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I awoke to the smell of antiseptic.

Huh? Our house is usually quite lacking in the cleaning department.

I stiffen. Immediately I bolted upright only to stupidly ram my head into a wall. I was back in my childhood home: a cage. Cursing and rubbing my bruised noggin I peered out through the bars on the door to my dog crate. White. Everything from the ceiling to the desks and down to the the lab coats the people outside were wearing was white. I felt myself involuntarily shiver. Last night suddenly came rushing back to me.

The whole flock was sprawled in the living room watching TV. Nudge and Gazzy were lying on the floor, Iggy in the recliner, and Angel was curled up in Max's lap on the couch. Fang sat beside Max. Nothing good was on so Max decided it was time to eat.

"Hey Ig, do you need any help for dinner?" Max asked.

Iggy's eyes widened. "Max," he warned, "stay away from the stove. And the knives and the oven and the toaster. Heck, stay away from the fridge!" he yelled behind his shoulder as he dashed to the kitchen.

Max glared at his retreating form and huffed. She heard snickering and gave each of the flock members the death stare.

Iggy's head popped out from the open fridge door, "Uh, we have a problem."

"What?" Max snapped.

"No food," he mumbled and fidgeted away from her intense gaze.

"Oh," Max stated, her voice softening slightly, "umm... okay. Fang, Nudge you guys come with me to the market. Iggy can you stay home with Angel and Gazzy?"

Iggy nodded, scooting back into the living room.

"Come on guys, let's head out," Max announced and bounced off the couch. "We'll be back in about half an hour." Nudge and Fang hauled themselves up and followed her to the front door.

"See you," the kids staying home called out.

Max, Fang, and Nudge tossed back a, "Bye!" And they shut the door before unfurling their wings and shooting into the evening sky.

The air was thick with the heat of the summer but it still refreshed Max just like every time she took flight. Nudge was soaring above her and Fang was by her side, his dark wings in perfect sync with hers. She turned her head to him and met his eyes.

"So, do you think Iggy and Gazzy have blown up the house yet?" she asked.

Fang smirked. "Give them five more minutes and it will probably be in ashes."

Max smiled fondly, thinking about the boys and wondering what trouble they were making with Angel. Two explosives experts and one mind-reading and manipulative seven year old would be capable of wiping out every school across North America. If they felt like doing the world a good deed, that is.

Suddenly, Max heard a faint zip! sound. And then Fang jerked back and dropped like a stone.

AN: So thanks for reading our second fanfic story. Reviews would be greatly appreciated! We'll try to update frequently but school's coming up -_- -kel and moo