Hey guys, just a quick note, this is a sequel to the first story named freedom of flight, I would seriously consider reading that before this, as new characters and stuff in that are featured in this...

now that's over...hey guys, if you have come from freedom of flight give me a woop! So here we are again, told you I wouldn't be too long...thankyou for your support in the first story and I hope you like the second installation...keep the reviews, PMs witty comments (mama booknerd ;)) coming and I love you all...

If your a cheeky monkey who is reading this, not having read freedom of flight the first then, I hope you feel like home, you are welcome and I love the fact your going against the man! Which is me...except I'm a girl, and not the man, just a writer.

Disclaimer: only going to say this once! I am not James Patterson, unfortunately, I do not own maximum ride, I own the plot and nothing else, apart from the characters Flick and Sam (-only mentioned). Also I'm british and not american where the story is set, and author, i appreciate that the story was, but I simply just don't know American slang, but I shall do my best...(I had a comment about that before, if that doesn't bother you then forget my last sentence :) ) Cheers big ears! And begin...

Flick looked around the room before she closed her eyes to sleep, not having Sam next to her was torture beyond belief. She even nodded off and waking when she couldn't feel him, she so wished he was there just for more a second, so she could just say goodbye properly. It pained her that she didn't know that last thing that she said him or the last thing he said to her. It didn't matter he was gone now, if things had gone differently, if she was shot instead of him...she couldn't think like that though. She got up frustrated by the fact she couldn't sleep without him, she was a being a child. She padded her way to the kitchen. Stopping and turning to face to living room, at first she thought sam was standing there, finding Iggy standing just inches away. She knew it was Iggy from the height of the silhouette. Giving a little inaudible yelp.
"Sorry" he whispered, I was getting a drink. "Can't sleep eh?"
"You have no idea..." She said.
"Come sit next to uncle Iggy, and tell him all about it..." She chuckled a little bit, holding back then giving in. It must have been early morning because there was the blue glow of sun rise fighting its way through the gaps in the curtain. "You miss him don't you..."
"Yeah..." She choked up a little. "I feel so empty..." She couldn't believe herself telling him this. She felt like she could trust Iggy, she saw a likeness between him and Sam, like they could have been brothers. Wouldn't that have been a turn in events?
"I'm not going to lie, I don't know what that feels like, but if it's any consolation I really miss Ella too, I reach out for her and she's not there to guide me through the obstacle of everyday life..."
"That's deep..." Flick said, partly joking.
"I'm a poet and you didn't know it" Iggy, joked back. There was a pause.
"Why is it this way? Why can't things just be good for once?" Iggy patted Flick's leg.
"Well, bird kid law states that we can never have good things happen to us-" Iggy paused for a moment.
"What?-" he shushed her, it is obvious he heard something.
"Sorry, I thought I heard-" he stopped again. "Never mind"
"That amazing how your senses-" flick heard something that time, it sounded like a window...then a body dangled down in front if the window, it looked like Fang, but they weren't sure.
"Flick what is it?"
"Fang and Max having a midnight fly..." Iggy mentally rolls his eyes.
"Sam and I used to catch a wind current or two, just to have the freedom of flight, just the two of us.
"I know what you mean..." Iggy leaned closer. "Don't tell Max, she would kill me, but I've taken Ella up, just for half hour or so..."
"Nice, what did she think?"
"She was scared at first, being many feet in the air in the arms of a blind kid is enough to fill anyone with confidence"

"Why him?" Flick shouted at the white coat.
"Because my dear, it was never about him, it was all about you... We used him to get you, he was disposable"
"He was a person!" Flick was close to tears.
"You can't say his name can you?" Flick gave her the look of death, she hoped that the look had the potential of its name, sadly not. The white coat was not even flinching.
"Neither can you..." Flick had a point, and it knocked the white coat back. Flick looked around her, there had to be something she could do, something to get out of this. She looked across, a screen in front, a viewing gallery, in the next room was Iggy, the same way she was. His face was bruised, he couldn't obviously see her, but she could see him, he was shouting something, but because of the rooms, the space, the words couldn't travel. He was trying to call out to her, he was trying but he couldn't. Flick didn't even know how they got there. They just were. "Let him go, he's got nothing with you..."
"I'm you're good"
"Don't patronise me, I'll do anything, let him go, you don't need him..."
"He's valuable..." Valuable, they key word, Flick picked up on. Then she remembered more, she could leave her body, let Iggy know somehow she was just across the way. They don't know about her power they think they took it away. She focused, feeling her body go pimp and moved through the walls. "Iggy! Please hear me!" He didn't respond, this was going to be difficult. "Iggy, nod a little just a tad, I'm through a screen directly in front of you okay, but we are separated by a corridor. I don't know what happened Ig, I don't remember anything from sleeping that night." To Flick's relief he nodded. She started to head down the corridor but was restricted by a pain in her side. She looked at her limp body, a needle now wedged in her abdomen, her heart race amplifying. "Sam!" She called out forgetting. Before slamming back into her body. She looked up at the white coat.
"Well that was interesting..." She said, menace in her voice. Flick mentally kicked herself. At least Iggy knew now, he looked blankly across at her and gave a little smile. She smiled back even though he couldn't see her. Then her eyes grew heavy and all went black.

POV Max.
I managed to get mostly everyone up by a loud shout through the house, yet Flick, Iggy and Dylan were yet to rise. Maya had taken her place at the table, breathing into a cup of coffee.
"You know that a coffee can't be drank without your lips touching it right?" She looked up at me, a smile forming in her face.
"I did, the damn thing won't cool..." She turned in her chair and winced almost falling off it. I came to her side, not wanting her to fall, it was so weird looking at myself. Well a cranky, less emotional self.
"Are you okay?" I asked, common curtsy right?
"Are we suppose to be friends now?" I didn't really know how to answer it.
"Maya we are practically the same person, we know each other really well, that's why we don't get on." Fang waltzed in a smile across his face, looking at me, then grabbing his own coffee.
"Someone's happy..." Both Maya and I said in unison. We looked at each other confirming my what I just said. Only I know the reason, although Maya probably suspected.
"I think we could get on..." Maya said, eyeing Fang, I mentally rolled my eyes, I know what they had, but Fang was mine.
"I think we should at least try..." Maya said. And that was that. I got moving over to the bedrooms, it was acceptable for Flick and Dylan to stay in, but Iggy, I needed food from. I knocked on his bedroom door, a groan came from within.
"Iggy, fancy making breakfast..."
"I can't cook..."
"Yes you can, Ig I'm hungry..."
"Okay, okay..." He padded to the door, I blocked his path. "Max, do you want food or not..."
"Someone's cranky..." Reminded me of Maya.
"Don't you think it's amazing I can cook blind, and you can see better than average but can't..." Jesus who got out of the wrong side of the bed. I gave him a look, even though he count see it. "Sorry, just tired..."
"You better be sorry, I'll kick your butt into next week, have you heard from Flick, this morning?" he looked very accurately at me.
"Max I was asleep, but I think I heard her go off for a fly, y'know with the Sam thing and all" that's weird she would have left a note under the circumstances. 'With the Sam thing and all'?
"Oh right..." He then bypassed me into the kitchen and started rummaging in the cupboards. Food. Fang was still smiling to himself, when I walked in. I raised an eyebrow at him. Y'know people are going to start guessing, I thought to him. He just widened his smile. Nudge was on the sofa looking at me. Weirdly. "What?"
"Oh nothing" she said with a sigh, looking at her nails. Right that's it. I tackled her off the sofa, tickling her ribcage. "Max. Stop. Please." She laughed, trying to scramble from me, forgetting that I was way stronger. "Okay. Okay." She said. "Max!" I gave up, having defeated her anyway. I exhaled laughing at her.
"Promise" I said, the promise to keep her mouth shut. Poised to tickle her again.
"Promise, promise" I winked at her.
"Good."
"What are you promising?" Gazzy said watching the TV, notepad in hand.
"Nothing, Gaz" I said winking at Nudge. Gazzy looked at her, screwing up his eyes. Nudge tried to motion with her eyes.
"Nudge."
"Okay, okay!" She said. Looking at the add in the magazine again, and searching on Fang's laptop for the site, Maya and Dylan found. Speaking of Dylan.
"Where's Dylan?" I asked turning to stare at the back of Maya.
"In bed still, I couldn't get him up..." Fang burst out laughing, then calmed himself down in the same instant. Dirty minded freak. Maya realised what he said, and laughed in her coffee.
"I'll try get him up..."
"Maya told you she tried, I'm not sure if you could too-" Fang said, just containing his laughter. Where was this coming from? This dirty thinking, I kind of liked it, but it seemed out of the blue. Maya was laughing now.
"What are you guys laughing about?" Gazzy called, face fixed to the TV.
"We were wondering where Dylan was?" Fang said.
"I'm coming!" Dylan shouted from somewhere in the stilted house. Then the three of us cracked up again. The look on Dylan's face was priceless, Iggy, who would normally chip in with the joke remained subdued, kept cooking. I shot Fang a look, and he shrugged.
"Iggy, did you say Flick went for a fly?"
"Er, yeah, she said she needed to stretch..." I thought he said it was about Sam? Iggy then knocked off a carton of eggs, catching not only the box, but the four eggs that dropped, expertly. Then it clicked. This wasn't Iggy. I jumped up, Fang obviously hearing my thoughts got there quicker and pinned him up against the condensated wall.
"Spill." Fang spat. The fake Iggy, smiled.
"What's wrong Fang, your sisters missing and I shot and killed her boyfriend, no wait fiancé? While you were fucking your girlfriend?" Fang couldn't have controlled what he did next, which was to clock him right in the face.
"How dare you!" Maya said. Dylan stepped in front of me, helping Fang get him to a chair, Fang using his belt to buckle him down. Gazzy and Nudge had come to see the commotion.
"What are you doing?" Gazzy asked.
"Hunny, that's not Iggy..." I said to him. To which Gazzy proceeded to punch him, just missing his chin and clicking his collar-bone. That's my boy.

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