Okay. I've been writing a lot lately cause, well, I'm bored until my husband is back state-side again. FYI, nothing to do in military cities. Anyhow, I love this movie and thought I'd give this a shot. This is a little story about Warren being thrust into a situation he didn't want to be in, but he couldn't walk away from. He becomes the only one that can help a young woman that not only goes to Sky High, but actually lives in his neighborhood in that house, the one that everyone always knew had something wrong with it. I hope you guys like it!

Just give the story a shot. I'm actually kind of proud of how it turned out and I think you'll like it. And it does start getting more lighthearted I promise. Right around eleven or twelve I think, it starts getting less tense. Thanks.

Chapter One: Freshman Year

She sat looking in the mirror of her room, a room that more resembled a cell more than anything. She scowled at her reflection, a common place habit anymore. She hated what she was about to have to do. Going to school was a menial enough task in her mind but adding with that a bunch of super heroes in training was nearly unbearable. The fact that half of them came from Super parents was even worse. She sighed to herself as she shook her head, grabbing her long hair and tying it into a bun so it would fit underneath her hood and pulled on the jacket, ensuring the previously mentioned hood was secured down over her face before she set off to school.

She didn't take the bus with the other kids in her neighborhood for the sheer fact she didn't want them to know she lived near them. They'd thank her later. She boarded, ignoring the muttering students, all staring at the freak in the black before gliding into the furthest seat in the back she could manage. They set off like she assumed they always did, lunging off a cliff side and into the air. The other new students screamed at the sudden lunge into the air, thinking death was inevitable before soaring into the sky. She was marginally amused at their reactions but stayed silent for the most part with nothing more than a light grunt when they hit the ground.

Along with the rest of the students that got off of the three buses toting freshman, she walked towards thee impressive campus. Hanging more towards the back, she did her best to avoid damn near everyone ranging from the small red headed kid with glasses to the one sporting the American flag inspired shirt. She just preferred the back where less people saw her and where she wasn't expected to speak. In doing so, she was able to actually get a look around her and see what everything was, the sprawling metropolis styled campus that floated miles above the city below. She silently wondered what the civilians would think if they knew something this high tech, heavy and easily the size of a city block was hovering above their heads at all times with nothing more than antigravity equipment. A smile touched her lips.

"… And if you just remember those few rules, I promise you won't fall off the edge of the school."

The voice brought her attention forward once more and she realized some random Barbie with brown hair and almost disgustingly pink cardigan was speaking to them. The people around her chuckled at her remark while she couldn't help but notice there were marks that surrounded them like a circle. Her brow tensed. She was going to have to pay more attention to what was going on around her. When she spaced out, apparently it was worse than she thought.

"Well come on. Follow me inside for orientation." she smiled, beaming an unnervingly sweet smile.

She shook beneath her hoddie and followed the group of freshman fish like her into the expansive building behind the girl in pink. Yet again, she paid little to no attention as they talked about classes offered for both heroes and 'hero support'. She scoffed to herself. Really? Hero support? Why not just say sidekick like everyone knows they are? Calling them hero support just seemed more insulting than side kick to her but if anyone else noticed, they didn't say anything. Eventually they were instructed and led into the gymnasium. Everything in this school seemed oddly knew and… breakable. Either they never had mishaps here or this place was stronger than it looked.

A swooshing sound brought her attention forward when a ball of white light swooped over the entire congregations' heads. Most ducked to avoid being smacked in the back of the head by the projectile but she didn't really care. But, as surprising as the orb had been, the woman that burst from it had to be the most impressive. She was a beautiful woman for her age, dressed smartly and exuding power as she stood behind a podium that had somehow appeared from nowhere.

"Good morning, I am Principal Powers," she smiled, the 'exuding power' seemed to make sense now. "And behalf myself and all of the faculty, allow me to welcome you to Sky High."

"Yeah!"

Attention shifted to a tall young man clad in white and highlighter yellow. He made a few people chuckle and giggle under their breaths, her being one while Powers just smiled wryly and cocked a brow. He snapped his mouth shut quickly.

"In a few moments," she continued. "You will go through Power Placement and your own heroic journey will begin."

"Power Placement?" the young man not too far ahead muttered to the girl in green.

"It sounds fascist." she replied under her breath.

She cocked her brow to their conversation, wondering if it was that unbelievable to them that they would test to see what everyone could do. It was logical wasn't it? Being in a super hero school, they would kind of have to know what they're dealing with. It made sense to her at least but she didn't much care either way.

"For now good deeds and good luck, and let your adventure begin!" she chimed with a smile. "Comets away!"

And with as flourished a movement as before, she disappeared into a ball of white energy and disappeared, moving through the door that she had sailed in while a man in gym shorts came through the floor on a platform. Did she see that right? A grown man wearing gym shorts? Really? She shook the ridiculousness from her mind and went back to what was happening. She was in the front now and she didn't like it, the guy showing up right behind everyone so naturally, those in back were now in front. She grumbled under her breath and did her best to sink away inside her jacket further.

"Are you cold or something?"

The small voice made her turn to the side to see the same girl in green speaking to her. She seemed to have a genuine look of concern which made her slightly uncomfortable.

"No," she answered quietly. The red head looked slightly surprised it seemed to realize that the one hiding within the jacket was a girl. "I mean, I don't really get cold."

"Oh, okay." she replied with a light twitch of a smile before offering her hand. "I'm Layla."

The young woman looked apprehensively at the extended hand and after a pause that seemed to make Layla reconsider, she accepted the gesture.

"Aryana." she said kindly shaking her hand.

Layla smiled a bit more relaxed than before but stared curiously at the gloves on the young woman's hands.

"Why are you all covered up?"

Aryana didn't respond for a while, not really sure she wanted to tell a complete stranger her reasons. Layla seemed to pick up on the apprehension, her face quickly revealing her embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you…" she began before being cut off quickly.

"Are we clear?" Coach Boomer bellowed, sending a shock wave at the group and causing them to bristle slightly.

Everyone quickly chimed their agreement.

"Good. You!" he chimed, pointing to the small redheaded boy in glasses. "What's your name?"

"L-Larry." he muttered.

"Little Larry," he mocked. "Get up here."

The boy nodded apprehensively and made his way towards the platform.

"What's humiliating him in front of everyone going to prove?" Layla asked.

Aryana had thought she was speaking to her for a moment before realizing that she was surrounded by her own friends and was talking to them. She sank back into her coat like before. Her attention shifted back to the young man on the platform and was pleasantly surprised to see him shift into a seven foot tall rock man. She was sure she mimicked the expression on everyone else's face when a hunk of junk car was dropped on top of him and he caught it easily before the segregation… classification commenced.

Out of nowhere, despite the all American boy trying to stop him, the one dressed like a highlighter moved up the steps, much to the annoyance of the Coach. When instructed to show his powers, he stood there. No one knew why until he explained he glowed. Not a useful feature in a well lit room to be honest. Boomer shouted his opinion on the matter, sidekick. And so it began.

Kids were paraded up the platform one by one, displaying talents that no normal human could do no matter how they tried, and were either rewarded with the ideal name or shoved aside as a sidekick, er, Hero Support. At least in here, Boomer didn't sugarcoat it and said what it was, labeling them like everyone else would except the teachers that would teach the sidekicks. Honestly, only sidekicks used the term and it left a bad taste in even their mouths.

"You!" Boomer suddenly called after some kid melted a wall with snot. Attention shifted to the body in black. "Name!"

"Aryana."

There were looks from the people she hadn't spoken to, obviously surprised that the mass of fabric was female. She bit back the embarrassment of being called out in front of everyone and waited for the man in the pretty shorts told her what he wanted. It seemed to take him a second to realize a girl's voice had been spoken before he regained himself.

"Front and center Missy." he called, waving her up.

Aryana did just as the half a dozen students before her had done and ascended the small stairs to the platform.

"Power?"

"Which one?" she asked in a soft voice that seemed to resonate, traveling better than the volley ball coach's yells.

He cocked a skeptical brow to her.

"Well why don't you pick one?" he asked sarcastically.

She cocked her brow, a motion invisible to the man since nothing but her chin and mouth were visible. Removing her gloves, she placed them in her pockets and snapped. A small blue flame spouted from her fingers like she had struck a lighter.

"Is that the best you've got Matchstick?" he taunted. She said nothing as she moved her fingers, the flame disappearing. "Target!"

Like with the car, three targets on the other side of the gym snapped into existence from nowhere. Knowing what she was meant to do, Aryana launched one blue fireball after another at the targets. The class jumped slightly with the impact but became a bit unnerved when they realized there wasn't a hole through the targets. Instead they had disintegrated, the metal still melting slowly while a few flames still licked at the wood that remained behind. Bringing her hand up, she clenched her fists and the flames diminished before becoming nothing.

"Hero!" he called.

Reaching into her pockets, she put her gloves back on as she walked down the steps, letting whoever was called next to take her place. A bell rang loudly before another student was called, alerting to lunch. Boomer told them they would return here afterwards to continue their placement and Aryana found herself wondering if they were going to have any real classes today or if the actual learning came later.

"Hey," a voice chimed as the class filed out.

She turned to see Layla smiling kindly to her again. She didn't know why but she got a very strong motherly vibe from the girl, like she tried to care for and nurture the people or things around her. It was weird to say the least and made Aryana highly uncomfortable. She wasn't used to kindness.

"Aryana, you want to come eat lunch with us?"

Arayan glanced behind to see the 'us' referenced and noticed her little group consisted of Popsicle, Glow Stick, Guinea Pig girl and the kid that hadn't gone yet. GP Girl seemed relatively unconcerned with what was happening while Glow Stick and Popsicle looked uncomfortable around the young woman. The thought made her sigh.

"Dude, maybe she has plans." Glow Stick hissed under his breath, not concealing his words as well as he had hoped.

Layla didn't pay the kid any attention as she waited patiently for an answer.

"Thanks but I don't think your friends are too comfortable around me." she said with a weak smile. "Thanks anyway though."

And with that she turned to walk off. Layla turned and scowled at her friends, Magenta doing the same at their tones.

"Nice Zach." she snapped. "She's here by herself and you have to go and scare her off."

"Dude she looks like some kind of killer stalker person hiding out in her jacket. She could like, have a bomb or something." he defended.

"Really? A bomb?" Magenta asked sarcastically. "With what half the kids here can do, you're worried about a bomb?"

"It could happen." he shrugged, his voice long since having lost conviction.