A/N: This is supposed so be so catchy & welcoming, but I'm sure it won't be. If you're reading this story, (which, obviously, you are) THANK YOU. Thank you so much. Please review, whether you like or dislike. My name is Leigh, & I'm a first to or any fan fiction publishing, for that matter. I usually keep this stuff to myself, but I've been inspired to come out with it & publish in the past few months. Yes, of course there will be Fax. I'm also trying new things that I haven't read before. These are all MY ideas. So if for some reason we have the same story ideas, I honestly have never stolen a thing from anyone else. & for the most part, I don't write like anyone else. I'm not trying to. I'm me. I call this story Wonderwall, & if you haven't heard the song by Oasis, you should go check up on it NOW. It's wonderful. I base a lot of my writing on music/particular songs I've heard. I'm gathering up a playlist for this fanfic, & will post it soon, if it is wanted.

I'm trying to put some sort of quote/song lyrics/special something in an author's note at the beginnning and/or end of each chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride and/or any of it's characters, James Patterson does.

I do, however own this story, so don't jack it.

Chapter 1

I swished the last part of my warm Coke in my can absentmindedly and glanced over at the flock sleeping. Gazzy was lying flat on his back, as usual, mouth wide open. Iggy's tall frame was lying between Gazzy and Nudge. His body was slightly turned, and she was curled against his bony side. Angel and Total (and Celeste) had become one large ball, sleeping cozily. Oh, I needed sleep so bad.

"Go," Fang gestured towards them, reading my mind as he annoyingly somehow does from time to time. "I know you're wiped. I'll take first watch."

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine," I lied. He just gave me that don't-even-try-it look. "Really, I am," I persisted.

He slid a little closer to where I sat. "The tank?" he asked quietly.

I nodded ever so slightly. "It's just," I began slowly, "the last time I went to sleep, I woke up with tape over my mouth; wrists tied. And I was floating in gross fluid. Alone."

Suddenly, Iggy stirred, waking lightly. He stood silently, walking over to us, brushing Fang's feathers and my arm.

"Why're you two still up? Go to bed. I've got the post."

"Ig," I protested, "You've gotten like, an hour of sleep."

"Yeah, and God only knows what all you've done. I think you need a little more sleep than I do. Go, Max," he said, jacking a thumb over his shoulder.

"C'mon." Fang gently pulled on my elbow. I lay down, stuffing my sweatshirt under my head; Fang did the same. I turned to face him, beginning to talk, just to do something other than close my eyes.

Okay, okay. Maybe I was just a little scared. More skiddish than scared.

"Go to sleep, Max. You don't need to worry about it."

Sighing lightly, I rolled over. Suddenly, I felt a warm, thin arm slip over me. Fang was pulling me close to his side, leaning over to whisper in my ear, "Nothing is going to happen. I won't let anything happen to you."

I leaned back so my eyes could meet his. I smiled, and they lit up.

& I swear, my heart flopped over in it's chest.

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