Warren had been in a lot of shady places, but this was by far the worst of them. As he stretched his legs out on a stool in front of the bar, he surveyed his surroundings. The place was a real mess, that was for sure. Cigarette butts covered most of the floor, which was sticky enough to make moving a real effort. In one corner was a pool table that had seen better days, and in the other corner, a large jukebox perpetually playing country music.

The bar was almost half full, but it was the same old crowd Warren had seen in all of the dives he frequented. Lonely old men, drowning their sorrows and hoping to get lucky with one of the many haggard older women that frequented bars like this. He couldn't help laughing at the women's desperation to stay young and desirable, with their big hair, blue eye shadow and animal print skirts.

"If I wasn't gay before..." he muttered to himself after seeing a particularly trashy woman shoot a smile his way. He signaled to the bartender for another beer, shifting the five empty bottles to the side. He had given up wondering when they were going to clear them.

As the bartender took the notes Warren had hastily shoved in his direction, he sighed. This life was getting tiring. He had just come back from Maxville, after seeing Will for the last time. At least, he thought it was going to be the last time, but after seeing Will's face again, he wasn't so sure.

For the past two years, he had been trying to convince himself that leaving had been the right thing to do. Of course he had no doubt that Will was safer without him around, but he did always wonder if Will felt the same sense of emptiness that haunted him constantly. He had hoped that over time it would get better, that maybe he might even meet someone else someday, but he knew now that that would never happen.

There had been others over the past two years, but only to help save him from another empty night. None of them had been anywhere close to Will though. Nobody could ever measure up, so invariably, come the next morning, Warren would leave without a word, knowing he would never see them again.

Without warning, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around slowly, arranging his face to look like he didn't want to be bothered. Before him stood a young lady, one of the few he had seen in a place like this. Like Warren, it was blatantly obvious she didn't belong in a place like this. Her hair was straight and naturally blonde, not like the peroxide perms he saw all around them. She had dressed modestly, in a way that would make her blend into any crowd. But the most interesting thing Warren noticed was the look in her eyes. She wasn't broken yet.

"Hi." He said warmly. He wasn't going to sleep with this girl, that he knew right away. He didn't want to be the guy that hurt her, but he did want a future with her either.

"Hi...are you Tim?" She asked nervously, biting on her lower lip slightly.

"Uh.. No. Warren." He replied, offering her his hand to shake.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here..." She said, sitting down next to Warren. "I'm Sophie by the way."

"Nice to meet you Sophie. I don't wanna sound rude but..."

"You're wondering why I don't know who I'm meeting?"

"A little."

"Internet dating...sad I know." She said, blushing slightly.

Warren arched an eyebrow in surprise. This girl wasn't Americas Next Top Model, not even close, but she wasn't the sort of person Warren expected to have to use the Internet to get a date.

"Wanna drink?" He asked, smiling gently. It had been so long since he had even tried to be nice without wanting to get laid, he wondered if he was laying it on a little thick.

"Sure."

"Hey buddy." Warren called to the bartender "Can I get another beer and..."

"Um, I'll have a mojito."

The barman looked slightly surprised for a moment before starting to make the drink. This wasn't the sort of place where mojitos were in high demand.

"So, Internet dating huh?" He began.

"Yeah..."

"Let me give you a little piece of advice. If I guy wants to meet you in a dive like this... you really don't wanna meet him."

"I'll keep that in mind." She said, smiling coyly. "But tell me, if this is such a dive, what are you doing here?"

"You got all night?"

-

"God that's awful!" Sophie said, laying a hand on Warrens arm. He smiled wryly, taking another sip of coffee.

About an hour earlier the bar had closed, so they had moved to a near by diner that was open all night. There, Warren had continued telling his story. Obviously he had left out some details, the super power thing and all, and he had been a little creative with why he had left, but in essence it was the same.

"Yeah pretty much." He replied. "So, I just got back and now... I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore."

"Warren." Sophie said, smiling sympathetically. "You're an idiot."

"Huh?" he replied, stunned by the outburst. All night Sophie had been listening so intently, commenting sweetly when he had described something Will had done or said.

"You don't know what you're doing because you shouldn't be here. You should be back with Will."

"It's more complicated than that..."

"Of course it is, life is pretty complicated in general. The stuff with your families, your father hating him..."

Warren blushed slightly, aware now of the half truth he had told. Warrens father did hate Will, he had just left out the part about Barron Battle tiring to kill them.

"Look." She continued "I know I'm pretty much a stranger to you, but maybe that just means I have a clearer perspective. It's so obvious you still love him and unless you enjoy sitting alone in crappy bars, you need to go back and fix it!"

"But I hurt him too much...it's been too long." He said, dropping his eyes from hers sadly.

"That's bull Warren. You're afraid, and that's ok." She said, squeezing his arm again. "Everyone's afraid. I know you're scared of hurting him again, and that you think you made the right decision, but look at yourself...."

"I...you know you're really pushy. You really remind me of someone I used to know...you're not in Green peace are you?"

"Warren I'm serious, how can something that's hurting you so much be the right thing to do."

"Ok!" he grunted, throwing his hands up in the air "So I screwed up, don't you think I already know that?"

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

Warren frowned. He had imagined going back so many times, but every single time he got in his car, he knew he couldn't. But this time, after seeing Will and after going over it all again with Sophie, he wasn't so sure.

"I don't know... How can I go back? It's been two years..."

"Love waits. It doesn't ever go away, not really."

Warren smiled. He felt his heart beating faster, adrenalin running through his veins before he had even moved. He has always imagined the moment he would decide, but without anyone to push him, it had nver came. As if unable to control himself, he rose from the table.

"I hope you're right Sophie...." he said, walking towards the door.

"Warren wait!" She called, pulling him into a hug. "I hope I see you again Warren. You don't really feel like a stranger anymore."

"You will." He said smiling "But right now, I think I have to go... home."

-

Several hours later Warren pulled his car into the driveway of his home. The house had been empty for the two years he had been away, but he had paid a property manager well to maintain it for him. He had never imagined coming back, but it was his mothers home and he couldn't bring himself to sell it.

As he walked in he smiled slightly. Everything looked exactly the same. Even the air smelt the same as he walked around the house getting his bearings, before walking up to his bedroom and flopping down on the bed, exhausted from the emotional night with Sophie and the long drive back to Maxville.

He had wanted to drive straight over to Wills house, but upon seeing his reflection in the rear view mirror, decided against it in favor of sleep. Warren suspected Will wouldn't just take him back easily, so he needed some time to figure out the best way to talk to him. It would be a shock to the system for both of them, so he hoped to prepare slightly.

As he drifted off to sleep, in the same bed he had shared with Will so many times, he began to feel something he had long since forgotten.

Hope.

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AN: Damn, I just can't leave these two alone! I have some vague ideas about this, and a whole bunch of scenes in my head, but I don't know exactly what's going on with this one. I can promise there will be lots of updates, my passion for warren and will seems to have ignited once again, but I feel like maybe my writing style has changed a little (Well, you would hope I had gotten better over the course of five years)

Um.. lets see. I think this will probably focus on the characters and their relationships more than the superhero side of it. Also, I have no idea how old Warren and Will actually are, and I'm not sure if I have ever made a point of saying so, but in my head I'm imagining Will as almost 18 and warren as 19ish, so lets go with that.

Does anyone know if I have ever written about that? I have never actually read through the series in one go (I'm too ashamed of my earlier stuff) so I don't know... I guess I really should read it if I'm getting confused :P

I hope you all enjoy this. As much as I love sad endings, it didn't feel right. Although that doesn't mean it'll all work out anyway...