Okay. This is my first fanfic, and it's a CROSSOVER! So… you know… it might be difficult for me as a beginner, but guess what? I'm going to try my best. So, happy reading to you, and hope you like it. So, this story takes place before the book FANG, because that's not until the future… and in my world, it shouldn't exist. *insert maniacal laughter* It's some time when Max is confused about her feelings towards Fang. Forget the fact that Peter Pan takes place in the 1800s. Let's assume that there's a theory that in Neverland, time isn't consumable, and that's why you can't age there. I can't say anything until the end of this chappie. This one's in Max's point of view (POV).
We were flying. I know, it might be difficult to grasp, you being human, and all, but after reading about us, you should get the picture that we're freaks. Freaks are good, but we have talents. Would that make us talented freaks? I guess you could say that. See, we have wings. Yup, you heard right. We're freaking mutant-hybrid-winged-people. We were in London. My flock and I were kicking-butt all over the world. But this time, we were just chillaxing. (Is that even a WORD? Angel says it is.) All of us were just flying through the sky. It was kinda peaceful. The clouds were wispy, and covered enough so that people looking up from their cars wouldn't be able to say, "HEY! LOOK! It's those bird kids!" Oh, that's so annoying! Some homes were old-looking, but most of them were really chic and modern. (I'm spending too much time listening to Nudge. God, I'm using her vocabulary now. Who says "chic" anymore?) The only home I saw was an abandoned home near the outskirts of this bustling town.
"MAX! Look! It's such a cute little home, don't you think? It looks really old, maybe dusty. EEW! I wouldn't want to touch anything gross. I mean, I can handle blood and dirt on me, cause' you can wash it off when you take a shower but OLD dirt and blood? EEW! I shudder at the thought. But I still wanna check out this place! We could have a home in LONDON! OMG! London! Next we'll move our industry to Paris, then Venice, and New York! We lived in the sewers of NYC, so that d—"
Oh Nudge. Our flock's rambler. But I still cut her off.
"Nudge! Quiet. Please? We all want a quiet night. And we're in England for two nights only. So shut up."
"BUT MAAAAAAAX! Let's just visit! It's abandoned anyways. No one would know whether or not we visited! I promise we'll have fun on our other day here! I swear!"
Nudge was pouting. And Angel was doing her innocent play-up, with her signature Bambi eyes. How could I say no to the Bambi eyes! Sigh.
"Max, let's just visit anyways. We could all crash there anyways. Where are we going to stay?" Fang reasoned. I forgot Fang was even here. Or Iggy. And Gazzy.
Then, I gave up.
"FINE! Only a few minutes, and if we could sleep there, IF it could even be unhazardous, then we'll stay there. Are you two happy?" I said, giving the two my signature "Max" glare. But they see through that. Unlike the whitecoats, who glare back, only to find that because of my epic glare, THEIR glare is meaningless to me.
I realized we were hovering in the sky while discussing our visitation to this quaint little home, so when we all landed in an alleyway across from the home, my back was aching. And groans were heard from our younger crewmates. And Iggy too. But although he's as old as I am, (more or less,) he's a kid at heart. But he can definitely be serious when he wants to be, which is never, until life-or-death situations. We jaywalked across the street to the home. No one was around, and Fang had the audacity to knock on the door. It fell down. We walked over it, and explored the home. It looked like it would be a rich home, IF it was clean. Like Nudge ranted about, it was extremely dusty. The irony of this sentence, was that there was a closet filled with feather dusters. I mean, the old kind. Not the Swiffer 360°s people have today. I mean the old, made-of-feathers kind. The kind in that Beauty and the Beast movie by Disney. Nudge grabbed one, and started to dust everything, and pull off cover on all this furniture.
"I CALL DIBS ON THE BEST ROOM I FIND!" Iggy exclaimed once Nudge was done dusting.
"NO FAIR, IGGY! I'm cleaning this place! I should choose my room first. Tell him, Max!" Nudge protested.
"Iggy, since this is a Maxocracy, as I've stated before, Nudge should choose, because she's PREPARING the rooms. To make them nice. For you. And ALL of us." I said, feeling righteous and just.
Iggy pouted, Nudge grinned, and she ran to the room on the left. We followed her, to find it was a girl's room, and heck, it was big. It had a golden vanity, yet the mirror was chipped, and the frame was dusty. The bed was a four-poster bed. The canopy surrounding it was tattered and worn, probably because it was tulle, and a really beautiful sea blue. It seemed to block the dust from the silky blanket and pillows, because they were near spotless.
"Wow! Nudge, could I sleep with you?" Angel asked.
I heard Iggy mutter, "That's what she said…" in a singsongy voice, and I elbowed him in the rib while rolling my eyes.
"Sorry Angel, but this time, could I have this one to myself?" Nudge half-smiled. Angel looked down, and then looked into her eyes. They were probably having some kind of mind-conversation. In the end Angel looked like she understood. She even looked… happier.
"MAX! In the room across from this is OUR room. Okay? We NEED this one. Please?" Angel said, in my mind. Now that may sound weird, but it's true, she reads and talks in people's minds. It can be useful, but sometimes, it's aggravating.
"Okay Angel." I replied back. Again, IN MY MIND. She replied with a smile. And I was happy. Then Gazzy walked into the next room to the right.
"OH MY FNICKING GOD. IGGY I HAVE A FEELING THIS IS OUR ROOM!" Gazzy and Iggy share similar preferences. There was a bunk bed. Well, not a bunk bed. More like ONE bunk bed, four other beds. Unlike Nudge's room, this one was larger, with more beds, obviously. But unlike hers, the beds were mahogany with bedposts and treasure chests at the ends of the four regular beds. I had a feeling that the chests weren't hope chests. They opened each one by one. The one with a "T" carved in was filled with gold. Like, REAL GOLD. All of us were wide-eyed.
"Gazzy, I am in love with your gut feeling. Treasure chests with real gold in it. How cliché! But I like this room anyways." Iggy said. For a split-second I wondered how he could see that. But then, I realized that Angel must have shown him. The next chest, with an "N", had weapons. I was suddenly afraid. There was a slingshot, a dagger, a bow and a quiver of arrows, a sword, a spear, and a lightweight blade, kind of in the middle of a dagger and a sword. And they all gleamed.
"OH MY GOD. Do not touch those, if you do, and harm us in the time being, I will kill you. If you kill me, I will come back from the dead and kill you. And since I can come back from the dead, then I'll resurrect you and kill you again. So do not even touch those if you know what's good for you. Use them in emergencies. Which won't happen, because we're staying here temporarily." I sort of yelled. But then again, they aren't going to touch them. I smirked at their furious pouts. The next trunk had an "S" on it. Iggy opened this one. It had gems. Rubies, pearls, sapphires. They were stunning. Even I, Maximum Ride, Winged Tomboy Extraordinaire, wished I had one. They were on necklaces and bracelets, brooches, and earrings. But my ears weren't pierced, so that wouldn't help much.
"AWW! Max! Guess what! Fang wants to give them to you. Badly! I think it's romantic." Angel said in my head.
"Angel! Don't go into other people's heads!" I mind-scolded her, blushing furiously. Crap. It was almost morning, and I just noticed. But the lights of the city still filled the room.
"His fault for not putting his mind shield up well!" She giggled. OUT LOUD. Which caused everyone to stare. She looked at us innocently, like nothing happened. Pfft. Walking past the gems, we reached the next chest. The chest had a "C" on it. This one was filled with photographs. OLD photos. In scrapbooks, which by the way, no one uses anymore. I mean, not really. It had photos of boys. They were around Nudge and Gazzy's ages, and there was only one girl. She looked sort of like me. Her hair was about the same hair color as mine, and we both had the same thin eyebrows. It was kinda scary. Then we looked for Fang's room. Fang sweeped around the building, only to find a room in the other hallway. This hall was lit with crystal chandeliers, and they still worked, but barely. The lights flickered, but then died out. At the end of this hall, was one single door. It had a beautiful brass doorknob. If the doorknob was beautiful, I wondered what the inside would look like. Fang, leading us, opened the door, and the room was beautiful. There was a beautiful king-sized bed, and it looked natural. The bed was on stilts, and was made from some type of foreign black wood, and there were intricate carvings on the sides and glass orbs on the bedposts. It was a definitely romantic bed. Maybe it was owned by the couple that owned this place before. More or less, it looked Fang-ish. (Tall, dark, and beautiful… GAH! What am I thinking!)
"I like it," Fang said, smirking.
"OOH! Max, Total, and I choose next!" Angel said—wait. Total is here? He was so quiet. Quieter than Fang. Angel then grabbed me by the arm, and we zipped to the other hall, where she said our room would be. I was excited to see this room. Sort of. We opened the door, and found that it was a small staircase. Big enough for me to not get claustrophobic, but small enough for only one person behind another. We walked to the top to find a beautiful room. It was basic, but still intimate. There were three beds, and a doghouse. "Perfect for the mutt." I thought sarcastically. The thing that caught my eye the most was the window. It was beautiful! It was stain glassed, and of a radiant sunset. As the real sunset came up, it was absolutely breathtaking. The odd thing was that it was open. Did the owners of this home know about burglars, thieves and robbers? But this room was high up. So I kept it open. The others went to their rooms, and we all went to bed. Angel took the bed near the doghouse to stay close to Total, and I took the one in the middle. We went to bed to catch up on our sleep.