A/N: Hey, all. Shout out to Dozen-Glass-Roses for beautiful on-screen similes. They're sweetness on the screen, or some other such flowery simile. Beautiful. I love to hear stuff like that. It really makes my day when someone reviews and actually tells me something that they liked about the chapter instead of just a bland two words. (Not that I don't appreciate that; it's just if you're going to review, you might as well do it right.)

(I'm not even going to get started.)

(Okay, well, maybe I am.)

After we read Max's book, this one, at least, Iggy and I put our heads together. We decided to try to think of a way to stop her from this…insanity. The insanity being, of course, trying to write from inside someone else's head.

Although Iggy did like Mr. Patterson's inclusion of the Maxketeers, I talked him out of allowing the sins of impersonation continue. (Whether or not that is actually a sin is unbeknownst to any of us winged kids, but it just sounded cool to me.) Unfortunately, even though Iggy and I threatened her many times (with clipping, maple syrup, butcher knives, ect) she never quite got it through to Mr. Patterson that he was to stop doing so.

So the misery continues.

Anyway.

I wake suddenly to a loud crash and my eyes fly open. I instinctively to a full 360 degree scan to see any danger and my eyes land on Max lying in a scraggly heap on the floor. Nudge is still asleep. Max swears and pulls herself up, and I glance out the window.

Shat.

It's dark outside, and a full moon is shining brightly, laying strips of light in through the windows. I sneeze violently as Max shakes Nudge violently. Nudge moans and attempts to push Max off.

Oh, crap. Oh, crap. We just wasted, like, twelve hours sleeping like piglets. I pull my Mr. Cool, Calm & Collected mask on over my panicked expression. Ah, that's better.

"Nudge! Nudge! Wake up!" Max shouts. Nudge rolls over and blinks. "Oh, man…" Max moans. I swing my legs over the couch as she glances at me.

"What time is it?" I ask her calmly.

"Almost morning!" she shouts, panic bubbling up inside her voice. "Of the next day!"

I slide to my feet and go straight to the cupboard, pulling out my backpack and stuffing it with food.

"What's happ'nin'?" Nudge mumbles incoherently.

"We fell asleep!" Max yells, and I resist the urge to add the words obviously, and what do you think we are, stupid? But I feel bad. Max is panicking. She loves that little girl to death.

By now, Max has her shoes on. "Fang, you can't carry all that," she tells me. "It'll weigh you down. Nothing's heavier than cans."

I shrug and pull on the backpack, stretching it under my wings. Inside, I glow with her concern, but the blackness of my exterior shuts it out before it can reach Max's eyes. I slip through the room and shimmy out through the window, dropping to the ground below me with barely a crunch.

I lift into the air and circle high above like a hawk. Below me, the tiny cabins are all sleeping, and I can barely distinguish ours from the rest. But then I see Nudge popping out the window like a movie into a return slot, and Max throwing herself out after. They take a running start and lift into the air after me, Max speeding along toward the northwest, Nudge following sleepily behind, and me gliding along behind them, like some sort of Secret Service angel.

Max flaps urgently for a few hours without speaking. She isn't remembering to use the air currents to save her energy, and when she does, it is clumsily. I glide up to her, not about to let her wallow in self-pity for another moment.

"We had to rest," I tell her.

She shoots me an upset glance. "For ten hours?" she asks me. Just from her tone of voice I can tell that she's still beating herself black and blue about it.

I sigh internally. "Today we've got another four hours to go, maybe a bit more," I tell her patiently. "We couldn't have done it in one shot. It was late when we left. We're going to have to stop again anyway, right before we get there, and refuel."

She agrees with me reluctantly. A cloud of dread is weighing on my chest like an extra two thousand pounds. I feel like I could drop through the clouds and spiral down to the earth, landing in a big crater on the ground.

We fly in silence for a little while longer, maybe about an hour. Then I can't take it anymore.

"We going to storm the place or what?" I ask, because for all her reviewing on Plan B, Plan A hadn't really been explained yet.

Nudge gives a hard downstroke and soared forward, so that she is gliding below us with her arms outstretched like Superman. "Yeah, Max, I was wondering that too," she calls so we can hear her. "I mean, there's only three of us, and a whole bunch of them. And the Erasers have guns. Could we, like, drive truck through the gates? Or even into a building? Or maybe we could wait till nightfall, sneak in, and sneak in, and sneak out with Angel before anyone notices us."

This seems to cheer her up a bit, and she flies along in silence for a bit. I wonder again why Max didn't cave to Iggy and Gazzy to let them come. On the first hand, I still feel bad about leaving them there. On the second hand, I love both these girls, but I'd appreciate some brotherly Y chromosome. And on the third hand, and if you tell anyone this I will cheerfully break every bone in your body, I miss my bros. They always lighten things up around here.

Wait a second. Let me just dig up a third hand. I know I have one around here somewhere…

At this point, we are starting to pass above suburbia. A gray road loops and spirals below us, with tiny little cars moving slowly on it. Big flat roofs cover a surprising amount of land, and tiny clusters of houses zoom by. We pass a school district, and a flock of birds flies by, checking us out. If they had eyebrows, they'd be raised to the heavenly dome.

"Gosh," Nudge blabs, "I wonder what Iggy and the Gasman are doing now? Maybe they got the TV working again. I hope they don't feel too bad. It would have – I mean, I guess it's kind of easier for them to be home. But I bet they're not cleaning up or getting wood or any of they're chores."

I wonder what she was going to say. Then I realize that she was going to say that it would have been nice for them to be here with us, sharing this experience.

I wholeheartedly agree.

Next to me, Max looks down for a moment, then takes a second glance. I follow her gaze to see a bunch of large boys surrounding a small girl.

Oh, no. No, Max. Please, tell me no. I feel a scream building up inside me, and I swallow it down.

Max meets my eyes and opens her mouth.

"No." It's an order. She is not going down there.

She narrows her eyes, a tiny crinkle appearing between her eyebrows. She opens her mouth to try again.

"No."

Then she remembers that she's the leader. "Meet me at the northernmost point of Lake Mead," she says.

"What? What are you talking about?" Nudge asks, sounding confused. Then she remembers something familiar to her. "Are we stopping? I'm hungry again."

"Max wants to go be Supergirl, defender of the weak," I say, irritated. Who is the one beating herself up after we took a rest that we needed? Who is the one who's too panicked to even notice the clunky white bandage on my arm? And now, who is the one who wants to help some strange kid who probably doesn't even deserve it?

"Oh," said Nudge. She looks down, waiting for something to become clear to her. She doesn't get it.

Angel. Angel. Angel. I attempt to transmit my thoughts to her. Unfortunately, unlike Angel, I can't transmit thoughts. She needs to get these vibes. I swallow another scream. Angel. Angel. Angel.

"Oh! Max, remember when you got that little rabbit away from the fox, and we kept it in a carton in the kitchen, and then when it was well we let it go? That was cool." Nudge takes a deep breath, then says very quickly, "Did you see another rabbit?"

"Kind of." Max circles. "It'll take two seconds."

I refuse to meet her eyes.

"I'll catch up with you before you've gone forty miles," she promises. Do I detect a pleading tone in her voice? "Just keep on course, and if anything weird happens, I'll meet you at Lake Mead."

There's a pause that Max obviously expects me to fill. When I don't, she says in a chipper little voice, "Okay. See you in a few."

Then she dives down toward the ground, not once bothering to look back up at her miniflock: the confused Nudge and betrayed me, staring after her long after she's forgotten about him.

There goes Max to save Ella. Obviously we won't be following her. Fang has made it clear what he thinks about writing inside fellow Flock member's heads.

Since the next chapter with Fang in it is from FPOV (Fang Point Of View), I was wondering what y'all would think if I let him have another little rant about it. This one would probably be more explosive, since it's his head that's getting violated.

Kisses, Schne.

F/N: (FANGNOTE) Hi. Maia mite edit out my rant if u guys vote for it. Please dont. She alredy dus enuf editing as it is – catching my tens slips, speling erors and other stuf. (I axed her to leave this paragraf alon. I want u gys to see how it really is.) But the wurds she leaves the same. Exept f its in the rong tens. Im axing you gys to please vote to leave the rant in – becos ill rite it wether or not you say yes. I just don't want all my hard wurk to be 4 nothing. Thnx gys I rely apresiat it. Oh yeah and in order to vote you must revu. Its going to be best out of 10 votes. Which means that 10 pepl must revu!