Didn't Max mention certain 'Most Likely Awards' a few times in the books? I seem to remember a 'most likely to start a cult', or maybe that was in a fanfiction. Oh well, this is just a random thought I had one day. Sorry if Max never said it in the books, for the sake of this fiction, she did :D

This is set after MAX.

Hope you enjoy it, I don't know where I'm going with it. :)


ARGH! I was just re-reading St. Fang of Boredom's 'Another Form of the Avian Bird Flu', and I found the Fang-cult-most-likely thing!

So, all credit to Saint for accidentally giving me the idea for this story.

Also, I own nothing! Never have, most likely never will. Although, I do like to keep an open mind...

R & R?

So, we were taking a break from our ever tiresome duties, and were currently kicking it back at my Mom's. Ella was pretty excited, and of course Mom was too. They loved having us- I really don't know why. I mean, we practically eat them out of house and home. I would've felt bad for dumping six genetically-enhanced bird-kids and two dogs on my other family, but I knew Mom didn't care. She was just cool that way. I mean, how many Moms let you and your adoptive family stay at her house instead of being on the run from deranged scientists who want to kill and/or experiment on you?

Uh, I guess that'd probably just be my Mom. Unless there's another flock of genetic freaks out there with incredibly cool Moms who make them cookies.

Which brings me to my next point; Mom's cookies. We were eating them.

"Seriously, Dr. M! These are the most amazing cookies ever! What do you make them with? Like, besides the choc-chips and stuff. Can I help you make them?" Nudge asked, her mouth full of chocolaty goodness in cookie form.

We were enjoying luxuries we'd never had on a regular basis before, like hygiene, and food. It was pretty cool, if I do say so myself.

"Sure you can." Mom laughed, passing Gazzy his fifty-billionth cookie. Nudge just grinned and shook her head. I looked around the table, and I smiled. Angel was sitting with Total and Celeste on her lap, giving Total cookies and pretending to feed them to Celeste. She was just too darn adorable. Iggy and Gaz were having some kind of contest- who could shove the most cookies into their mouth at once. Nudge was talking to Ella about some new store that was opening at the mall- I made a mental note that she could go, so long as she didn't drag me along. And Fang... Fang was shovelling cookies into his mouth over and over, looking somewhat like the poster child for a starved orphan.

Somehow he still managed to make piggish-eating look- wait, never mind. Forget I said anything.

Fang and I were 'dating', to use the term loosely. I mean, we didn't go out to dinner or the movies or anything fancy shmantzy like that. The events on US Death-Sub and any occurrences immediately before/after such events were, for once, not being stripped from my mind in an attempt to ignore building feelings for Fang. I was embracing said feelings, much to the joy of the Fangster and Flock in general.

I felt something grab my hand. I knew without looking over that it was Fang. I mean, obviously. Who else would hold my hand under the table? Total? I think not. I glanced at Fang, and he did that little half-smile that I loved. I smiled back.

"Are they doing the weird all-smiles thing?" Iggy whispered to the Gasman.

"Uhuh." Gazzy answered before devouring another cookie.

"Okay. Hey guys- get a room." He called with a grin in our general direction.

"Even the blind kid rags on us." I muttered. Fang chuckled lightly, but remained his ever-silent self.

"So, what are your plans for today?" Mom asked us, grabbing at the rare occurrence of silence.

"Chill at home."

"Hang out."

"Blow up... some balloons." No one missed Iggy's hasty cover-up.

"Ditto." Gazzy intoned, nodding vigorously.

"Be careful." Mom said, guessing that banning them wouldn't work at all. She was learning.

So, with various calls that spelt out 'virtually nothing', Ella grinned.

"Me and Nudge came up with this awesome idea last night." She began, and immediately I felt that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. No, it wasn't cookies being digested. It was never a good thing when one slightly hyper, motor mouth bird kid and one apparently diabolical teenager 'came up with an awesome idea'. That was plotting, in my opinion.

"What's the idea?" Angel asked. Wait, why was the mind-reading demon asking that? Then I saw the all-too innocent smile. She was in on this- a way for us to agree. I shot her a steely glance. Angel, if this is an idea that will cause embarrassment for me or destruction of my Mom's house, forget it.

She just smiled, avoiding my gaze. The little devil.

"We want to do another 'Most Likely' awards! Nudge told me that you used to do them back at the E-Shaped house." Ella explained. Ah, the Most Likely awards. Like Fang- Most Likely to be a cult leader, or something like that. I can never remember. We'd been bored one day a year or two after Jeb left us, and someone suggested that we did a 'Most Likely' awards.

"Oh yeah!" Gazzy grinned, remembering. "I remember that! I was voted 'Most likely to be the first person to cause death via bodily release'." He snickered. I saw Nudge roll her eyes and mouth 'gross' to herself.

"I figured it'd be fun to do it here, now that you're gonna be sticking around for a while." Ella smiled. "What do you guys think?"

"Sure." Gazzy shrugged.

"Whatever." Iggy seconded.

"Definitely." Angel beamed. I knew she was in on it.

"Okay." Fang nodded.

"Yeah." Total chimed in, "I bet I know who'll be voted 'most likely to catapult into superstardom'." 3 guesses to who he was talking about... delusional dog.

"Max?" Nudge looked at me pleadingly. I sighed. Those darn Bambi eyes. I offered her a grin, and a nod. She squealed in delight.

"Awesome! We'll do the categories tonight, and tomorrow morning we'll start!" Nudge began chattering excitedly to Ella, and Angel soon joined them.

"Do I get a say in this?" Mom asked me with an easy-going grin. I shook my head.

"There's no point taking them on, Mom." I laughed. "They're an unstoppable force of nature."

She nodded, and we smiled, having one of those gooey mother-daughter moments that I'd missed out on so much of. Approximately fourteen years of my life were motherless, so it was times like these that made me angry that the Whitecoats had grafted Avian DNA to my human DNA.

Like, more angry than usual.

"Max!" Nudge's horrified shriek made me realise that everyone except Mom and me had left the table, and a glance to the cookie pile told me the reason for everyone's absence. Two crumbs met my disgruntled gaze, and a choc-chip. I popped it into my mouth before I went running for Nudge.

There went that sinking feeling again.


A short prologue-type thing. Again, all credit to Saint for the quote;

'Iggy laughed. "Always said he was 'Most Likely to Become a Cult Leader' in the Flock."' In chapter two of 'Another Form of the Avian Bird Flu'.

R & R & Rainbows. Hah, just like in my name! :D