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Max POV

Fang and I trotted behind Lissa and Jeb, our hearts beating quickly in our breasts.

We were going to get Iggy back.

There was just such an intense level of happiness and bliss at this moment, and I could hardly pay attention to anything else except that simple fact.

I was getting my brother back.

We were headed towards the tiny apartment complex where Lissa and Jeb were staying; Jeb had all of his equipment there.

"Max, please, where are we going?" Iggy's voice comes from behind us, nervous and confused.

Ah. That's right. James was with us.

"Um… we're going to see Lissa's apartment," I answered anxiously. There was that one, tiny little speck of doubt I had. James would undoubtedly disappear once we got Iggy back. Was that like… murder?

He was just a little kid.

But I reminded myself that he was barely even human. Just a series of memories that were artificially created in some machine. Not actually a person.

I convinced myself this was the truth. Besides, it was Iggy's body, Iggy's mind. Iggy deserved it.

Fang was holding James' hand, guiding him softly. He looked excited and sad at the same time, his gaze continuing to flick to James/Iggy's face.

"But Max, why am I coming too?" he asked. I could see the apartment coming into view, just a block away by the coffee shop. I shrugged halfheartedly, and Lissa glanced back at me with a frown on her face. Ah, yes. She's an empath.

"Because. Because, James, okay?"

I said this with undue harshness, and James winced, looking down at the ground and continuing to follow helplessly.

"Max…"

Fang's voice sounded strained. I looked him in the eye in a way that seemed to communicate what I wanted to; do you want Iggy back or not?

And Fang wanted his best friend back. He really, really did.

"Here we are," Jeb spoke, stopping outside apartment number A10. He fumbled in his pocket for a key and slid it into the lock, quickly opening the door and leading us through. James tried to linger outside, but Fang pulled him through and sat him on a chair.

"Now then, where is this machine?" I asked Jeb. He gestured to his laptop, which was resting on his bed. I stared at it for a moment, and then looked back up at him, an incredulous expression on my face.

"It's a highly advanced computer," Jeb explained. "It's a smaller version of what Professor Jordan used in the first place, but since the process of putting the memories back is much easier, we don't need the original."

I nodded, not particularly understanding. I stepped up.

"How does it work? When can you do it?"

Jeb stepped up next to me. Involuntarily, I took a step away from him. If he noticed, he didn't respond.

"I have some needles that will need to be inserted into certain energy points. As well as one inside his neck. You see, there is a microchip inside each of you for the purpose of downloading data. The needles just help as a sort of pathway, to make sure none of the data gets lost in the process. See?"

Jeb opened his laptop and carefully inserted the small hard drive into the appropriate slot. I nodded.

"Lissa, please get the equipment," he said, his eyes far away, lost in thought as he opened files and fished through documents, the mouse clicking at about a hundred clicks-per-minute.

Lissa frowned and turned towards me. She gestured silently at James.

"You might want to take care of him," she whispered, then turned to retrieve, most likely, the equipment.

When I turned to him, it was to see his eyes wide and fearful, his bottom lip quivering, and sitting tense in the chair. Fang was staring silently at Jeb and what he was doing, as if he was trying not to look at the pitiful boy in the chair.

"James, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound calm and affectionate. He turned his face towards me.

"Max, I don't know what's going on! Why am I here? You're not telling me, and I can't see what's going on…"

Tears were glistening in the boy's eyes, and I honestly didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell him the truth. 'Well, the reason we are here is because we're going to forcibly shove you from Iggy's consciousness so that he can return'? That was too cruel…

Lissa stepped up just then, and held out a syringe. I gaped at her, but she simply nodded in his direction and gazed meaningfully into my eyes. It was a look that said 'you don't have to do this'.

But that just made me resolve my nerve.

I silently took the syringe and bent next to James, looking into his eyes, though he couldn't see me. His eyes were frightened. But all I could do was anticipate Iggy's return.

"Max?"

"Honey, do you trust me?" I asked, and he gazed at me for a few moments before nodding. "Okay, then please, stay very still."

And I stuck the needle into his arm, pressing on the end until all of the liquid drug was in his system.

It took moments for him to fall asleep, but right before he did, as his eyes fluttered closed, he whispered three words.

"Max, I'm scared."

And then he was asleep, and I knew that he would probably never wake up. Because the next time those eyes opened, it would be Iggy.

"Okay," Jeb said, and Fang and I exchanged a deep, meaningful look. "It's ready. Bring him to the bed.

The two of us hoisted Iggy's body and pulled him over to lay him on the rough mattress. Once lying down, Jeb took some thin needles and inserted them into the flesh at several different points on his temple. They were so thin; it probably didn't even hurt at all.

"You ready?" he asked, his fingers lingering over the buttons of his advanced computer.

I felt one tiny, infinitesimal spark of guilt for crushing James out of existence.

But the boy had only 'lived' for a few days. And Iggy… was just so much more important to us.

Because I had tried, tried so hard to be strong. I had spoken words at the funeral, told myself I could accept his disappearance, and try to ease the guilt. But nothing could erase the gaping hole in my life with a member of my flock gone.

I nodded, as did Fang beside me.

"Alright, then…"

Fang POV

Thirty minutes later, Max and I were sitting anxiously together on either side of Iggy on the bed. I stared at my best friend's face, so excited for him to open his eyes and to speak to him again. It would be so, so nice.

The guilt would never go away, I knew, from all of this. But with Iggy back with us, I knew I would be able to cope. Because we would fix it all.

"How much longer?" Max asked, trying to keep a whining note from her voice, but I knew how much it ached in her chest to know that we were so close to getting our favorite blind pyro back, and yet had to wait so much longer.

"Ten minutes," Jeb answered, and we returned to staring at him.

I couldn't wait for him to wake up.

We would apologize for everything we'd ever done. We'd make sure he was okay. Then we'd go home, and we'd 'introduce' Meagan to him. I couldn't wait to see his face when he learned that his love was alive and very real, after all.

Then we'd all have dinner. The flock would be ecstatic. Ella and Dr. Martinez would be overjoyed. Maybe Iggy would even make dessert.

Then we would all sit around for a long time, just basking in his company.

And then, after waiting a few days, we would talk to him about his past, so he could get that weight off his chest.

"Done," Jeb said, and then, "You can take the needles out. All of his memories are in place."

Max nervously reached forward and carefully, oh so carefully pulled out each of the needles and set them aside. Jeb picked them up and put them someplace; I wouldn't know, the two of us were focused completely on Iggy's face.

It took another two minutes, and he moved.

And then he struggled to prop himself up on his elbow, and fell back, lifting his long, pale hand to his forehead.

"Ow," he moaned. "Killer headache. Max?"

"I'm here, Iggy," Max said anxiously, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

"Oh. Is the surgery over? Is everyone safe? Are we out of the School?" he asked urgently. Max teared up, and the biggest smile grew on her face.

"Yes, Iggy! Oh, yes yes yes!" and she leaned forward and hugged him tight.

It was all I could do not to hug him myself, but he looked pretty out of it, his eyelids drooping, patting Max hesitantly on the back.

But I knew that now, everything was right again.

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