Me: Okay, Fang. You get to do the disclaimer thing.

Fang: But l hate the disclaimer thing!

James P: Fang, l didn't write you THAT arbitrary. Now shut up and do the disclaimer thing.

Fang: But WH-HYY?

Me: Because l said so!

James P: That's a stupid reason.

Christopher P: Not you too…. But it is a stupid reason.

Me: Shut up Chris. Fine then. Ari does the disclaimer thing.

Ari: Grrrr... Fine. She owns nothing, James Patterson owns Maximum Ride and Christopher Paolini owns the Inheritance Cycl-

Nudge: Wait, you're doing a crossover of Maximum Ride and the Inheritance Cycle? What is wrong with you!

Roran: What? Wait, what's Maximum Ride? And why are there feathers all over the place?

Eragon: They have incredibly well-shielded minds….except the author, but she jumps from one subject to another so fast l can't make any sense of it. Kinda like a butterfly.

Me: MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm confusing!

Will: Did someone say Chocho?

Me: No, he said Butterfly, and what are you doing here? This isn't your crossover!

Will: Who cares? It should be interesting. Now start the story already, your readers are bored.

Prolouge: How the F$%# Did We Get Here

Maximum Ride opened her eyes to see blackness. Not the soft black you see in the Americas, where it never gets really dark because of city lights, but true black, velvet black.

It scared her.

Where are we? She thought drowsily, still groggy from a bump on the head. Did she get a bump on the head? Max dismissed the thought, looking around for the Flock. Fang was right next to her, spread-eagled on the ground.

Literally spread-eagled, as his dark black wings were splayed to his sides.

Max mumbled and folded his wings for him, the unconscious prat. Naturally he had to go and give them away to - no one.

As she looked around, she saw no one near. Just miles of grasses, and trees, and foxes. Oh, and rabbits. There were a lot of rabbits.

Max spread her brown-speckled wings and lifted into the air, looking around and taking the chance of being spotted. She could just beat the crap out of anyone who saw her anyway.

She spotted Nudge and Gazzy on top of each other about ten yards away, Angel's little white wings spread on a bush, and Iggy, being Iggy, walking with his hands in front of him so he wouldn't hit a tree.

She landed in front of Angel and lifted her over her shoulder. She's gotten bigger, Max thought, and heavier!

She whistled and Iggy turned his head- then ran smack into a tree.

Sighing, Max pulled him up and murmured into his ear.

"Do you know where we are?"

Iggy shook his head, so she dumped Angel unceremoniously into his arms. "Here. Hold Angel,while l wake the rest up."

Muttering under her breath, Max looked around one more time to make sure no one was in earshot.

Then she yelled "IGGY MADE PANCAKES!"

The eyes of everyone in the Flock snapped open.

What they didn't know was that, in the Varden camp miles away, the eyes of a blue dragon and her young Rider snapped open too.