FAX ( A Maximum Ride FanFic )

Chapter One

Chapter One : IDIOTS NO MORE

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MAX

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I GUESS YOU COULD say that the flock was retired. I mean - well, it'd been months, and not much had happened. Hans and Jeb hadn't bothered us - mainly me - about saving the world. I think they retired to their small little board room, with the confusing mumbo-jumbo on chalkboards and disgustingly thick scent of coffee.

What I could smell was the latest from Gazzy and Iggy - and Nudge, apparently. Sitting up from the comfortable and warm spot I rested with Fang in, I listened to the commotion from downstairs. It wasn't as if I had to strain anything - they could all be pretty loud.

"My hair! Its ruined! Max!" I could imagine the peeved off look nudge got - a pursed lip and narrowed eyes.

"I think I did you a favor, actually. You wanted a new style, right?" Iggy was trying to make light of the situation.

"MAAAAAX! FAAAAANG!" Nudge nearly screamed, and Fang opened his eyes, a flash of surprise on his angular features. I finally made the decision to hurry downstairs. I was confronted by a pasty mess, and the door blown open. But that wasn't all. The couch was flipped on its side, and covered in the same white paste - with a brown and green blob dripping down into the floor. Paint had come off the walls, and a window close to the doors were broken. Angel stomped out a flame with her foot.

Fang looked around the room with me, and we shared an annoyed look. "What. happened." It wasn't a question. Nudge fingered her hair - standing on edge like she was just electrocuted - heck, maybe even traumatized. Every so often she would jump - confirming my worries. Fang had it covered, however. I went immediately to lecturing the boys.

"What did you do? Didn't I tell you guys that you can make whatever in the basement - just test your crap outside? God! Now for goodness sakes, what happened?!"

"Clearly, we blew something up." Iggy snorted. A pointed look was wasted on his sightless eyes. "I'm going to ignore that and glare at you until you're hair lights on fire." I snarled, focusing on Gazzy.

"Give him a taste of his own medicine!" Nudge called out, holding out a bruised arm for Fang to inspect. Angel started to fix the living room back to its former shape - never really glorious to begin with.

"Err...it was a grenade. I mean, you can't have too many of those - but not explosive!" Gazzy blurted out. I hid a smile. My Glare De La Maximum has never failed to weasel out the truth from the flock. Except Fang, and sometimes Iggy.

"So, anyway, we wanted to know if we could use the big boom that comes from explosions - the loud stuff - as like, a weapon. It didn't turn out so well - and it blew up before we could get it outside." Gazzy looked down, then fixed me with a look only he and Angel could make : Puppy Dog Eyes. I rolled my eyes as the guilt started to set in.

"For the next week I don't want to see, hear, think or dream that you have touched anything in the basement. If you have, I will come after the both if you." My threat wasn't taken seriously - I knew in a couple of days they would be back to tinkering. Meanwhile, the six of us started to clean the paste and glop from the floors, walls, et cetera. Total came leaping from under the couch when Fang flipped it, and he dived for Angel, barking like a maniac. I glared at Iggy, sensing that Gazzy already felt guilty.

"Ack, ugh, I cannot bar to save my life," Total admitted. "I'm covered in muck. Anyone willing to bathe me?" He looked around at our amused faces. Angel laughed loudly, picking him up. "Be careful - the second floor may collapse at any moment." I warned, just so she could laugh again.

Fang and I carried our now useless couch outside. He wore a stupidly handsome smirk on his face, and I smiled a little, too.

"From the display in the house, I'm guessing you're angry a little?"

"Nope." I had something else in mind.

"No?" Even Fang was confused. I smiled brighter. "Well, the last couple of months have been full or just relaxation. And since nothing's getting in our way, I think we should try this whole education thing again." Fang frowned, shaking his head with a long sigh. I know that schooling the flock hadn't worked well the last few times - the first being the School, and then the next was with Anne - and I didn't want to set the flock up for a really big disappointment. Not again. But the third time's the charm, yeah? I was going to test that theory.

"No. No, no, this is a bad idea, I can already tell." Fang dropped the couch by the edge of the road. I stopped, as well. "But you're gonna go through with this, aren't you?" He asks. I don't get a chance to answer. "Max, look. School didn't work the first time, or the second time. Remember how upset Gaz an Angel were?" I do.

"Yeah."

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Also, if you like FAX, feel free to check out CONVERGENT ( A Divergent FanFic ). It's got a cover and story thst I feel is just as great as this one!