybe I could save him.

I did the only thing that made sense. I pressed both of my hands over his heart and closed my eyes as tight as I possibly could.

He has to be okay. He has to live. He just has to. I'll never forgive myself. I'll be better to him, nicer, even if he's still horrible to me. Let him call me 'Princess' all he wants. I don't care. Just let him live.

I felt a serge of force and Skye stopped shaking. I heard him let out a few sputtered coughs. I had done it. He was okay. I had saved him.

I opened my eyes and Skye was looking at me, dazed and confused. He was breathing heavily, but he seemed fine. He wasn't shaking or sweating or coughing or puking or complaining of pain or anything. He was okay. For the moment anyway.

Jewel threw her arms around me. "Oh thank you Mel! You saved him! I knew you could do it!" she squealed in one breath.

"What did you do?" Skye asked me, startling me. I hadn't expected him to say anything since he had been silent since we left Mike's house. "The pain's gone. Like it was never even there."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't know what I did. I just… did it. I don't even know what was wrong with you in the first place." Then I noticed that I was sore all over. Everything was throbbing a little. That must have taken a lot out of me.

He looked at the ground and mumbled, "Yeah… well… thanks… Princess."

I smiled to myself, careful not to let him see. "You're welcome… Sticky Fingers."

"So, now what?" Jewel asked me.

I sighed and looked at Skye's ripped shirt. I tossed it to him. "I suppose we need to go shopping for clothes." I stated, running my hand over my pants pocket where my credit card was. "Just a couple cheap things apiece. Nothing major okay. Couple t-shirts, some jeans, a new pair of shoes."

I looked at Skye, making sure he was fine one more time. He had put his, now sleeveless, shirt on. "But not now. Maybe in an hour. I think Skye needs a little rest and I wanna blog."

Jewel nodded and handed me the backpack. I pulled out the laptop and began typing while Jewel sat down next to Skye and started having a whispered conversation with him.

I caught a few phrases as I typed. "She saved your life." "How'd they find us then?" "How could you think that?!"

They were discussing me. Obviously, Skye still didn't trust me too much. Jewel was trying to convince him otherwise. I sincerely hoped she could. I was tired of the suspicion. I was tired of the fighting. It couldn't go on. One of us had to change. I had a pretty strong feeling who it was too. Me. I'd have to be the bigger person, as usual.

But I'd do it. If only for Jewel, I'd do it.

I looked up and caught Skye studying me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. I went back to typing.

I had a feeling things were going to be pretty weird around here. Well, weirder than usual. I didn't know what would come. There was only one certainty: We were getting clothes before we did anything else.

What an adventure that would be. Skye, in a store. It was hard to imagine. I, unlike Mom and Max, didn't mind shopping too much. I actually thought it was fun, but I wasn't as crazy as Nudge or even Ella. I wondered if Jewel would like it. Could I handle her if she did?

I felt something in the air. It was change and it was coming for me. It had something big planned for me. What it was, well, I wouldn't find out until it happened. Until then, I'd just have to go along with whatever life threw at me.

Okay, I hope you all enjoyed that immensely. Things get crazier from here. Change is coming fast. You can't miss my next chapter. It'll be too major. I might be updating again on Wednesday, but I don't know. It all depends. I know how much you guys enjoy these updates and how you can't wait. So, we'll see. See you soon. How soon? Well, that's all up to the world around me.