"A rose by any other name would be just a sweet," Nudge recited dreamily.

Gazzy pretended to gag. Iggy smirked, holding in a chuckle. Of course Gazzy would pretend hearing poetry—or whatever—was the worst thing ever. Iggy suspected that the little bird-kid-hybrid would rather fight ten Erasers than have to listen to Nudge droning on about poetry. Then again, Iggy had to agree.

"What in the world is that, Nudge?" Max asked.

"Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet," Fang answered, his silent 'duh' ringing in the air.

Iggy imagined the scowl Max was shooting at her second in command and couldn't help laughing. "Ouch, Max. Fang got you there."

"An Iggy by any other name would be just as annoying," Max riposted.

Angel, who he could hear was sitting on Max's bed, said in her innocent little girl voice, "What is an Iggy?"

"What do you mean, what's an Iggy?" huffed Iggy, who was an Iggy, thank you very much.

"Angel means it's not anything," Nudge pointed out. "There's no such thing as an iggy."

"Haha!" the Gasman crowed, poking Iggy's shoulder. "You're not anything!"

Iggy tried his best to glare in Gazzy's general direction, but he felt the effort was probably lost on the little boy because, duh, he couldn't see. It didn't really have the same effect.

"Neither are you, Gasman," Iggy said grumpily.

"Yeah huh. Gas is a word. Man is a word. Put them together and you get Gasman!"

Fang had whipped out his ever-present laptop. Iggy could tell by the swift tapping of computer keys he heard as Fang expertly controlled his computer.

"Yep," Fang said, tapping the computer. "On , it says No results found for iggy." He gave a rare laugh. "It asks, however, did you mean eggy? Biggy? Figgy? Piggy? Jig—"

"Let me see that!" Iggy growled, leaning towards Fang.

Max snorted. "In case you haven't noticed, Igster, you're blind."

Iggy rolled his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, Maxster, you're a bird."

Gazzy, of course, found this hysterical.

"I vote for piggy!" he cheered. "Have you seen how much he eats? Man, it's like a whole truckload of—"

"That's not really fair," Angel said quietly. "We each get to be something. Angel, Nudge, Fang, Maximum, Gasman, even Total—all our names mean something. Iggy's is kinda…random."

Iggy shrugged. "It's not a big deal. I like my name."

Nudge nodded. He could hear her excitedly bobbing up and down on Max's bed, the springs creaking. "Yeah. It's original and unique, just like him. There's not one set definition for our Iggy, because he can't be contained like that. He's bigger than a definition on , you know? Our Iggy's special. The definition for Iggy is exactly him—a blind, bird-guy, funny, bomb-making, sarcastic, sweet guy."

There was silence while everyone took in Nudge's grand speech. Iggy, for one, was absolutely embarrassed. Having his praises sung was nice, no doubt about it, but very uncomfortable. He didn't like the attention. He just liked being himself.

"Well, that was inspirational," Iggy drawled, but he was grinning as he said it.

Max laughed, and he could feel Fang and Angel smiling. Nudge giggled, obviously pleased with herself.

"Yeah, well, I try, I try," she joked.

The Gasman sighed. "I still think you meant piggy," he muttered.

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One of the few things I like about the Maximum Ride series is the dynamic of the flock itself. :) It's just so gosh darn cute. And fun to write, too.

So, the writing for this piece is pretty sucky, but it's difficult being in the Igster's head. He's a hard one to write about/ for, but this was floating around my head, and ta da! It's pretty bleh, but I like it, so there ya have it.

And, um, I don't own . It's a real place, and I really did look up the word "iggy". Those results really did come up.

Last: this can take place anywhere, really, but I was mainly aiming for when they're at Anne's house in book numero 2.

Reviews are most welcome. ;DD