EDIT: I am sorry to anyone who is following this story, but it has temporarily been put on hiatus. My life has become too hectic and I can't keep up with my writing, so, unfortunately, I will not be able to update as often as I want to. I will continue this story, I just don't know how soon, so don't expect any updates in the near future. I apologize for any inconvenience.
Authors note: Okay, so this is basically just a bunch of Iggy x Ella ideas that I had that I turned into one cohesive story… well, at least I hope it's cohesive. *nervous laugh* It's not exactly drabbles, because the chapters are pretty long… I'm not really sure what to call them.
This is also my first multi-chapter fan fiction that I didn't totally plan to the max (no pun intended). So, I'm not so sure about the update date, some chapters might be up super fast, while others take ages, but I'll try not to leave you hanging for too long. So, I will probably be updating on the weekends more than anything. Oh, and my beta hasn't gotten a chance to look at this yet, so it might be a little messy, I mostly just wanted to get this out here so I could get some feedback.
Anyway, this takes place after the third book, and before the fourth, so none of them have any extra powers. This is supposed to be romance/humor, but somehow it has an awful lot of angst in it. Don't ask me how it got there, I really don't know. The first chapter is definitely not the best, and probably my least favorite. I have trouble starting stories, so the first one or two chapters might not be up to my standard, but they will get better, so don't worry.
Oh yeah, and I know I make the younger members of the flock sound like little kids in here, I really hate that I do that, but I'm not doing it on purpose. I've written other fan fictions where they are very mature and the story centers around them, but for some reason when they are not the main characters they automatically become less mature, and they all suddenly become kids. But, remember that Angel and Gazzy really are only little kids, and Nudge is only eleven, so when they have someplace safe to stay, like Dr. M's, they may be able to relax and act more like kids.
Oh, also, I am changing one thing that doesn't go according to the original story. In my story Ella is the same age as Max, Fang, and Iggy, so, she's fourteen instead of twelve. Because, I think I would have a hard time writing a twelve year old this mature, plus it wouldn't be believable. And is it just me, or is twelve way too young to be in this serious of a relationship? I dunno, maybe I was just a very innocent kid.
This takes place on a Saturday morning. Ella was hanging out with her friends, and she just got home.
Oh, and sorry for having such a long authors note. They shouldn't be so long anymore because I got most of the vital info out there. Thank you for reading this far! (And if you haven't, go back and read the authors note)
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, or any of its wonderful characters, everything belongs to the brilliant, James Patterson.
Chapter One: I'm not crying, it's just the onions.
"Okay, bye!" Iggy heard Ella's tinkling laugh and the front door slam.
Footsteps came running down the hall, thumping rhythmically.
"Mom, I'm home!" He heard Ella stop at the doorway to the kitchen.
"Oh, hi Iggy, where is everybody? "
Iggy was currently chopping onions. He didn't even look up as he heard her walk in and sit down at the dining room table.
"I think they went shopping for some new clothes. Ours tend to get pretty worn out when we're on the run. They said they'd be back in a few hours, though. "
Chink, chink, chink.
Iggy counted the slices, knowing exactly when to turn the onion slightly, making it easier to chop.
"Oh, okay, looks like it's just you and me for a while." He heard her stand up and walk over to him. He heard her hair swish slightly as she leaned down to see what he was doing. He could smell her shampoo; it was scented with some type of citrus smell.
"What are you doing?" She made a sound that sounded like 'few', "It stinks to high heaven."
"I'm cutting onions. What does it look like I'm doing? Arranging flowers?"
She laughed again, that same high, sparkling sound.
"No, silly, I know what you're doing, what I meant was why are you doing it?"
"Oh, I'm going to use them in some onion soup I've been experimenting on," he explained, "I barely get a chance to be in the kitchen so I'm taking advantage of everyone being gone to prep the veggies. Even if I don't get around to the soup today, I can at least have the vegetables ready." Iggy hadn't even noticed the smile that had come onto his face as he talked about his cooking.
"Eh," Ella made a surprised little sound, "oh no, I'm crying, must be the onions." He heard her walk over to the other side of the kitchen.
"Oh drat, I hate onions," he heard her wipe her eyes with something, it sounded like a tissue.
"Really?" He asked, surprised. "You don't like onions? Even in, like, onion rings?"
She giggled, "Yeah, I don't like onions, never have. Even when I was little I wouldn't eat them, not even in onion rings. I would pull the onions out, just eat the outside."
He grinned, "Yeah, that's what Angel does. She says onions are 'yucky'." He stopped chopping for a moment and made quotation marks in the air.
"Ha ha, I can see her doing that. So you like onions then?"
"Yup, love em. They keep the mosquitoes away you know. Best thing you can eat to get rid of them."
"Really?" She asked.
"Oh yeah, onions and garlic, mosquitoes hate them, so if you have enough in your bloodstream they'll try to find someone else to bite."
"Huh, I never knew that. No wonder I'm always getting bitten." She laughed again, and walked over to the fridge, the door swinging open with a slight squeak.
"I guess I just never liked them because they make my eyes water so badly. Don't you hate that?"
"It's never happened to me before. Hey would you hand me those leeks," he asked putting his hand out in her direction.
"Sure," she tossed the leeks over, and he caught them perfectly. "Never? How's that possible?" She got something else out of the fridge and closed the door.
"It's probably because I'm blind," he said bluntly, not really thinking about it.
She winced, "Oh, yeah, I forgot." She gasped, "I mean, I didn't forget exactly, it's just, um, you act so normal that I—not to say that being blind isn't normal, I just…" she trailed off, and Iggy guessed she was blushing.
But he laughed instead of being angry.
"Relax, just treat me like you would anyone else, I'll ask if I need something special." He unwrapped the leeks, and started to chop them in half.
"Yeah, there's no reason to tiptoe around it, you're not going to offend me, so don't worry." He ran the leeks under cold water, getting rid of all the dirt.
"Kay, sorry." He heard her hair swish as she tilted her head down slightly.
"There's no reason to apologize, and stop pouting over there, you're bumming me out."
"How could you tell I was pouting?" She asked, surprised.
"Your hair swished when you bent your head, and I heard you sigh, things like that let me know what you're doing." He put the leeks down on the cutting board and began to chop them into little half moons.
"You heard that?"
"Yeah, easy. I have better hearing than most."
"How much better?"
"Your neighbor two doors down is mowing his lawn."
"What?" She asked. That was probably not the answer she had expected.
"Uh," she seemed surprised but she went to the front door, he heard her open it and look out.
"Oh my gosh, he is! How on earth did you hear that?" She asked running back into the kitchen, her socks sliding on the floor slightly.
He chuckled, "Like I said, I have better hearing than most."
"Wow," she fell silent for a moment, as if thinking, "but wait, wouldn't that get distracting? Or overwhelming?"
"Yeah, it does, but I can tune it out most of the time." He frowned, "It does get overwhelming when I go to crowded places though, like concerts and malls and such." He put the leek he had cut in a baggy and started cutting another one.
"Oh, wow." She seemed slightly dazed, "That's like," she paused, "like some type of super power or something!"
He turned to her slightly, a surprised look on his face.
"You, you," he choked, and started laughing. Clutching his sides, he broke out into deep, full throated laughter.
"W-what?" She asked, the fabric of her shirt wrinkled as she put her hands on her hips, "What's so funny?" She asked again, her heart speeding up with the slight embarrassment.
"You just sounded so amazed," he stopped laughing enough so he could talk, wiping his eyes.
"Super hearing," he shook his head, still laughing slightly, "The things you come up with."
"What?" She asked slightly heatedly, "I think it's cool! I mean, how many guys do you know who can hear somebody eating a peanut butter sandwich a mile away?"
"No one, that's impossible."
"You know what I meant!"
"Actually I didn't, what did you mean?" He asked, teasing her.
"Ah!" She threw her arms up into the air, "I give up!"
He just chuckled to himself, resuming his chopping.
"Well, I think it's cool," she said softly, almost to herself.
"But," Iggy sounded almost hesitant, "don't you think being blind kind of cancels it out?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of the cutting board in front of him. Not that it made much difference.
"Hmm," I paused, thinking, "No, I don't think so. I mean, in terms of coolness I don't think it really affects much. It's kind of something unique that not many people have. Plus, it makes people feel more comfortable around you; well at least I know I do. I never have to worry about what I'm wearing, or if my hair is sticking up funny, or if I accidentally spill water down my shirt and it makes me look stupid. I know that you're judging me on me, not my outward appearance."
"Uh!" I blushed, "I mean, that's just my opinion. I don't really know, I mean, I do feel more comfortable around you, but not in a weird way or anything. I just, uh, think you're really nice and stuff, and, uh"—
But I stopped when I saw Iggy's lips twitch, curling up slightly into a smile while he chopped the leeks.
I tucked my hands behind my back, feeling uncomfortable.
"You're funny, you know that?" He finished chopping the leeks and put both the leeks and the onions in the refrigerator.
"I, I am?" I stuttered, slightly surprised. How was I funny? In a good way, or a bad way?
"You kind of remind me of Max," He pulled out a bowl of cookie dough he had made the night before, "Only, you're not so harsh, or crazy, or bossy, or always ranting about what a sexist pig I am." He scowled as he got out a cookie sheet.
"You're a sexist pig?" This was news to me.
He chuckled, "That's debatable."
"Well, I still don't get it, how am I funny?" I walked over to him, and helped him scoop the cookie dough into balls.
"Well, for example, what you're doing right now, biting your lip like that, that's something Max would do when she's nervous or thinking. You also seem to think a lot like Max, only, at the same time, you think in a completely different way than Max would. You just keep surprising me; that's all."
I fingered my lip absently, how could he tell I had been biting my lip? Was he really paying attention so well that he could hear that?
"To tell you the truth I wasn't really sure what to expect," he went on, "you being Max's sister and all," he laughed, "I sure didn't expect you, that for sure."
"You didn't?" Was there something wrong with me?
"No, not at all," he shook his head, "in fact, I'm not sure who I expected. Maybe some big tough gal, who rode a motor bike and had a crowbar, or maybe some super genius or something, I just didn't expect someone so… normal."
"Oh," I said as my heart sunk slightly, someone so normal huh? More like boring.
"Huh?" He turned slightly even though he couldn't see me, "What's with that tone of voice? I didn't mean it in a bad way."
"You didn't?" I was surprised, what other way could he have meant?
He sighed, "Go sit down and I'll explain it to you, just let me put these in the oven." He put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and set the timer.
"Explain what?" I asked, sitting down at the table.
"Okay, look," he said as he sat down next to me, "We, the Flock, have never been normal, not even the day we were born. So, to us, being normal has always been a really sought after thing, for me especially, I've always wanted to be normal, or at least to be able to be with normal people without feeling like such a freak. So, when I said I was surprised you were so normal, I meant that as I good thing. I never expected to hang out with anyone as nice, and sweet, and modest, and normal as you," he wrinkled his nose, "especially since you're Max's sister." Suddenly he blushed slightly, as if just realizing what he had just said.
"O-oh," I blushed too, glad he couldn't see. "Thanks Iggy, that's… that's really sweet." I smiled at him, and then remembering I said, "I'm smiling at you."
He coughed slightly, and he blushed a little deeper, but he remained silent.
"Hey, Iggy can I ask you a question?" I didn't want to be rude, but this had been nagging at me for a while.
"Ask away," he seemed glad to end the awkward silence.
"Well, this may be a little rude, but you said that I shouldn't worry so much, and you did say that I wouldn't offend you, but"—
"Ella," he said patiently, "just ask me the question."
"Right, right, ask you the question," I took a deep breath, "How did you become blind?"
"Ah, that," he sighed again, leaning back in his chair, "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that."
"You knew I was going to ask?" Was he psychic too?
"Yeah, of course, you had to ask at some point."
"Well, it's just that you talked about colors so…" I trailed off, should I just drop it? He didn't look like he wanted to talk about it.
"Yeah, I wasn't born blind." He paused, his eyes glazed over, as if he was remembering something.
He smiled grimly, "You want to know how I became blind?" I nodded, but of course he couldn't see, "I'll tell you how. They tried to enhance my eyes. Apparently they wanted to see if they could make someone with the same vision as a hawk. Can you imagine? Instead of being blind I could have been able to see a mouse a hundred feet below me." He sounded so bitter, so angry.
I didn't even notice that I was holding my hands in my lap nervously and that I had leaned forward slightly, listening intently.
"I barely remember anything from those days, just the pain, and the misery. But I do remember colors, not very many mind you, but enough. I remember the stark white of the walls, and the rich chocolate brown of the Erasers fur when they morphed, but the thing I remember most of all was the sky. Every time they would let us get near a window we would all scramble over to it, our eyes filled with wonder as we stared up at the sky; the sky, with its big puffy white clouds, and its vast blue, seeming to go on forever." He closed his eyes, a gentle smile playing across his lips, as if he was remembering, remembering the sky.
"My very last memory in color was a very simple one. I was just sitting in my cage, pretty comfortable, well as comfortable as you can be in a cage. I remember looking around, Max was sleeping, Fang was resting his eyes, but I could tell he wasn't really asleep. We hadn't been introduced to the others yet so it was just the three of us," His smile grew slightly, "the three amigos as we liked to call ourselves. I remember some things very clearly that night, like the expression on Max's face, so peaceful and calm, a rare sight, and the color of Fangs wings, so deep and dark and rich." His eyes had been closed all this time, the smile growing even brighter as he spoke. But it soon fell off his face, and he opened his eyes, looking at the table with a cold, hateful gaze.
"They came for me in the early hours of the morning, I was still asleep. When I finally woke up, all I could see was black. I freaked out, yelling and screaming, I tried to touch my face but it was covered in bandages. Two Erasers held me back from ripping them off as a scientist told me that they had performed an experimental surgery. It had failed." His gaze hardened, and his lips twisted into a bitter smirk, "they told me I 'had a chance at getting my eye sight back'. They weren't sure if it was really gone. They said that if my eyes healed then I might be able to see again."
"Every single night I prayed that my eyes would heal, that I would be able to see again. That I would be able to see Max's face again, that I would be able to see Fangs wings again, that I would be able to see the sky, even one more time."
"I really thought I would get my eye sight back, I thought that if I wished hard enough, prayed hard enough, I could get it back. I remember sitting on a table, waiting for them to take the bandages off, I was so nervous, but also excited. I remember the sound of the scissors tearing through the cloth, the soft crumpling sound the made as they hit the floor. I remember the scientist telling me I could open my eyes." A small tear rolled down Iggys cheek, but he didn't seem to notice, "I remember sitting there, eyes closed, the anticipation and excitement gnawing at me, and then… and then, I opened my eyes."
"All I saw, all I've ever seen since then… is black."
I felt my heart beating loudly in my chest, and some small part of my brain registered that my cheeks were wet, I had been crying. But in that moment none of that mattered, all that mattered was the boy sitting in front of me. The boy sitting there, his eyes filled with pain.
"I-Iggy!" I cried, standing up I leaned across the corner of the table that separated us and threw my arms around him.
"I-Iggy!" Iggy heard Ella's chair scrape against the floor and the next thing he knew he felt her arms around him.
W-why? He thought, eyes wide, why is she hugging me?
She was so close. He could feel her warm body against his, feel her chest rising up and down as she breathed, feel her heart thudding in her chest. He felt her soft hair, brushing against his cheek. And, oh, he could smell her! She smelled amazing, like nothing he had ever smelled before, she smelled like flour, pencil shavings, and library books. She smelled of warm sunny days, and of butterflies and grass. She smelled of so many things, all of them wonderful, and none of them going together.
"Oh, Iggy," she sobbed into his shirt. Wait, she was crying? Why? Had he done something to upset her?
"Oh, Iggy, I," she sniffled, "I know what happened to you was terrible. More terrible than anything I've ever heard of, but it's okay now, it's okay because you have a place to be, a place where you belong. We want you to stay, to be part of our family. You don't need your eyes here, we'll be your eyes, I'll be your eyes. We want you to stay, I want you to stay!" She sobbed even harder, soaking through his t-shirt, "So please, please stay?"
His eyes widened even further, and his mouth opened slightly. What did this mean? What was going on?
He blinked several times, surprised.
"I," he wasn't sure what to say.
"I never had the intention of leaving, you know?" he said, slowly wrapping his arms around her, a small, tender smile finding its way onto his face. He patted her hair, making small shushing noises.
"It's okay, don't worry, I won't leave, I'll stay here," and then in an even softer voice he said, "I'll stay here, with you."
He wasn't sure what was going on, or what this strange feeling in his chest was, but there was one thing he knew for sure. He knew that he wanted Ella to be happy. He wanted her to be happy for as long as possible. And if this made her happy, than he would stay like this forever.
"I'll stay here, with you."
My eyes widened and my heart started to beat faster. Suddenly I realized what I was doing, I was hugging Iggy! I mentally flipped for a minute, but then I calmed down when I realized he was hugging me back. I was hugging Iggy, and he was hugging me back!
Iggy, I thought, smiling slightly. He was holding me tightly, but still gently, and he was making small shushing sounds, as if trying to calm me down. He had his head resting on top of mine, and he was rubbing my back soothingly.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, just now realizing how good he smelled. I could also feel his heart beating. It was so rhythmic and steady, I almost felt like I was going to fall asleep. Well, that is if the corner of the table hadn't been jutting into my stomach.
We were kind of at an odd angle. He was sitting, and I had gotten up slightly when I had flung myself at him. Oh, no, did I really fling myself at him? Talk about embarrassing! Anyway, we had been sitting at the corner of the table, so it wasn't really in the way, but it was still poking me in a rather annoying way. I was also now kind of sitting on the edge of my chair, but the rest of my body was in Iggy's arms. I suppose I should feel rather odd, being in a boy's arms I barely knew, but I didn't. It felt good, it felt right, like I belonged there. Which is odd isn't it?
I know we should probably move, I mean, we've been sitting like this for a few minutes, but for some reason I don't want to. It was like we were having one of those moments they always have in movies, where the romantic music is playing in the back ground, and the main characters have those dreamy expressions on their faces. Did I have a dreamy expression on my face? Hmm, maybe I did, who knows? But I did know I didn't want to move, I didn't want to brake the moment, our moment—
The front door slammed open, "We're home! Ooh, is that chocolate chip cookies I smell?"
Max's voice broke me out of my trance. Oh my god! What would everyone think if they saw this?
I leaped back, falling over my chair with a crash. Iggy, seemed just as startled, but he quickly got up to help me up.
"What was that?" I heard Max's worried voice come from down the hall, her footsteps picking up pace.
"Er, nothing, just me being clumsy!" I said as Iggy helped me up. I quickly backed away from him, and wiped my eyes. He picked my chair back up just as Max walked in.
"What happened?" She asked, looking from me to Iggy.
"Oh, nothing, I just tripped over a chair." I waved my hands in the air, as if trying to make it go away, "It was no big deal."
"A chair?" Max asked, eyes wide, "How do you trip over a chair?"
"Oh, if there's a way, Ella will find it, she's the clumsiest person I've ever met." I heard my mom laugh as she walked into the kitchen, putting some grocery bags down on the counter.
Iggy had taken the cookies out of the over, and the smell was starting to waft through the house.
"So how did you trip over a chair?"
"Uh, I just did, I walked in and, bang, I tripped," I smiled sheepishly at her.
"Do I smell cookies?!" The Gasman's unmistakable voice rang through the house, followed my several other shouts of 'cookies?! Where?!'
Soon all the kids ran in, followed by a disgruntled looking Fang. They dropped their bags of clothes in the living room before running into the kitchen.
"I knew it, I did smell cookies!" Gazzy shouted, running up to Iggy, who was putting them on a tray to cool.
"Hey there little guy, be careful they're hot." Iggy warned.
"Yeah, you guys be careful," Max shouted over the din. How did it suddenly become so noisy?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Fang follow the kids into the kitchen. He looked at all the kids, groaned, and walked over to Iggy.
"Hey," Fang said to Iggy, looking exhausted, "do you have any idea how awful that was?" He seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face.
Iggy grinned, "That bad eh?"
"You have no idea." Fang picked up a cookie, biting into it angrily.
Max walked back over to me when she had gotten the kids to quiet down slightly.
She sighed, and then looked at me, frowning slightly.
"Hey, have you been crying?" She asked, her head tilted to one side. I was still listening to Iggy and Fangs conversation, so I wasn't really paying attention.
"Er, no," was all I said.
"What happened?" Iggy turned to him, wiping his hands on a towel to get rid of the cookie crumbs.
"Well first of all, it was impossible to keep the kids together, even with Max and me keeping an eye on them. It was like someone had been pumped sugar directly into their bloodstream, they were practically bouncing off the walls."
"I think you have, look at your eyes there all red and puffy." Max stepped closer to me. She squinted slightly at my eyes.
"Ug, and then there were the girls," Fang groaned, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"The girls?" Iggy sounded slightly curious now.
"It was like they were in some kind of herd. No, herd isn't the right word for it, more like pack. They kept coming over, asking me all these questions, like: 'Are you new in town?' or, 'Do you go to the high school here?' They were driving me crazy! Not to mention every time one of them came up Max nearly threw a fit. Her face would get all red, and then her eyes would start popping out of her head," he chuckled slightly, "I have to say, that was kind of funny. But still, they were so annoying, especially when I was trying to watch the kids."
"Fang, you lady killer," Iggy teased, laughing slightly.
"Yeah, well you should have seen it when…" his voice faded out into the back ground as Max's hand waved in front of my face.
"Hello? Earth to Ella, anybody in there?"
"Huh?" I asked intelligently.
"Hmm, it's funny, but I kind of get the feeling that you weren't listening to me." Max said with her usual sarcasm.
"Oh, er, sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, giving up on trying to hear the boys conversation.
"I was saying that your eyes look kind of red, did something happen?" Uh-oh, what was I supposed to say?
"Uh," I said, trying to think of an excuse. I had had my period last week, and Max knew it, so I couldn't lie about that… what was I suppose to say?!
"You were crying," Max's eyes narrowed, there was no question in her voice.
"Iggy!" Max turned, fire practically coming out of her nose.
"Wait, it's not his"—I tried to say, but Max had already started talking.
"Ella's been crying. Why?" She glowered at him, "You were the only one home, what happened?"
"She has?" He asked. He seemed genuinely surprised. Had he forgotten about what had happened like two minutes ago?! Or… was he just lying because he didn't want anyone to know. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe he thought I was embarrassed? Well, I suppose I sort of am embarrassed.
"Max," I tugged on her sleeve slightly, "really, its fine, and it has nothing to do with Iggy. I'll," I paused, "I'll tell you later, okay?" I would probably be able to think of something by then.
"Okay," she didn't look convinced, maybe she just wanted an excuse to yell at someone? Her nerves did seem to be stretched rather thin.
"Here, come help me with the rest of the bags. Just wait until I tell you about our day today. There were these girls at the store, oh my god, they were such…" I let her voice fade out slightly as we walked out to the car.
As I left, I heard Fang say, "Hey Iggy, your shirts all wet, what happened?"
"Oh this," Iggy replied nonchalantly, "I just spilled some water while I was cooking, no biggy."
No biggy? Was that all it was?
Well, maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, I just hugged him, it's not like we… like we did anything, like kissed or something. Ah! I can't believe I just thought of something as crazy as that! I mean me and Iggy kissing, that's totally crazy! It would never happen.
But still, it was odd. Iggy was acting like nothing had happened, while I was totally freaking out! Maybe it was just me? Maybe he just hadn't felt the same things I did when we hugged… or maybe he just didn't have his emotions sorted out yet, heck, I didn't have my emotions sorted out yet. Aren't girls supposed to be the ones who are in touch with their emotions?
Arg! I can't believe I'm talking about this as if it's some sort of romantic situation! Nothing had happened, it was no big deal!
Nothing had happened… right?
Okay, so how was that? I know it was terribly angsty, sorry! I'm hoping the next chapter will have more humor, but I'm not making any promises, because I never know what's going to happen with my fics.
Oh, BTW, the whole thing where Iggy is explaining how he became blind is totally made up. I mean, the part about them experimenting on his eyes is true, this is just my spin on how it happened.
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