Last chapter. I don't own Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood, nor do I own the rights to the lives and deaths of the Maximum Ride characters. I don't know if you guys take the time to read the lyrics or not, but it's kind of important if you do for this part. The underlined and italicized lyrics are thoughs as well was lyrics. Clear? Good.

Angel's POV

My life is pretty messed up. My "dad" is dying, everyone before me has died. I have a week to live. A week to watch Jeb die and to anticipate seeing everyone I've ever loved again. I'm spending every waking moment in a hospital watching as my only family left dies. I mean, my own brother didn't tell me his time was up! He let me leave, thinking everything was fine. He knew; there was no doubt about it. He could have told me. I would have stayed. I don't think you guys understand how stupid that was. Scratch that… I don't think you understand how much I miss him.

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

It didn't help that Jeb's thoughts were calm and collected. He repeated a certain passage over and over. At first, I couldn't help but think of Gazzy. I couldn't help but relive the first time Jeb showed us the E shaped house. Sure, I was only 4, but the Gasman's words were powerful. Me being 4 made Gazzy 6 (ish), and we were always alone at the school. Being winged forced the 6 of us together; that and the fact that Jeb saved each and every one of us. He opened the door the house and patiently asked for our thoughts. We all nodded, glad to be somewhere with actual beds and no cages. The Gasman didn't say the words out loud, but they were moving and almost brought tears to my young eyes right then.

He said, or rather thought…

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Then, there was Max.

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

After Jeb left us, she was the leader. More than that; she was our motherly figure. That had to have been hard on her. But did she ever complain? No. For a while we were homeless. We had no money, nowhere to go. Every night in New York, at Anne's house, in Germany, Max would whisper to us "Someday we'll find our place in this sick and twisted world." And every night after that, she would think to herself…

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Such motivation and love broke my heart almost every time. Jeb, at this very moment, kept his thoughts just as positive. And again, I could feel my heart break.

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."

He grabs my hand. I can feel the weakness in his once strong grasp. He slowly whispers, "Don't cry, Angel. You'll be with me soon. I know about your… expiration," He says the word like it's going to kill him, not me. Despite his request, I feel tears fill my eyes. His thoughts are the same. Always the same.

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

I can feel my own strength diminishing and my body is weakening. I'm expiring.

This is our temporary home

The last thought I can hear is not Jeb's, but mine. "This is our temporary home," And slowly, I the sensation of his hand in mine slips away. We're going to die together, holding hands. I am strangely comforted by this fact, and I can somehow tell that Jeb is as well.

You know, I think this is the only part that I have actually cried over before I finished it. Normally I don't cry until I re-read it. Weird. Sad. Review?

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