BWA: -Digs through stories to find SH series- Oh! I got it, guys!
Emmett: Woo hoo!
Warren: And it only took a total of three hours.
BWA: -Rolls eyes- Anyway, in a nutshell, we're back! Did you miss us?
Emmett: Of course you did!
Jamie: What torture are you going to put me through this time?
BWA: -Chuckles darkly- That's for me to know and you to find out and complain about.
BWA: -Smiles- I'm sorry that this has taken so long! Fingers crossed it was worth the wait!
Emmett: I think we should shut up and let them read.
BWA: Sounds like a plan.
Will: Na na na na na na na na BATMAN!
Jamie: -Facepalm- So it begins...
Disclaimer: Sky High belongs to Walt Disney Pictures, this crazy plot line and a certain Stronghold twin belong to me.
Safe and Sound
Loss is something everyone experiences; it could be an object, memory or even a person that gets taken away from you. It leaves a hole that's impossible to fill, a crippling agony from what you left behind.
What I wasn't expecting was to lose half of myself…
But in that loss, I learned to live.
Laughter and shouts of encouragement filled the air as we rolled around on the grass. Bets had been made and taunts had been thrown about before we dived toward each other, a tangle of arms and legs as we wrestled.
I cried out joyfully, flipping my brother onto his stomach and twisting his arm behind his back. He laughed through a cry of minor pain before he shoved me off him and pinned me to the ground. My counterparts whined and taunted my brother inside my head; the rule in place for this bet was no powers.
"Ready to give up, sis?" Will teased, grinning from ear to ear.
I rolled my eyes, letting my body go limp. He smirked and moved to get off me but I shot up and tackled him to the ground, wrapping my arms tight around him until he cried out in defeat.
"Okay, okay, I give!"
Giggling, I released him from my grip, falling backwards onto the grass. Our audience cheered, laughing as we did. Will turned and held his arm out; I smiled and took his hand, laughing harder when he quickly tugged me off the ground.
"You owe me five bucks, man," Zach grinned, bumping Ethan's shoulder.
"Beaten by a girl," Will complained, wrapping his arm around my neck and bending me forward, rubbing his fist against the top of my head as we stumbled forward. "It's worse because it's my sister."
I wriggled out of my brothers restricting arms, punching him in the side. "You had no chance," I replied, grinning.
"Talk it up," he laughed. "I'll beat you next time."
"That's what you said the last time," Warren teased when we reached him. I smiled and took his hand, letting the soothing warmth of his skin race through my body.
"Oh, shut up, Mr. Whippy." He shot back, wrapping his arm around Layla's waist.
"Look who's talking," I laughed.
Will rolled his eyes before leading Layla back inside; Ethan, Magenta and Zach followed them, chatting animatedly.
"So, when are you going to let me beat you?" I asked, looking up at Warren's face.
He laughed and wrapped his free arm around my waist, tugging me flush against his chest. "Maybe later," he replied softly, burying his face in my hair. I felt his fingers gently brush a line over the small of my back and I sighed, knowing he was tracing the shape of the scar that had completely disappeared a few weeks ago.
Things had gone back to normal once we knew for certain that Baron Battle and Claire were in solitary confinement far away from here. Michelle had come over once every few days to see how I was doing; the more severe injuries I had been given from the fight had taken a while to heal. Warren used to look away when I checked my scars in the mirror; the pink puckered line on my stomach and back taunted him until they disappeared.
If it wasn't for D and L I would have had permanent scarring from that fight; they would spend at least half an hour each day tending to the wounds on my skin. It took quite a while, but soon enough my skin was free of the scars that marred it. Personally, I enjoyed the fact that Warren was more than willing to touch the skin of my back and stomach again; I had missed the feel of his warm hands there.
Another thing I enjoyed was complete control of my body. When Claire's powers shorted out I was freed of the torture she had put me through; I no longer had the horrible nightmares she induced and I didn't lose control of my actions anymore. It was good to feel normal again.
I let go of Warren's hand so that I could squeeze my arms tight around his torso. Feeling his hand run through my thick, wavy hair, I relaxed.
"What's on your mind, baby?"
I sighed and leaned away from his chest so that I could meet his eyes, the beautiful chocolate eyes that I adored held nothing but happiness, affection and love. "Just… thinking."
He frowned and cupped my cheek, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. "It's all behind us, Jamie."
Smiling, I tilted my head back and kissed him firmly; I felt his lips quirk upward against mine before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, his grip on me tightening. I groaned against his lips and threaded my fingers into his hair, feeling the silky strands slip between my fingers. Warren's hand slid over my hip to the top of my thigh, about to hitch my leg around his waist…
"Quit sucking face and get in here, you two!"
Warren groaned in complaint, gently breaking away from my lips. Smiling apologetically, he kissed the tip of my nose and took my hand, leading me inside.
'God freaking damn it,' D grumbled inside my head.
I know how you feel, dude. I replied.
'I'm going to beat up your brother,' she continued unhappily.
'Oh, give it a rest, D.' L interrupted, laughing. 'You're not scaring anyone.'
'Watch it, Sparky.'
'Oh, dear! I'm terrified!' She taunted.
"The girls giving you trouble?" Warren asked, pulling me away from D and L's playful argument.
"As always," I replied, shaking my head with a smile.
'Excuse me? We're not giving you trouble, your brother is giving you and your boyfriend trouble!'
'For the love of all that is holy, shut up, D. It's not like they won't be all over each other as soon as they're alone again.'
Warren saw the expression on my face and laughed. "I don't even want to know."
"Wise choice," I groaned as we sat down on the couch in the living room, watching as Will put his favourite Xbox game on. "Call of Duty? Again?"
"Hell yes!" He cried, bumping his fist against Zach's. "Want to play?"
"I think I'll pass this time," I replied, leaning against Warren's side.
"Scared I'll beat you?"
"Actually, since I whipped your ass last time we played it, I thought I'd be nice and spare you the embarrassment twice in a row." I teased, smirking.
"It's all luck," he shot back.
"Most people call it skill."
Magenta grabbed a control before whacking Will in the back of the head with it; thanks to his super strength, he didn't even flinch. "Just shut up and play, I'll be doing the ass-kicking this time."
"Someone's confident," Ethan grinned, his eyes on the screen.
"She plays better than you do," Zach laughed.
"I think we should just accept the fact that Magenta and I are the best at this game," I announced.
"Keep dreaming," Ethan replied, already mashing buttons.
"Watch it, Popsicle, or I'll verse the winner."
Warren chuckled and kissed my temple. "Take it easy on them," he soothed. "No need to wound their egos right now."
I leaned my head on his shoulder and looked up at him. "You're just saying that because I beat you, as well."
Layla laughed quietly, sitting beside Will on the other couch. "I've never met a more competitive family."
"It's worse when dad and Will verse each other," I replied, getting up off the couch. "I'm gonna get something to eat, want to come?" I asked, looking down at Warren.
He smiled and stood with me, throwing a nearby pillow at the back of Will's head.
"Make me a nice sandwich while you're there, okay?" My brother called as we left the room, laughing when someone whacked him in the back of the head again.
My guess was Magenta.
"So, what's on the menu?" Warren asked when we walked into the kitchen. Mum and dad were out on a distress call, so it was just us kids, free to wreak havoc through the house.
I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, running my nose along his jaw as he settled against the island. "Nothing, I just wanted some more alone time with you."
Warren wound his arms tight around me, turning his head so that his nose bumped against mine. "Is that so?"
"Uh huh," I replied in an exhale, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and tugging his lips to mine.
The feel of his lips against mine, pressing with such urgency, set my body on fire and I threw myself into the kiss. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I parted them, letting his tongue slide into my mouth; he groaned and stepped forward quickly, slamming my body into the fridge and pressing his body along the length of mine.
He pulled away when I began to tremble from the lack of oxygen, moving to kiss his way down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spots he knew all too well. Reaching the soft skin behind my ear, he grazed his teeth along the skin before pressing his lips against it and sucking.
I bit down on my bottom lip to muffle my steady moan, my eyes clenching shut. I plunged one hand into his hair as the other pressed against his back; moving back to my lips, he kissed me heatedly, his left hand moving from my hip, trailing down my leg once again. Grabbing the back of my knee, he tugged my leg up, hitching it around his waist; we both groaned into each others mouths at the feel of our hips pressed firmly together.
'Score!' D cried happily. 'Leg hitch!'
Warren ran his tongue along my teeth, feeling my hips shift against his, just as the phone began to ring.
'Oh, come on!'
'Ha ha,' L taunted, giggling when D snarled at her.
I pulled away from Warren's burning lips with a frustrated whimper, leaning my head back against the fridge. "I don't want to answer."
"You should," he replied shakily, burying his face in my neck. "It could be your parents."
I sighed and reached for the phone on the counter beside us, pressing the 'send' button and holding the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Jamie? It's Michelle."
"Oh, hey," I replied, smiling down at Warren who pulled away from my neck to raise an eyebrow at me. "What's up?"
"You sound out of breath, sweetie. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just had to run to get the phone."
"That doesn't usually tire you out, though." She paused for a moment and when she spoke again I could hear the smugness in her tone. "You sure you weren't just making out with my son?"
Unable to help it, I started laughing. Michelle's giggles floated through the receiver as I attempted to calm down.
"I'm not even going to answer that."
"Which means you were," she laughed. "Sorry to interrupt."
"No worries," I replied, pressing my free hand against my flushed cheeks. "What did you need?"
"I was just calling to see if you guys wanted to come over for a barbeque tonight. It feels like ages since I've seen you all."
"You were here yesterday," I teased. "Admit, you're missing me."
"You caught me,' she laughed, the sound happy and relaxed. "I'm sure your parents are out on a distress call at the moment, so run it by them when they get home, okay?"
"You know they'll say yes."
"Of course. Is six a good time?"
"Great. I guess I'll see you then." She paused and I tried not to laugh again as Warren's breathing calmed against my skin. "Don't get too rough with the man who I'm sure is currently pressing you against something, am I right?"
"Oh dear," I gasped. "You are way too invested in this, Michelle."
"You know I'm only teasing, Jamie." She giggled. "Anyway, I must get back to my paintings, I'll see you later!"
"Bye," I laughed, hanging up the phone. "Your mother is shocking."
"What did she say?" He asked, pressing his lips against the skin of my shoulder.
"We got caught making out by someone who isn't even here." I laughed, hugging myself to him, keeping my leg wrapped tightly around his hips. "Wouldn't be the first time, though."
Smiling, he stood up straighter and pressed lips against my forehead; I closed my eyes and relaxed, breathing in the familiar scent of him. Campfires and something else that was impossible to describe; it was just him.
Tilting his head down, he pressed the bridge of his nose against the spot his lips had just touched. "I love you," he sighed, holding me close.
"I love you," I replied quietly, stroking the skin of his neck with my fingertips.
As it usually did, Will's voice broke through our peaceful silence. "You guys have been in there for a while… are you making me a big sandwich?"
I giggled, rolling my eyes at Warren as he turned his head toward the living room. "Make it yourself, moron." He called before turning back to kiss me again.
We ended up going over to the Peace's house that night, as Michelle had guessed. It was fun, as always; Warren made a show of cooking his food without putting it on the barbeque, listening to dad's complaints about being 'untraditional.'
I leaned against Warren's chest as we all chatted on the grass in the backyard, resting my head back on his shoulder when he pulled me closer. He kissed my hair as I relaxed in his arms, more than content.
'Life is good,' D sighed happily.
'You can say that again.' L replied, her soft voice full of relaxation.
'Life is good.'
I smiled, turning my face into Warren's neck.
Little did I know that life was planning to rear its ugly head once again.
Emmett: Dun dun duuun.
Jamie: -Giggles- When referring to my brother you need to say "Dumb dumb duuumb."
BWA: -Snorts- Be nice.
Will: -Flips Jamie the bird-
Jamie: Oh, it's on. -Chases Will around the room-
BWA: Take it outside, kiddies!
Jamie and Will: -Run outside while Will screams in terror-
Warren: Oh dear.
Emmett: It doesn't take much to set them off, does it?
BWA: Guess not. Anyway, I hope you like it so far, things will start to heat up pretty soon.
Warren: Do you think they hate us for taking so long to post this?
BWA: Um... if they do, I shot gun hiding under the desk.
Will: -Runs past the window- Reviews are love!
Jamie: -Chases- And we love you!
Warren: So leave us some love?
BWA: And don't forget to check the blog on Teaser Tuesday! The link is on my profile.
Emmett: I have a riddle for you!
Emmett: How many oms could an om nom nom if an om nom could om noms?