I found a character sheet kinda thing that I made for Max almost a year ago. I think I meant to do the rest of the Flock but forgot to lol maybe I'll get to it after finals
i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media
Max had been pretty down in the dumps since Fang abandoned everyone so the rest of the flock thought it'd be a good idea to stay with her mom, Valencia, and her half-sister, Ella. They thought her family would cheer her up. Adam wasn't really sure if it was working though, especially with Dylan there. If he didn't get on her nerves before, he definitely did now.
Adam, besides a few moments here and there, did his best to forget Fang even existed. He even threw the ring Fang had gotten him for his birthday into a nearby pond with support from Nudge. Which he immediately regretted and dove into the water to get it back. He found it and made Nudge vow to never bring it up.
But other than that, life was good. This was probably the longest the group had gone without an injury of some kind. Gazzy had won like twenty bucks off of Max's mom in a poker game, Nudge took up baking again and sometimes let Adam help her (emphasis on sometimes), and Adam signed up for online college classes. Back when they were with Anne, she made him do a placement test to figure out what grade he should go into and he actually ended up getting his GED instead thanks to the School's lovely education system.
This was one of the times Nudge didn't let Adam help her bake, so he opted to just sit and watch her. Max came through the front door and Nudge immediately rushed to her holding a cookie from the latest batch.
"Taste," She demanded while shoving the cookie into Max's face.
"Oh, what? You didn't trust my opinion?" Adam asked with an overdramatic offended expression.
"Oh, zip it," Nudge said over her shoulder before she looked back to Max, "here." As soon as Max opened her mouth to say something, probably "no" by the look on her face, the cookie was put into her mouth anyway.
"Your mom's been teaching me how to cook. Too dry? Too chocolatey?" Nudge rambled on.
"'Too chocolatey' is an oxymoron," Iggy spoke up from the living room. Adam heard a faint giggle from Ella before Iggy asked her to keep reading Tarzan to him. He could tell that she had a little crush on the lanky guy.
Max didn't say anything, she looked upset. But these past eight days, that's all she looked. Nudge walked back to the kitchen when Max and Valencia started talking.
"I'm tellin' ya, Nudge, you gotta cook them for like two minutes less," Adam went back to explain, "they're good when they're a little doughy still."
"Alright, I do that for the next batch," Nudge rolled her eyes and took a bite out of the cookie.
"Someone's coming," Angel said suddenly. God, she always made Adam's hair stand on end. That kid was creepy as hell. "It's Jeb...Jeb and Dr. Hans." She clarified after a moment. Oh great, just a casual meet-up with Max's estranged father and the crazy scientist who almost killed Fang. Why would any of them not want that?
"How'd they-" Max murmured before turning to her mom, "you told them we were here?! You know I hate seeing Jeb! And Dr. Hans! He could've killed Fang!" Adam's heart pinged at hearing his name. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Angel give him a sympathetic look.
"I know, honey," Valencia spoke calmly, "but Jeb called and said he just wanted to talk to you. Something urgent, he was really insistent."
"I'm not talking to him," Max huffed and started storming off down the hall, but Dylan's voice made her suddenly stop.
"If Max doesn't want him here, he shouldn't be here." That guy was a real ass-kisser.
"Don't worry, Max," Angel had gotten up and took Max's hand in hers, "whatever he says, we're in this together. We're the flock."
Adam could tell that he and Max were thinking the same thing: jeez, this kid switches up fast. Just last week she was trying to overthrow Max's 'rule' over the flock.
"Let him in," Max said with a shrug after a moment.
---
It wasn't long after Angel's prediction that the two men came through the door. Adam hung back. He didn't have as much beef with Jeb as the rest of the flock and Jeb seemed to forget that he existed, and Adam wanted to keep it that way. But that didn't mean he wouldn't glare at him in support.
"So much for my vacation," Max muttered and crossed her arms, which Angel mimicked. And Dylan (ew).
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we really need to talk to you, all of you," Jeb spoke, "but especially Max."
"This oughta be good," Max said with a roll of her eyes, "what? Are we needed in the coldest part of the earth? Or to take down another unwater lair?"
"No," Jeb said, very clearly irritated which very clearly amused Max, "this is bigger than you, bigger than all of us. I need you to open your mind and listen."
"Last time I 'opened my mind'," She used air quotes, "you injected hallucinations into it."
"Just hear me out. An evolutionary revolution is happening all over the world."
"Which means what exactly?"
"Worldwide, a new generation of children with supernatural powers has appeared," Dr. Hans explained.
"Sounds like we should join 'em," Adam spoke up from where he still sat at the kitchen counter. The two men only glared at him before looking back to Max. "Alright fuck me I guess," Adam muttered quietly to himself.
"These are the type of people you will be leading after you save the world. It's time you start leading them," Dr. Hans told her sternly, "now."
Adam looked over at Max. She didn't usually take being told what to do well, but she seemed to be interested. He sighed and zoned out of the conversation, it's not like he had anything to do with the crazy scientists' plans. He was supposed to be dead by now. Just a failed version of an eraser to be put down.
"...We want Max to breed. Produce heirs. Who will govern the world after she dies," Dr. Hans' words brought Adam back to reality.
What the-?
"Oh, no," Max shook her head, seeing Jeb glance at Dylan.
"Over my dead body," Max's mom put her hand on her shoulder, "the hells wrong with you? She's barely fifteen!"
"Oh, thank you. So it's not just me," Max looked relieved.
"We have a house in Germany that-" Dr. Hans started again.
"No! You've already put too much on her with the whole saving the world deal, now you want her to do it with a baby on her hip? Are you insane?!" Valencia interrupted him, queen shit.
---
They all got onto the private plane not an hour later. Valencia said she wanted to at least see "Gen77" and Max folded like a lawn chair, she truly was a mama's girl at heart. But there was at least soda in there. Max opted to fly herself outside of the plane to clear her thoughts.
Adam and Nudge were chowing down on the last cookies left when Angel ran past them yelling at the pilot. This gave them all an extra second to brace for the impact. The screaming of metal prompted everyone to look out the window just in time to see both the plane wings plummeting toward the ground.
He took two seconds to think about his options before Adam jumped up and started his way to the door. Dylan had already tried to get to it and failed, falling to the back of the plane. Adam reached for the handle and managed to get ahold of it.
"I'm opening the door!" He yelled as a warning to everyone else, praying they all knew what happens when you open a door in a plane. With a grunt and maybe a few popped blood vessels, he got the door open. The feeling of triumph lasted for not even a second when a table hit him, sending Adam flying out of the plane.
Max watched him fly by her and looked back to the plane, her face pale watching Iggy and Nudge jumping out. Adam barely regained his control when he saw blood and brown and gray feathers fly, partnered with Nudge and Iggy's yelps of pain.
"I got them!" He yelled to Max and dove down to the two now-falling kids. How did he have them? He had no clue. Angel and Gazzy came over to help him. In an awkward mix of limbs and wings, they landed, hard.
Adam's hearing was filled with a high-pitched ringing making him only barely to make out everyone's voices. He got onto his knees, clutching his cracked rib, and gave Max a small nod that he was fine. He groaned as he took Gazzy's outstretched hand to help get him to his feet.
Max and Dylan stayed back to look for Dr. Hans as the others made their way back to civilization. Valencia said she had a friend who would patch everyone up at the vet's clinic since Jeb, for whatever reason, wanted to keep this under wraps. The moment they finally got to stop walking and sit down in a car, Adam leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
---
"Wait, so can you, like, explain that again," Adam asked a little embarrassed. He wasn't used to asking for help yet.
"Yeah," Fang nodded and stepped toward the edge of the large farmhouse's roof, "all you gotta do is make sure you get to a good height and then angle your wings just right to glide. It saves a ton of energy. Just watch, it's easier to show than explain." He flashed Adam a small smile and jumped off the roof, gracefully unfurling his large black wings. He found it hard to focus on Fang's technique, instead he watched the way the sun shined through his feathers, making them appear almost purple or blue. After a few twists and turns, Fang returned to the roof.
"Did you see?" He asked. The way he asked questions always seemed so genuine, at least to Adam. Like, if he didn't care, he wouldn't bother to ask.
"I think," Adam replied, unsure. He stretched out his wings and walked to the edge.
"You'll catch on quick, you're smart," Fang reassured him before letting himself fall backward off the roof again. Show-off. Adam waited for him to get a little further away before he jumped and flew after him.
The whole absurdity of the day seemed to add to the high spirits of everyone in the room. Even to weird mutant kids, a dog wedding is not an everyday event, and they were all making the best of it.
Adam was on maybe his third serving of the fancy Italian meat left at the appetizer table. Him and Gazzy were the only two sitting down, absolutely mucking, everyone else was dancing or conversing. A pair of arms wrapped around Adam's shoulder from behind.
"Hey, I'm gonna go." Fang spoke softly. Adam looked up at him with adoring eyes. He thought Fang looked so nice that day, not that he didn't look nice every day, but he really could pull off a nice suit. Plus, Adam and Max had convinced him to wear his hair away from his face.
Slightly worried, Adam studied his face. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired. And there's a lot of people, y'know?" He often was uncomfortable with loud, crowded functions, it was just a little early.
"Mhm," Adam nodded, "want me to go back with you?"
"No, no, stay here, have fun. Don't worry about me." Fang stood up straighter and placed a kiss on the top of his head.
"Alright. See you later." Adam sweetly smiled up at him.
"See ya."
Adam could've sworn he heard an undertone of sadness in his voice, but Fang was gone before he was able to ask about it.
---
It was nice just walking somewhere for once. Flying is fun and all, but Adam hadn't grown into his massive wings yet making it very tiring for him.
"Today hasn't felt real," Nudge said to him. She was finally Adam's height again now that she took off her heels. She looked forward where Max had Angel on her shoulders. "I haven't seen everyone this happy in forever."
"God, do we deserve it," Adam laughed softly. Thinking back to what's happened only in the past year, it might've been a dark thing to say but it was definitely true. The pain, the loss, it has to even out eventually.
"Hell yeah we do." Nudge smiled at him before she jogged up to the front of the group to open the door to the hotel building. Angel got off of Max's shoulders after her head got bonked off of the top of the door frame, so she hung back to take Adam's hand. Times like these reminded him that Angel really was just a little girl.
"You have a fun day, Ange?" He asked her gently.
She hummed in confirmation and rubbed her eye tiredly with her free hand. Max called out to Fang as she walked through the door and pulled out a smushed piece of cake she had stuffed in her pocket for him. There was no reply.
"Fang?" Max called again, looking into each of the bedrooms. She gasped softly when she entered the boys' room. Adam's stomach dropped, he dropped Angel's hand, and followed Max. He was thinking the worst. What if he was hurt? What if he didn't dodge Angel's weird death prediction? What if- Adam never made it to another thought, because the room was empty. Just the way they left it, except for a folded piece of paper left on the dresser. "To the Flock" was written in Fang's familiar, jagged handwriting. Max, with a shaky hand, opened the note. Adam it quickly over her shoulder.
Dear everyone, the flock, my family, you all-
Everyone looked so great today - and clean, haha. I hope you guys remember me the same way. I'm glad our last time together was happy.
But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of you again. But the thing is, everyone is a little bit right. Add everything up together, makes this decision a full right.
Dylan's right that me being here with all of you might be putting you all in danger. The threat might've just been Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel's a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help us all survive. And everyone's right about me being distracted, not focusing on all of us as a whole. I can't help it.
I hope you'll forgive someday for hurting you all. Max, you're best leader (Angel, sweetie, if you're listening, it isn't you yet) and everyone needs you. You don't need me to help you. You got this.
I need you to please not try to find me. Leaving is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, other than wearing that suit today, and seeing any of you will only make it harder. If I come back, all the same problems will be there, and I'd have to leave again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again.
Please don't make us go through it more than once.
Good-bye, I love all of you.
Fang
By the end, everyone was crying, even Iggy and Max, but Adam was too much in shock. Why didn't he notice anything? Why wouldn't Fang want him to come along with him?
"I can't believe it." Gazzy mumbled under his breath.
"That asshole." Iggy shook his head and left the room.
"This is my fault," Angel said with a sob. Max did her best to reassure her by wrapping her arm around the small girl's shoulders. Adam was the first to leave the room, he needed fresh air or an inhaler or something. His thoughts were spinning so fast that he felt winded.
No one really talked to him as he sat alone out on the tiny balcony. Every so often Adam could see someone in his peripheral peak through the glass door to check if he was still there.
---
Later in the night, when everyone was either in bed or showering, Adam finally was able to lay down on his bed. It took forever to get all the gel out of his hair, not that he didn't mind the distraction. He sighed and rolled over to grab a shirt from his bag. When he opened it, on top of his very few clothes, was a folded-up piece of paper. He picked up the paper, all it said was his name in Fang's handwriting. Feeling a lump form in his throat, he unfolded the paper to reveal a two-page long note.
Adam, ace, sweetie,
You looked so beautiful today. I'm keeping that image of you in my mind forever. I'm assuming you already read the note I left for everyone so I'm gonna skip all the super depressing shit.
I love you, Adam. I really do. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. When you're gone, you're all I think about. You're the one I want to talk to, to have my back in a fight. When you're around, the sun shining. And when we're apart, the world is in shades of gray.
I hope you forgive me for turning our worlds gray, at least for a little while.
But the more I thought of it, the more I realized that this is the right thing to do. It's right for everyone. The flock is safer without me. You're safer without me. And I'd be a total dickhead if I was selfish enough to put you in danger like that.
I love you. I love your smile, the way it lights up your whole face. I love your freckles and your beautiful hair, especially when it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I love the way the sun shines through your wings. I love your random facts and your taste in music. I love how you look at me, like I'm the only one there.
You're the smartest person I've ever met. You're the best brother to the others, you suck ass at picking out movies, but it's okay. You've always had my back, through good times and bad. You're my best friend (don't tell Max), my first and only love, and the prettiest guy I've ever seen.
I'm sorry. You deserve more than this letter, but I knew if I said goodbye in person, I would've never left. And I need to leave. I love you, you've given me my favorite memories. My best moments have been with you. I do care for you, I know it's cliche as hell, but it really isn't you. There won't be a day that I won't be thinking about you. Please don't come looking for me, because you'll ask me to come back and I will, because I can't say no to you.
Tell you what, Ace: If in 20 years we haven't died or expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you on that roof where we first looked at the stars. You know the one. 20 years from today, if I'm still alive, I'll be there waiting for you. You can bet on it.
All my love,
Fang
Adam could barely read through the tears rapidly filling his eyes. He folded the letter back up, put it on the bedside table. He rolled back onto his back, doing his best to stifle his quiet sobs. Eventually, through some miracle, he fell asleep. But that wouldn't help anything. He'd still wake up tomorrow and Fang will still be gone.
---
"So how old are you?" Fang looked over at Adam. They laid side by side on the roof of Anne's house. He was laying gingerly on the roof as to not irrate his healing injury.
"I think like thirteen. I dunno. We didn't exactly blow out candles once year in there." Adam explained with a shrug, his small and timid voice was raspy from crying thirty minutes prior. His eyes met Fang's for a moment before he quickly looked away, his cheeks burning. He felt embarrassed by every little thing he did around Fang. All he wanted was to impress this pretty boy.
Fang nodded his head. "Me, Iggy, and Max think we're like fourteen, so we're pretty close." He gave Adam a timid smile, like he wasn't used to smiling at people - especially someone he's only known for a day.
"I feel like Max doesn't really like me." Adam joked softly and pulled his knees to his chest. He stared at his shoes.
"She just isn't sure of you yet, she's very protective of all of us."
"So you're the trusting one?"
Fang basically snorted at this. "Oh hell no. You're just- I don't know. I like your vibes." Adam couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
EVERYBODY MOVED ON I, I STAYED THERE DUST COLLECTED ON MY PINNED-UP HAIR THEY EXPECTED ME TO FIND SOMEWHERE SOME PERSPECTIVE BUT I SAT AND STARED RIGHT WHERE YOU LEEEEEFT MEEEEE YOU LEFT ME NO, YOU LEFT ME NO, YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY HERE FOREVER
I'm writing a Maximum Ride fanfic even though I read it like six years ago. It's basically just the same story but my oc Adam is in it and it's from his perspective. And him and Fang dated because (to me) Fax is a little odd bc they literally grew up together. Like I'd never date my childhood bff and we didn't even live together.
Anyways, it takes place in Max but it has flash backs to earlier books, the earliest being Schools Out Forever which is when Adam joined the flock.
Lies in Being Bold (on Wattpad)
or I'm also posting the chapters here when I remember to
And because I'm even more desperate for nostalgia, I'm even writing docs as Fang in my au through the style that the extra material and online blogs use. So I'm gonna link those too.
2087
dailybridgerton
stormborns
yousharknotpass
gummygunk
titsay
origamiaround
