Heya! I don't own Maximum Ride! I would like to say really quick that Dylan and Total are going to be in the story, they just aren't yet. And, this chapter is pretty long, just because I was trying my hardest. My thanks to:

BirdKid13 (thanks so much for favoriting! And I checked out your story! I really like it! Anyone else reading this should check it out!)

One other thing, I was reading this story called "50 ways to annoy Fang." You guys should read it. It's sooo funny! But if you're a guy, don't read chapter 10. Seriously. Okay! Now onto the story!

Odd Happenings.

Max's POV

I've been keeping a close eye on Coral. She seems OK, and Angel and the rest of the younger kids seem to like her. I think she's even starting to grow on Iggy too. I'm not fooled though. Neither is Fang.
I was currently doing a quick perimeter check, suggested by none other than moi. All seemed alright. No erasers or whitecoats here. Thanks to my awesome raptor vision, this job was pretty easy. The wings made it better too, but you know... Whatever. I spotted a little gleam in the corner of my eye, and turned my head to check it out.
I'm sure it's nothing.
But of course, I was wrong. The thing shot past my left wing, and I whipped around to look. What I saw looked like someone had grafted bat wings onto an unusually large gecko. It was about a foot tall, and flying upright like a bird-kid. Three more appeared behind me, and one ripped out a few of my secondary feathers, making me suck in a quick breath through my teeth.
Ow.
I tried to fight them , but they were so dang fast. Every time I threw a punch, they just flitted away. It was really annoying.
Think Max, think!
They were closing in on me, wings beating fast.
Wings... Wings! My wings!
I did a big spin in the air, whacking all four of them with my powerful, feathered wings. I hit one of them just right, snapping its neck and it went down.
Yes!
They kind of hovered in the air, trying to regain balance, so I reached out and grabbed one, pulling it's wings together, and it dropped into the forest below, making an odd hissing noise.
Two more...
I looked over at the other two, and they kind of just ... exploded. The shockwave sent me tumbling backwards in the air, trying to wipe lizard guts off me.
Oooookaaay... Exploding bat-geckos... That's new.
Finishing my rounds, I headed back to the house, and I smiled. I took a deep breath and, whoosh! I was instantly going over 200 miles per hour, and I had to stop before even a whole minute passed, but it was still exhilarating. Fang was waiting for me at the front door.

Fang's POV

I see Max coming, and lean in the doorframe.
"Hey." She said as she lands on the cliff edge, and jogs up to me.
"Hey." I said back. Then we just stood there. It was really akward.
"So..." Max murmured, breaking the silence. "Coral?"
"Fine." I responded, sticking true to my one word answers. "You?"
"Uhhh... Exploding bat-geckos." She said with a strait face.
I looked at her like she had three heads. She shrugged.
"You know what? That doesn't even surprise me." I said flatly. Max rolled her eyes and entered the house.
Exploding bat-geckos!? What?!
"Lunch!" I heard Iggy yell from inside, and closed the door behind me.

Coral's POV
"So Coral," Nudge asked. "How old are you? I'm eleven."
"Thirteen" I murmured through a mouth full of grilled cheese. Everyone looked at Nudge.
What?
"That has to be the shortest thing I've ever heard Nudge say." Puffed Iggy, who reminded me of a chipmunk with his cheeks stuffed like that.
I giggled. "Iggy you look like a chipmunk."
Gazzy laughed as Iggy instantly swallowed everything in his mouth.
"You know, you don't act thirteen." Chirped Nudge. "Angel doesn't act seven, but in a totally different way. She's all like, yeah I'm seven but I can rule the world. But your all, I'm thirteen, but I interact with fifteen year olds as of I were the same age. It's really weird how one thing can mean so many different things! Max is only fifteen but she acts like a mom. Even to us who aren't that much younger than she is and-"
"Nudge..." Max groaned and she quieted.
"Hey, I know I'm not supposed to ask," I say cautiously. "But why do you call him the Gasm-"
Blaaaaaart!
"That's why." Iggy croaked, holding his nose.
I can't even describe the smell. It was sooooo gross. I actually passed out. No kidding.
When I woke up, Nudge, Iggy and Gazzy were hanging over my head.
"Coral?" Iggy questioned, spraying F-breeze in my face.
"Iggy! Stop!" I coughed, choking on the fragrant mist. "What was that?!"
Gazzy laughed. "That's my power! Awesome, right?"
"Ummm... no." I answered. "Noctious gasses that come from your rear?! Sooo gross."
Iggy held out his hand for me, and I took it. He pulled me up and I nearly went flying.
"Wow. You are really light." Then he touched my face. I nearly recoiled, but remembered he was blind. He laughed. "Wow. I think pink is your color."
I was confused for a moment, untill I realized I was blushing.
Embarrassing.
"Iggy can feel colors! Isn't that cool?" Nudge exclaimed with high enthusiasm.
"Way cool." I answered. "Watch this!" Opened my eyes really wide and started flickering the color randomly.
"Whoa!" Gasman breathed, obviously impressed.
"What? What?" Iggy asked, annoyed.
"There's so many colors!" Nudge squealed. "Iggy, her eyes! She's changing them so fast I can't keep up!"
"Thanks for the visual display. Want me to poke your eye to see it?" He responded, irritation showing obvious in his tone.
"Whatever, Iggy. Don't be a party pooper." Gazzy said, then added, "any other tricks?"
"Ummm..." I thought for a moment. "I can do headlights!"
All three of them looked at me, confused. "Headlights?" Gazzy inquired.
"You'll see."
Then I bit my lip, concentrating hard. I closed my eyes. I felt energy flow to them, and I wiggled my eyebrows for show. Nudge and Gazzy laughed. I flicked open my eyes and blue light instantly flowed out of them. The whites of my eyes were aglow with pure energy, sending a bright light throughout the room.
"No Way!" Exclaimed Gazzy, and Nudge squealed with delight.
"Iggy! Iggy!" She squeaked. "Her eyes lit up! It's all blue and the whole room just got really bright! That is so cool!"
Iggy looked impressed. I blinked rapidly, creating instant strobe lights. The edges of exhaustion began to seep into my veins, and I let the light fade, breathing heavily.
"Awww, why'd you stop?" Gazzy whined and I chuckled.
"Sorry Gaz. That's really tiring." I answered, and we walked into the living room together. I think I may fit in here after all. Max is sitting on the couch. She turns and scowls at me.
Maybe I spoke too soon.
"Where's Angel?" Nudge asked. "I wanna ask her opinion on theses new shoes I got the other day."
"Dunno." Fang answers,who was invisible on the couch just a minute ago, and I started. He smirked and sat very still, disappearing again, right before my eyes.
"Does he... Do that often?" I asked, sorta freaked.
Just then, little miss mind reader made her appearance. She noded, smiling an angelic smile at me.
So cute.
Fang reappeared, amused at my reaction to his ability. I knew he didn't trust me, but he didnt show it as much as Max, and I appreciated that. I did a half scowl, half smile, which I was extremely good at. He just smirked and layed back. Max was watching him, an edge of worry in her gaze. I didn't see anything wrong. I wonder what it was.

Max's POV
Fang was acting totally normal. Except for one thing. He was sitting back on the couch. Someone who didnt know Fang as well as me would see nothing wrong. But I know Fang, and Fang hardly ever sits on the couch. Much less relaxes on the couch. He was always leaning against some wall or doorframe, silently alert. The only thing normal about his current position was the silent part. I stared at him, trying to decipher any other differences.
"Max, stop staring. Your gonna burn a hole in my shirt." He murmured without even opening his eyes.
I blinked, and felt my cheeks redden. He opened one eyes and looked at me.
"Aww, look. Maxie was caught staring at the guy she looooooves." He smirked. "Thiiiiiiis much." (A/N: this is a reference from when Max was trying to get that chip out and was drugged. In case you didn't know.)
I slugged him. "Go take a shower pretty boy. You smell like old cheese."
A look of uncertainty crossed his face, but it was gone so fast I wondered If I imagined it. He hauled himself up from the couch, and wobbled a bit before taking a few slow steps. Then he stopped.
"Fang?" I said nervously, as did Nudge and, of all people, Coral. He took a few more steps, so he was in the doorway, and grabbed a hold of the frame to steady himself.
"Fang, what's wrong? You'd better tell me or I'll-"
"I'm fine." He muttered. Right before sunk to the ground, and sat heavily.
Nudge was the only person in position to see his face, and she sounded scared when she whispered, "Fang?"
"I'm fine." He muttered again, but now I was seriously not buying it. Cause I totally was before. Not.
I rushed over to him to help, and so did Coral. I gave her a scowl. I hated her the most, and she had to sleep in my room. Great.
"Yeah, your totally fine." I said sarcastically. "Says the guy who could barely stand up, then just sat down in the door way. And you did that cause your 'fine'. Yeah right."
"Max, stop fussing. I'm...really...fine." Then he just fell asleep. Not passed out. Just... Asleep. Weird.
I started to pick him up, and Coral reaced over to help me. I slapped her hand away. She looked taken aback.
"Don't you dare touch him. I know what you're doing." I growled, only loud enough for her to hear, then louder I said, "Iggy, Fang just fell asleep, can you help me get him to his room?"
"Fell asleep?" He chuckled. "Fang?"
"Iggy!" I snapped, and he instantly realized I wasn't kidding and came over to us, following my voice. We each put an arm under his knees and and an arm behind his back, making a sort of chair thingy. Carrying him up the stairs, we opened the second door to the left, (with our elbows. Complicated process. I won't bore you with the details.) and placed him in his bed. Pulling the covers over him, I smiled, despite my worry, at his peaceful face. It was very un-Fang like.

Fang's POV
No! I am NOT asleep. I can hear you! But I can't... Move. Holy crap.
I was weak before but this is...is... Freaky. I did a quick self check. Still can't move. Eyes closed. Breathing even. Completely like sleeping. I hated this feeling. A lot. It was like I was me, but I wasn't attached to my body, like, nothing I did responded with it. I could still feel stuff though. And I was really hot. Not good looking hot. Hot, hot. Like, sweaty and uncomfortable, hot.
Honestly, I would really prefer being attacked by a bunch of erasers who hadn't been fed in three days.
"Awww... He's so cute when he's sleeping." I heard Max croon, and chuckled on the inside.
Note to self: tease Max about that later.
I heard Max leave. This. Was. Really. Boring. I. Need. To. Move.
Sooner or later, I actually did fall asleep, thanks to sheer boredom.
I dreamed about Max.

hope you liked the sweet little ending there. It made me smile. Oh, and about the exploding bat-gecko thingies, this won't be the last time you see them. Please review! :)