Disclaimer: This is the only disclaimer I will provide for this story. I do not own the movie Sky High, or any canon characters. I own all original characters that do not appear in the movie and any original ideas portrayed in this story.

Warning: If you are looking for another romance story it would be advisable to leave now. This will not be a typical Warren/OFC story nor will it have page long descriptions of the characters’ outfits and/or hair. Also, do not expect anything beyond a PG rating in the way of romantic situations…I don’t/never will, write gratuitous fluff.

Timeline: This will be the gang’s junior year in at sky high…Warren will also be a junior. Lash spent a year in prison and then came back this year to finish high school. The story starts the day before Christmas break begins for Sky High.

Summary: This will be a very different type of Sky High story. It will center on a new group of students who have very little to do with Will’s group of friends…at first. Please be patient with the characterization and plot, as I like taking my time in developing a story. This story will have action/adventure in it and a plot that includes revenge, love, drama and friendship.

Chapter 1.

Sky High was different. From the time of the homecoming incident, changes had been taking place to make it better for both student and teacher alike. Most of these changes came about by the urgings of the active student rights group SFNC (Students for No Classification) led by the reluctant hero Layla. What most people didn’t know was that the SFNC had a secret ally who was responsible for letting these new measures pass. Today, Principal Powers was ruing her aid to this group…especially when one of its less vocal members was the culprit of mass hysteria.

Principal Powers was frustrated. The resounding click of her high-heeled shoes echoed through the abandoned corridors of the floating school. There was an edge to her smile all day and many steered clear because of it. She knew that some time during that afternoon she would have to deal with the perpetrator of the gymnasium destruction. Powers comforted herself with the thought that the whole school hadn’t been destroyed. At least the school board had the foresight to make sure the actual building was nearly indestructible in design.

The Principal of Sky High opened the door to the detention room, straightened her shoulders and entered. She looked down at the unruly boy, lounging in the desk. The annoyingly, bright detention room made his dark hair and clothes seem ridiculous. The principal of Sky High was a patient woman in most respects…but she had just reached her limit. She had been so glad to see Warren coming out of his shell little by little and getting into trouble less and less. Two days ago, he had started the relapse of all relapses.

The cafeteria had not been redesigned as before but the gym and all the save-the-citizen equipment had been demolished. True, he had been provoked, but his loss of control was startling. She continued glaring down into his brown eyes for a moment and then left with a frustrated sigh. Why recite a speech that he had already memorized? Detentions were obviously not working for this one. She had come in ready to issue a string of words that would mean absolutely nothing to him; it was time for new measures. The problem was she wasn’t quite sure what those new measures should be.

Warren watched the Principal leave through his stringy, black hair and growled as the door slid shut. Inside he felt ashamed that he had been baited so easily. Somewhere in his gut there was a wrenching feeling. Warren Peace felt guilty for something he had done and it scared him. He knew that Principal Powers was frustrated and disappointed. She wasn’t satisfied with leaving him in the white torture chamber; something worse was forthcoming. At least it was the last day of school before Christmas break; he would have three glorious weeks to spend doing absolutely nothing.

An hour of senseless thoughts passed before the door was opened again. A goofy-looking freshman passed through the doors followed closely by the principal. He looked around, awe playing across his freckled features.

The freshman opened his mouth to reveal braces, “I did it! I got to the detention room!” he paused when he saw Warren, “And I’m with Warren Peace…does it get any cooler than this!” he screeched taking a seat beside Warren and receiving nothing but a scowl in return.

“Yes Mr. Wise, I hope you’re happy now,” Powers said in a sarcastic voice. She motioned to Warren, “Your time is up Mr. Peace come with me.”

Warren got up and slung his back pack on his shoulder. Before he passed through the door he turned back to the grinning freshman who was addressing him.

“Yo, Warren see you later, okay?” he said making a dorky gesture with his hands.

Warren shook his head and left the room, following closely behind the principal.

Was I ever a freshman? He thought to himself.

The halls had been empty for over an hour and the walk seemed extra long as he trudged after the woman, staring at the back of her head menacingly. She opened the door to the office and waved him in, following after with a click of heels. Warren took a seat in the empty chair that he had called home for the first year of high school and watched the lady sit with her usual gracefulness. She smoothed out her black skirt before turning her eyes to him.

“Warren, I am severely disappointed in your lack of control the last two days. Despite any provocation you are an upperclassman and should be able to handle yourself as such. I had come to expect better from you,” she finished giving him a stern stare.

“Yea well,” the boy answered simply as if he could care less.

“Well, as your apparent lack of regret shows, stronger measures are needed,” she took out a sheet of paper and handed it to him, “I am assigning you to community service for two weeks, helping at our sister school Powers Elementary.”

“Powers Elementary?” Warren replied with a smirk.

“Yes, it is a small school. As you know, powers don’t usually manifest until puberty. This school is for special students who have certain powers or physical traits associated with powers before puberty. It was named and founded by my grandfather General Powers.”

“You’re serious.”

“Yes, Mr. Peace I’m very serious,” she replied standing, crossing the room and opening the door for him, “That sheet has directions and times when you will be working. You will begin the week after break. I have taken the liberty of canceling your last period of gym class until the two weeks are up.”

Warren looked at her in shock and then down at the paper, “I have to work some of these days, right after school,” he said seriously, glancing between the woman and the times.

“Good, I’d hate to think this punishment wasn’t an inconvenience to you somehow.”

Warren rolled his eyes and left, his black boots pounding an angry rhythm into the loneliness of the halls. The paper had been crushed in his hands but it had yet to be burned to ashes. If he had to do community service it would be good to know where he was going. A door to a classroom opened as he passed and Will Stronghold came out looking up the hall at the back of his retreating friend. He ran after and slowed to a stop as he fell into an even stride with the somber-looking pyro.

“I saw you pass…So how was detention?” Will asked trying to sound chipper as he flipped his brown hair back from his eyes with his hand

“Same as always,” Warren answered in the gravelly tone of mock-annoyance.

“Sounds…interesting.”

“What do you want Stronghold?”

“Nothing, I thought you’d need a ride home after detention so I caught up on some work in Mr. Medulla’s class while I was waiting. Now I don’t have any assignments over break.”

“You are not carrying me home Will,” Warren said stopping mid-stride to glare down at his friend.

“Who said anything about carrying you?” Will answered in an excited tone as he held up a set of keys.

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Warren stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets as the chilly winter breeze whipped around them. He stared at the car dubiously, “Who owns this car?”

“Me!” Will said in what sounded like a high-pitched squeal. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Warren expectantly.

“Since when?”

“Since my parents came home from Greece last night! They said it’s an early Christmas present.” he said looking down at the automobile like a proud father, “So, do you want a ride home?”

“Sure, if you can drive this thing,” Warren answered, stowing his backpack in the trunk.

He slid into the passenger side of the two-seater and looked around with a raised eyebrow. The exterior had a nice dark blue paint job with white racing stripes but the inside was twice as impressive. Will sat in the driver’s seat and watched as Warren examined the car. Stronghold patted the red leather seats and smiled.

“Pretty cool huh?”

“Yea, I guess, if you’re colors are red, white and blue,” Warren answered sarcastically.

They both knew he approved…how could anyone not approve of a flying sports car? Besides, it looked pretty darn cool. Will laughed conspiratorially as he put the key into the ignition and started the car. They lifted off the ground and hovered for a moment before Will pushed the gas and they shot off. Warren watched his giggling friend and sighed deeply.

“Sometimes Stronghold, you’re worse than a freshman.”