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Fang POV
Max, Aimee and I were flying through the air at around a hundred miles per hour, which was medium pace for us bird kids. We were doing summersaults and twists through the air, laughing. We were all just happy to be flying. After a while I felt Aimee stiffen. I looked down and the small newborn and followed her gaze. Jeb. He was halfway hanging out of a helicopter with some sort of mechanism in his hands. The chopper was filled with other Whitecoats and a few Erasers. My vision turned red around the corners. I looked over at Max, who seemed to be totally oblivious to the situation, still loop- de- looping and laughing.
"MAX!" I shouted. She was the closest to the helicopter. "MAX!" I shouted again. Please, please hear me.
"Fang..?" Max shouted over the wind, her beautiful blond hair blowing slightly across her face.
I glanced over her shoulder. The helicopter was coming at an unbelievable rate. I opened my mouth to call her over the wind, but was stopped when something was shot out by the helicopter.
"MAXX!" I screamed, leaping in her direction.
Gazzy POV
"Oh shut up, big bro." Little Angel said, tapping me on the arm. "You shouldn't talk like that." I rolled my eyes.
"IGGY CAN I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET THESE? THEY ARE THE MOST ADORABLE JEANS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD AND HANNA MONTANA WAS WEARING MY JEANS! THESE JEANS! I NEED TO GET THESE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! THEY HAVE HOT PINK JEWELS ON THEM I ABSOLUTELY NEED THEM RIGHT THIS SECOND IF YOU DON'T GIVE THEM TO ME I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT I WILL DO! I THINK I WILL CRY! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, IGGY! FOR MEE! YOU DON'T WANT YOU GIRLFRIEND TO LOOK BAD WHEN YOU ARE OUT IN PUBLIC DO YOU? I NEED THEM!" Our dear Nudge said. In one breath. Holy Shiznit.
"Gazz!" Angel said from under my arm. "Do not use that language!"
"But I didn't even say it out loud!" I protested. I glanced over at my Pyro twin. He looked like he was going to break. Don't do it. Don't dooo itt. I urged him in my mind. DON'T-
"Okay." Iggy sighed. "But only these!" Nudge giggled and embraced him with an iron grip.
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUU!"
Angel suddenly stopped walking. "What is it Angiee?" I asked her, using her baby nickname I thought up when she was younger.
"Angel?" I asked again, more urgently. Now Iggy and Nudge had stopped walking and turned around, Nudge scanning for Erasers.
"Max," she breathed.
Panic arose in everyone. "W- What about Max?" Nudge asked urgently.
Angel cringed.
"What?" Nudge and I practically screamed.
"Come on," Iggy said, pulling Nudge by the arm. "Let's go home and find out for ourselves." He said fast. We all followed, well Angel was dragged, to the registers and sped through as fast as we could. As soon as we hit the trees, we took off flying. We were home in a matter of minutes. We flew up the stairs and unlocked the door with lightening speed, Angel following behind us silently. The door flew open.
"Oh. My. God."
Max POV
"MAXX!" Fang screamed, leaping in my direction.
I felt it before it hit. The way the wind changed, how I felt something rush towards my back.
I quickly rotated and grabbed the rope attached to the net that had shot out. I knew I had caught Jeb off guard. Of course he had tried to shoot me with the net. Figures.
I yanked hard on the rope, and saw the recognition in his eyes just as he was pulled out of the chopper. I let him free fall for a couple minutes then when I got bored of the girly scream, I wrapped him up nice and tight in the very rope he tried to use on me. Did a pretty damn good job for being hovering in the air and having to make sure I wasn't being shot at from Jeb's creepy Whitecoat friends.
Jeb didn't say anything as I started to fly back, giving a look to Fang and my daughter. Fang smiled my smile, happy that I wasn't in need of saving and/or dead. Aimee look like she just had a heart attack. I held out my free arm, to which she shakily flew over to. I held her in one arm, pulling Jeb with the other. The chopper decided that it was a good idea to fly back to an Itex base and left their boss in our hands. What great friends Jeb has. I sighed as we landed at the Nest.
I handed Aimee over to Fang and dragged Jeb into the living room, hitting everything I possibly could on my way. What can I say? He's an ass.
Fang and I sat down on Jeb's stomach and sat Aimee down ini between us. Her little hands clutched both our pointer fingers.
The door slammed open, showing our flock, with panic- stricken faces.
"Oh. My. God." Nudge said, hand over her heart.
"MAX! YOU'RE OKAY!" Angel said, flying into my arms.
I laughed. "Yeah, I'm fine, sweetie. What did you bring home?" I said, shifting her so she was sitting on my lap.
Nudge's eyes lit up at the mention of shoping. "WELL, we got these AH-dorable outfits for little Aimee." She began, pulling out a dozen shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, and onesies for my daughter. I looked around at my family, the room alive with laughter and smiles, illuminated by the love we all shared for each other.
After everyone went to bed, Fang and I dragged Jeb down to Big Mac and his Big Buddies. I held onto Fang, his arm around my waist as we wandered around the camp, talking and laughing.
Even though I absolutely hate Jeb and everyone at Itex, I'm glad they made me. Because, as it turns out, all the torture we had to put up with let us have these wonderful, priceless times that put together our lives.