Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. James Patterson owns it all.

Okay guys so I happened upon a few months ago, don't really know how I got to the Maximum Ride Archives but I did and I basically became obsessed with the fanfics about it but haven't really read the books. I was going to after I read a few of the fics but then I came across one that had a spoiler on Fang(the book, not the person) and I was so heartbroken he left that I decided not to read the books because they would make me sad again. (I know I didn't even have to read the books and even I feel heartbroken after Fang's departure. That's courtesy of the kick-ass Maximum Ride authors out there. Anyway, first Maximum Ride fanfic, second fanfic ever sooooooooo…enjoy? Yeah don't really ever know how end these intro's so just scroll down.

Fang's POV

I don't really see why nearly all the kids in school find that skiing is better than snowboarding. I mean it's not like there's much of a difference. I mean speed is the main difference. Skiing gives you a boost on speed and it's easier to go over flats but skiing can cause pain in your knees and no way in hell am I going it let that mess up my track record. Literally.

For those of you who don't already know I'm on my school's track team. Yeah, I know I should be on the football team with a body like mine but when the coach heard that I had a….mild case of anger management issues he figured that I would probably harm his team more than good. So now I am on my school's track team. And yes ladies, I have won all the competitions I've been in. My main events being the high jump, the long jump, and the 400 meter-dash, though I am very good in the shot-put, not that I'm bragging or anything.

Anyway, back to the skiing/snowboarding controversy. I'll admit skiing has its advantages but at the end of the day I like having the slight challenge of balancing for the snowboard. That is the challenge for regular people. Personally I think snowboarding is better, especially when Dilly-boy uses skis'.

Well, that's it for now (I know your all heart-broken).

Read On,

Fang

As I quickly posted the new update to my blog I noticed Iggy chatting up a brown-haired girl across the café. Shutting my laptop and sliding it into my backpack I grabbed my coffee and slinked my way through the crowd.

As I was getting there I caught the tail-end of their conversation, well I caught the end of Iggy's rejection.

"Quick question, how long did it take you to look up that pick up line?" she didn't give him time to answer when she plowed on, "Follow up question, did you practice that in front of a mirror before you used it on the last girl?"

Seeing his blush was answer enough, "I thought so," she stated laughing. Turning around she quickly strode from the café and out into the cold air that could stop a deer in its tracks but not the crazy-assed snowboarders and skiers from claiming the mountain trails.

"What line?" I asked him.

"What has 142 teeth and can hold back the incredible hulk?" his voice lowered to a mumble, "My zipper"

"You're hopeless," I state shaking my head.

"And you're practically mute," he shot back.

"Mute you can't talk. I just used four."

"Hence why I said practically."

"Hence?" I stared at him accusingly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's just hit the slopes," he said staring after the long-gone figure of the girl.

Max's POV

While I was waiting for Damian to finish teaching his snowboarding class a tall, strawberry-blonde boy approached me.

"Hey, babe, I've got a question for you. If you answer correctly you get a prize," the boy leered.

"What is it?" I asked in exasperation.

"What has 142 teeth and can hold the incredible hulk?"

Not really caring I sighed and asked, "I don't know. What?"

"My zipper," he quipped, thoroughly invading my personal space.

"If it's big and green you should probably have a doctor look at that, but then again you probably have the incredible hulk confused with Mini-Me," I retorted, "Quick question, how long did it take you to look up that pick up line? Follow up question, did you practice that in the mirror before you used it on the last girl." His blush was answer enough. "That's what I thought."

As I was turning to leave I caught sight of another tall boy clad in a black ski jacket but he had stark black hair. The only reason he actually caught my attention was that his eyes were obsidian black. Well, that and he was totally gorgeous. Brushing off his mesmerizing eyes and the fact they seemed to be following me and the player's conversation, I continued on to the door.

As I pushed open the door I was hit with a freezing blast of air. Deciding it was too cold to wait for Damian outside I scoured the grounds for a shop I could wait in. Spotting a ski shop I was making my way towards its deep green door when I heard a voice call out to me. Turning around I spotted Damian racing towards me, well, the snow kind of made it hard so he ended up face planting when his foot sunk into the white powder.

Making my way towards him I call out, "Should it worry me that a person who teaches little children how to balance on a snowboard manages to trip over his own feet when walking."

Pushing himself from the ground he slings his arm around my shoulders and answers, "You're hilarious but this person kicks-ass snowboarding so I think the little ones will be fine."

As we enter the shop, I asked if there was any chance I could borrow his snowboard for a quick ride on one of the trails.

Laughing, he replied, "It will be more than a quick ride, little one. It will take you at least a couple of days to actually learn how to balance on a snowboard, let alone how to ride one."

Grabbing a purple and black jacket from the rack and looking up into Damian's deep green eyes, I raise my eyebrows at him. "You question my ability to learn quickly?"

He froze, "It's not that…it's more of I don't want my boss' daughter breaking her neck under my watch."

Seeing his reaction I throw the jacket I found at him, "Maybe you're the one who truly needs that."

Recovering from his shock, he snatches the jacket out of the air like the bodyguard he really is and holds it in front of my face, "You know I could use this and look it's the last one in this color, too! You're so good to me!" He exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Spinning around I looked at the rack I got it from only to see he was right. Turning on him I hold out my hand, "Give it to me."

He put his free hand to his chin in the classic thinking pose, "No I think I'll keep it," he replied turning towards the cashier.

Without a second thought I took two steps and launched myself at his back, "Give it to me you big lug!" I exclaim, reaching for the jacket.

Laughing like I wasn't a complete lunatic he hands me the jacket and calmly approaches the frightened cashier.

Slipping from his back, I hand the women my jacket, "I would like to purchase this please," I say, my voice taking on an innocent tone that I often use with my father.

Starting forward from the corner she had wedged herself in like a startled animal the cashier nodded and rang me up, "That will be, um, $349.50," she stated though it came out more like a question. Handing her my centurion card I turned to Damian, "Stay here I need to find a pair of boots to go with it," not giving him time to answer I turn and disappear into the racks of clothes.

Scouring the wall for the perfect shoes I finally set my sights on a black-toed boot that bleeds to purple with light blue streaks going through it. Ignoring the price and grabbing the shoe from the wall I bring it to the cashier, "I would like to purchase a size 7 pair of these."

Eying the shoe like I was handing her a bomb the cashier reluctantly took it and turned to the doorway behind her, "I'll be right back," she states eying us like we might steal something.

As soon as she vanished through the doorway Damian bent down, much to my annoyance, and whispered in my ear, "Do you enjoy scaring the living crap out of people or is it just an accident?"

Turning around to face his six foot, five inch tall ass I sit on the counter in an attempt to even out our heights, "It's usually reoccurring accidents but with you?" I poke him in the chest, "Definitely a pleasure of mine."

Leaning in he wrapped his arms around me, "Is that so?" he whispered huskily in my ear, causing me to shiver. Leaning back he stated, "Looks like you're the one that needs that jacket now, huh?"

Shoving him even farther away I exclaim, "You're such a jack-ass!"

Catching my hand he states, "You know you love me, though."

"Uh, um," a throat clears from behind us, causing us to turn to see the girl glaring at us. "Your total is $549.45 with the added total of the ski boots," she states all traces of her previous fear gone.

I turn back to face Damian, "My card please," I say holding out my hand. He reaches into his back pocket and hands my card to the lady.

Grabbing the card and quickly swiping it she gasps. Looking between me and the screen a few times she recovers and plasters on a fake smile, "Hello Miss Ride! I take it your vacation here has been exciting."

Sighing I turned back to face her, "Yes, I'm sure if my father were here he would love it."

Smiling like I just gave her the winning lottery ticket she replied, "Excellent! I hope to see you and your father on your next trip to the Mountain."

"Of course," I assure her as I gather my bags and black card. Knowing full well my father was far too busy to take something as simple as a "vacation."

Slinging his arm around my shoulders Damian guides me to the exit of the store. As we step outside he leans down and whispers in my ear, "I'm sorry." This is what I love about Damian not only was he the youngest of employees under my father's payroll, being only seven years older than me at 24, but he got me. He knew that I absolutely loathed it when people were only nice to me because of my father. He knew that even worse I hated that I rarely ever got to actually him, what with him always working on his experiments.

Smiling I stop walking and turn Damian to face me, "If I can beat you to that god awful dungeon that this place calls 'locker rooms' I get to go snowboarding using your board without your supervision."

"Is that so?" I bite my lower lip and nod my head. "Well than I guess I better get a head start than," he said before bolting in the direction of the lockers rooms across the square.

Sprinting after him I quickly over-take him and tapped in the code bursting into the men's locker room avoiding all the stares and surprised shrieks emanating from the men scattered throughout the rows. To my surprise Damian had managed to catch up and tackled me to the ground.

"Do I want to know how you managed to get your hands on the code to the men's locker room?" he questioned warily, pinning me to the floor.

Grinning up at him I replied, "I called the front desk and told them that my boyfriend had forgotten a, uh," I let out a laugh, "box of something in his locker but had to go home early so he asked me to retrieve it."

"Dude! Get your girlfriend out of here!" someone exclaimed. Looking up I see a boy with dark-blonde hair and piercing turquoise eyes. The most unsettling part was he was wearing only a pair of tighty-whities. Turning back to Damian I realize that we are in a somewhat…intimate position. Blushing I push him off of me and mumble a quick apology before Damian stands up and grabs my hand, effectively dragging me away from the half-naked boy.

"Come on Max, my locker's over here."

Keeping my head down I am lead by Damian to a row of lockers that, thank God, had nobody in them.

Quickly withdrawing a slim key from his back pocket Damian reached behind me and unlocked his locker. Moving aside I watched as he smiled at me and pulled out his most prized possession, his snowboard.

"Maximum Ride, I would like you to meet Sherri," he said gesturing to a black snowboard with cherry red swirls going through it.

"It's beautiful," I replied eyeing the board.

"I know," he said pulling the board to his chest before tucking it into his side, "We should probably start heading to the trails." He stated trying to find a way around me.

"Uh, uh, uh," I tsk putting my hand to his chest, "Did you forget our deal? I get to go snowboarding without your supervision."

"But-"

"No buts! Please Damian," I plead wrapping my arms around his neck. Looking down at my begging face Damian caved.

"Okay, but only, if you promise to go easy on her," he begged looking down to the board, stroking it, "She's delicate."

Squealing, which is as rare as it can get, I stood up on my tippy-toes and kissed Damian on his cheek, "Thank you! Thank you. Thank you," I said ending each exclamation with a kiss to his strong, defined face.

Laughing he pushed me back and said, "Enough! Just do me a favor and try not to get to much snow in that pretty little face of yours. I really don't want to have to explain to your father why his precious little girl has a cold and her face resembles something from 'Igor.'"

Pulling away from him, I admitted a quick,"Gross," before I eased the board out of his grasp. I quickly pulled off the tags from my new clothes and shoved them back into the back pulling on my warm coat. Stuffing my feet into the boots, I stood and made my way to the trashcan. Quickly throwing the bag away

After I escaped the confines of the sweaty prison, I made my way over to the ski lift. Making sure Damian didn't see me I claimed a seat headed straight to the top. Just as I was starting to enjoy the view I noticed the black-haired boy from the café sitting next to me. Turning to face him I question why he was staring at me.

After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only half a minute he replied, "Turned down Iggy."

I'm positive he could see my confusion, "Good for you?"

Shaking his head he clarified, "No, you turned down Iggy."

"Am I supposed to know what that is?"

Sighing he clarified, in a normal person's wording, as opposed to his previous caveman speak, "My friend. You turned down my friend. In the café earlier."

Realization hitting me I sigh, "Oh. So that's why you were listening in on our conversation."

He smiled at me and I swear my heart stopped. God, could one person's smile be so breath-taking, shaking my head in attempt to clear my thoughts I realized we were approaching the peak of the mountain. In other words, we were approaching our stop. I quickly took the board which had recently been across my lap and bent down to fix it to my boots.

"So, how long have you been boarding?"

"This is my first time," I say fixing Damian's goggles over my eyes, unbuckling the seatbelt and jumping from the lift.

Fang's POV

It took me a second to process what she was saying, by then she had already left the carriage. Swiftly unbuckling the belt and jumping from the lift I was suddenly thankful I had already strapped up my board.

When I landed, I skidded down a steep slope before I regained control. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur of black and purple and veered in the direction of the blur. Damn she's fast. I need to bump up my pace. When I was close enough for her to hear me I shouted to her, "You're approaching a drop! You need to slow down or you'll go over!" If she heard me, which I'm assuming she did, she didn't care. How the hell has she not ate it yet? This better not test her luck, cause if she does, it's her life on the line. Noticing I was about fifty feet from the drop I slowed down. No way in hell am I going over with crazy -ass over here. Fang, calm down! If she's this good she probably was lying about this being her first time.

Slowing and stopping at the edge I watched as she went over. While she was in the air she flipped backwards twice and I swear it was like she was flying. When she hit the ground at the end of the drop I was surprised that she landed it perfectly. She jumped and started going down the next slope when she noticed I wasn't there. She waved at me from the bottom like she wasn't a crazy person. Turning back around she flew down the next trail.

Shaking my head for what felt like the millionth time that day I couldn't help but let a smile slip onto my face at her bravery. God, what is it about her that makes me smile so much? I didn't smile this much all last week. I didn't get to contemplate that question to long because I noticed a trio of people headed straight at me. Jumping out of the way, I unclipped my board from my feet and headed further up the hill so I could get more speed when I hit the jump. Because, let's face it, if I jumped from the edge over there I would probably break my neck. Restrapping my snowboard to my feet I jumped back onto the trail this time, though, I didn't wuss out. I jumped and I got serious air. I grabbed the board and flipped through the air like I had seen that girl do and I landed it! Not exactly as graceful but pretty damn well.

When I got to the bottom of the mountain and back into the square where I was to meet Iggy to go back home I saw the brownish-blonde haired girl. The only difference now was that she was with a man. She was hugging the man. He didn't seem that old, maybe in his early twenties. His hair was black like mine, he had olive skin like mine, and he was tall. Taller than me though, which is nearly impossible unless you're like a basketball star or something. I mean I'm like 6'2'' his dude looked like he was 6'7'' or something. Whenever I saw her hugging him though, some unknown feeling ripped through me. As I got closer to them I heard the girl thank him for letting her borrow his skies. The thing that really through me off though, was he asked her how the bunny slopes were.

What the hell? We weren't on the beginner slopes we were on the double black diamond slopes. Was she serious when she said it was her first time skiing? That jump? It was virtually impossible for any beginner to make. Hell, it was impossible for anyone short of expert to pull off. If that's true how the hell did she make it?

"Yo, Fang man! You ready to ditch this popsicle stand?" he questioned, smiling like he was the most hilarious man on Earth.

With a quick look back at the mysterious girl I turned and headed for the parking lot with Iggy,

my midnight black board tucked under my arm.

On the way home I only knew one thing for sure. No way in hell would I be able to forget about that girl until I saw her again. Even if I had to drive the twenty miles each day just to make it to the mountain. I had to see that strange girl again.

Okay tell me what you thought. This took me like seven hours to write, yeah I know. It is currently nine pages on Microsoft and over 3, 550 words. It is currently two in the morning and I should have gone to sleep a long time ago but I had to get this out of my head and out there.

Read On,

Eva (Nickname, no way am I giving out my real name. Too paranoid. :P Anyway, Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee!)