Hey y'all! Here's another fanfic from mongo. :) This time, it's about Iggy and Ella! And yes there is music again. What can I do? I love music. :)

Fang's a bit OOC here, kay. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own JP's characters, etc etc etc. Neither do I own Uptown Girl. :)

Iggy hummed quietly to himself as he took out packets of bacon from the fridge. It was summer, and the flock had decided to drop in and stay with Dr. Martinez and Ella for a while. Iggy was busy in the kitchen frying some bacon for breakfast.

Life just rocks right now, Iggy thought. We're not running away from anything, we're in a safe house with Max's family, we're all together, and I am inhaling the delicious scent of tons of bacon.

Iggy grinned. He had those it's-a-good-day-life-is-rocking-and-you-can't-ruin-it vibes coming out of him. He decided to switch on the radio that rested on the counter.

"—And that was TiK ToK by Kesha!" The radio host announced. "Up next is an old song called Uptown Girl by Westlife! Stay tuned! We'll be back after the commercial break!"

"Awesome," Iggy said aloud. He loved 90's songs. Just then, he heard faint footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"Yo Fang, Mornin'!" Iggy said cheerfully. He heard Fang snort. "Someone's feeling perky today," Fang said, but Iggy could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Did the eternally silent Mr. Rock just talk?" Iggy retorted in mock surprise. He dramatically pulled his apron (which, incidentally, had "I'M A BLIND PYRO, KICK ME" scrawled across the front, courtesy of Gazzy) over his head and clasped his hands together. "The world is ending! Repent, everyone! Tell Ella that I—"

"Tell me what?" Ella said, just as Iggy heard her footsteps patter into the kitchen.

Iggy suddenly lost his suavity, and he stuttered, blushing. "N-n-nothing…" he said, going back to frying the bacon. Fang snickered.

Ella pretended not to notice. "Well," she said, pulling out a milk carton from the fridge, "I have something to tell you!"

Iggy's sightless eyes widened. "You did?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. What is she going to say? Will she finally confess her undying love for me? Will she throw herself into my arms and—

"Yeah, Hurry up with the bacon!" Ella said, and she let out a peal of her contagious laughter, drained her glass of milk, and scampered up the stairs.

Damn, though Iggy as Fang nearly choked on his orange juice.

"You should see your face, man," Fang said, chortling. "You look like you just got hit by a train."

Iggy shot a death glare in Fang's general direction.

"So when are you two getting it together?" Fang asked. Iggy could imagine an unholy grin spreading across Fang's face. And he knew just how to wipe it off.

"About the same time you and Max are getting it together." Iggy shot back, wiggling his eyebrows.

That shut Fang up.

"Score for the blind mutant birdkid!" Iggy crowed, (HAHA PUN, GET IT CROWED… Nevermind.) punching the air. He added more bacon to the pan.

"Whatever, Ig." Fang play growled, grabbing Iggy around the neck with his arm and giving him a noogie.

"Owowow!" yelled Iggy, pushing Fang away. "Quit that, emo kid, I need my hair for the ladies!"

Fang smirked. "Ladies? Or Lady…"

He left the room chuckling, but not before Iggy had given him a hearty smack on the bottom with the spare saucepan that happened to be in reach.

"—And here's the song you've been waiting for folks!" The radio blared. Oh yeah, the radio… Iggy said, remembering that he had turned it on. What was that song to be played again? Oh yeah! Uptown Girl!

The music started.

Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh,

"Yeah!" Iggy yelled. "Bring on the Westlife!" He grabbed a random spatula and started singing into it.

Uptown girl

She's been living in her uptown world

I bet she never had a back street guy

I bet her mama never told her why

Iggy grinned, his it's-a-good-day-life-is-rocking-and-you-can't-ruin-it vibes emanating again. Hey, this song describes Ella perfectly… he realized, as he completed the first verse.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl

She's been living in her white bread world

As long as anyone with hot blood can

And now she's looking for a downtown man

That's what I am

He removed the crisp juicy bacon out of the pan and added a new pack. (Did you drool? I know I did. Yummmmm, bacon. :)) She is an "uptown girl", he realized. And I'm the downtown man. He smirked. And she's got hot blood. Real hot. He strained his ears for a moment to make sure Angel wasn't anywhere near, invading the personal perverted privacy that was his mind.

And when she knows what

She wants from her time

And when she wakes up

And makes up her mind

She'll see I'm not so tough

Just because

I'm in love with an uptown girl

You know I've seen her in her uptown world

She's getting tired of her high class toys

And all her presents from her uptown boys

She's got a choice

As the "Ohhhhhhh's" came in again, Iggy did little bouncing motions by lifting his heels, moving his upper torso slowly in a counter-clockwise direction. He bounced to the beat, while still managing to keep the bacon from being burned. (Can you imagine the dance move I'm trying to describe? I hope you can.)

Uptown girl

You know I can't afford to buy her pearls

But maybe someday when my ship comes in

She'll understand what kind of guy I've been

And then I'll win

And when she's walking

She's looking so fine

And when she's talking

She'll say that she's mine

Iggy fantasized about the day Ella would finally admit to him that she loved her. Cuz he knew she did. He could feel it. Or so he thought. But he knew that he was definitely, positively, head over heels in love with her. But he would never admit it to anybody, and he was too shy to make the first move. It's funny how I can always be so suave with other ladies, but when it comes to Ella, she ties my tongue into knots without even trying. (And of course, since this is Iggy's perverted mind, there are two meanings to that statement. But for you innocent uncorrupted minds out there reading this, just stick to the "stuttering" meaning of that.)

She'll say I'm not so tough

Just because

I'm in love

With an uptown girl

She's been living in her white bread world

As long as anyone with hot blood can

And now she's looking for a downtown man

That's what I am

Uptown girl

She's my uptown girl

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl

My uptown girl

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl

My uptown girl

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl

My uptown girl

Iggy finished the last note with a flourish as he scraped the last of the bacon off the pan, flipped the cooking spatula up into the air, caught it, and held the last note for an incredibly long time, singing into the spatula.

Then came the oh-so-not-obvious click of a camera.

"HAHAHA, IGGY! HE'S IN LOVE WITH AN UPTOWN GIRL!" said a voice. An unmistakable voice that was coming from a particularly grubby, obnoxious, gaseous eight-year-old.

Who happened to be holding a camera.

Which happened to have the blackmail image of the century.

"Imma get you Gazzy!" Iggy roared, dodging around the kitchen counter to chase after the cackling Gasman.

So howdya like it? :D Second chappie wil be up soon (I hope.) please click the beautiful green button down there, that would make my day!