Hero's Don't Have Fears

Fandom: Shy High

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Slight Drama

Pairing(s): Warren/OC; Will/Layla; Zak/Magenta

Full Summary: Carson McCree, barely able to control her power of possession, learns that she also is able to talk to the dead. Along with going to a new school, after her old one was attacked, she must deal with crushes, villains, and a past that has nothing to do with her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High or any of it's characters. Sadly, no matter how many times I ask Santa for Disney, I usually only get a pony. *sigh* Well, anyway, I do, however, own my characters.

Comment: This is going to be one of my long stories, so, it'll probably be going on for awhile.

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Carson tapped her nails on her arm rest and looked out the airplane window for the millionth time in the last couple of hours. It's not like she could see anything; it was pitch black outside. She sighed and looked over to her brother next to her. Devin was fast asleep beside her; she secretly wished to her self that she was him, she could never fall asleep on anything besides a bed.

She then took a quick glance at her father, who was sitting next to Devin. He was reading the paper and looking completely bored out of his mind. Carson couldn't blame him. She knew she was going to go insane if she had to sit in this plane any longer.

Carson then turned her body, and looked behind her at her other brother, Edan, who was fast asleep in his mother's arms. Carson's mother was humming softly, then looked up at Carson, winked and went back to rocking her baby boy to sleep. Carson turned back around with a sigh. She may have been fifteen, but, she never out grew the impatience of a child. She started taping her arm rest again. Murphy, Carson's father, folded his newspaper quickly and rested it on his lap.

"Carson! Please, enough with your annoying taping! Your brother is trying to sleep here," he hissed, giving her an irritated look. Carson quickly stopped and looked at Devin. He was still sleeping soundlessly and looked like he hadn't been bothered even a bit. But, she didn't dare tell her father that. He's been in a bad mood ever since mom convinced him to let me come, Carson thought. Since she convinced him to move the family to America.

Instead of looking out into the darkness again, Carson grabbed the small, complementary blanket and settled it over her. She closed her eyes and hoped for sleep to come to her but, she knew it never would. She had a hard time sleeping these past nights, even when she was in her bed. Ever since what happened at her school a little over a week ago.

Then, her thoughts started to drift. She wondered how many people from her school was going to Sky High in America. She wondered how many people had actually survived. Very few survived, she thought to her self. But, even less will be coming. She vaguely remembered how many people she saw on the bus after the school was completely blown to bits; but, she remembered that day too detailed for her liking.

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One week earlier, Carson stood at her stop, waiting for her bus to come and get her. This would be the second week of school, and most kids, including the young Sophomore, weren't too thrilled to be back. Carson already missed those nights, staying up late with her friend's, Grace and Julia, and sleeping until noon. Carson yawned silently and then patted down her light red, frizzy hair. She was the only one at her bus stop and it was mostly liking going to stay that way throughout her years at Private Sky High School. Or, Pri. Sky for short.

Just as Carson thought the bus must have left without her, a large yellow bus pulled up; almost coming on to the sidewalk in the process. The door squeaked open, and a blast of noise from kids chattering almost knocked Carson over as she walked on to the bus. Carson looked throughout the bus, searching for a familiar face.

"Carson! Carson, over here!" Grace yelled, waving her hands in the air to get her attention. Carson smiled and waved at her, indicating that she saw her as well. Carson was just barely in her seat when the bus started moving again, almost knocking her over.

"So, did you finish the project for Mr. James?" Grace asked, grabbing Carson's backpack and ruffling through it.

"Yeah, but, why do you care? You don't have him," Carson said with a smile, grabbing her bag back.

"Yet. I don't have him yet. But, I'm getting my schedule changed today. I refuse to be in Ms. Greece's 'History of Hero Support' class! I'm going to ask Principle Oneil if I can get transfered into your 'History of Hero's' with Mr. James-"

"But, that class is only for Hero's," Arthur interrupted from behind them, "And you're a sidekick."

"Hero Support," Grace quickly corrected him, turning around to stick her tongue out at her boyfriend. Just as the last couple of students got on the bus, Ms. Ellena, a very old and lanky looking lady, closed the doors and stomped on the gas.

A few freshmen let out a scream as Ms. Ellena drove the bus off a bridge and then pulled a lever. Suddenly, the bus was flying in the sky. And, the only thing scarier than Ms. Ellena's driving...was her flying. Even now, Carson let out of a tiny squeak as the old bus driver almost ran into a tall building. Carson had heard rumors of Ms. Ellena once having the power of flight, but, she lost it only a couple of years after graduating and becoming a hero; she then became the bus diver for the school.

As the bus descended onto the floating chunk of land, Carson couldn't help but feel a little excited as she looked out the bus window. It wasn't her first day at Pri. Sky, and it wasn't her freshmen year either. The thing she felt excited about was what she saw in front of the school; better yet, who she saw. Dylan Noel was a senior, so, of course he would pay no attention to Carson, who, was just a invisible sophomore, but, she could at least dream, couldn't she?

As the bus came to a final stop, the door swung open and people filed out. As Carson breathed in the sky air, she remembered how things were before she got her power. How things were so normal; so simple.

It all happened during the eighth grade, a couple of months before graduation. Young Carson, her hair usually tied back in a pony tail back then, was as excited as any of the other children who were desperately waiting for their upcoming summer break. Back then, Carson didn't know that she wasn't going to attend Jones High School with the rest of her friends. On a day like any other, her and some of her friends went out for some ice cream. Once they were outside the store, they happily talked to each other and ate their ice cream. Carson offered to buy a large drink they could all share, since, there was only four of them in all.

The other girls accepted, thankful. Carson went inside the shop and went to the back to get a large cup. Once she was done paying, she took a quick glance out the window to see one of her friends missing. She looked farther down the building and saw that her friend was throwing away the rest of her ice cream; probably full. Just then, a car went flying into the parking lot, going straight at the girl. Carson knew that if she tried to warn her friend, that she wouldn't get there fast enough and she was sure that she wouldn't have been able to hear her until she got outside.

As her mind zipped past options, she was running out of time. She wished that she was out there with the rest of her friends; none of the other girls saw the car. Better yet, Carson thought. I wish I was in Shana's body. Just then, Carson blinked and then found her self face to face with the car. She shrieked and jumped out of the way just in time. Carson blinked again, wondering how she had gotten here and looked around for Shana. She only saw her other friends come towards her.

"Shana, are you alright?!" One asked, helping her to her feet. Shana? Carson thought. Then, she looked down at her self, seeing that the clothes she was wearing were indeed the ones Shana was wearing moments ago. Suddenly, they heard a scream. It was coming from inside the store. The girls rushed inside to see a lady that worked there, kneeing down at a girl with curly red hair, green eyes, and freckles.

"Why am I dead?!" Carson yelled inside of Shana's body. Everyone looked at her, then down at Carson's lifeless body; panic on their faces.

"Carson! Are you okay?! Someone call somebody already!" Screamed one of the girls. The clerk quickly ran over to her phone and dialed. Suddenly, Shana blinked and Carson opened her eyes to see that she was back in her body. She was breathing heavily. Carson looked at the rest of the girls, then, back at Shana. Shana seemed like she had just woken up from a dream land, blinking away her sleepiness.

"W-What happened?" Carson asked, a bit afraid to even speak. She wasn't sure what happened or even sure if she would believe her friends if they told her what happened. The girls greeted her back, each of them hugging her, happy that she wasn't dead. Shana just stood there and blinked at her.

"You fainted...we think," one of them answered. Carson shook her head, trembling.

"N-No. I meant what happened with Shana," Carson asked, pointing at her.

"I-I'm not sure," Shana said, still blinking at her. Carson gulped. Either way, Carson was taken to the hospital to make sure she was all right. There, they spoke with her quietly, telling her that she had super hero powers. Carson didn't know how to take this. Neither of her parents had powers...as far as she knew. Where had she gotten them from? Later that night, her father sat her down and told her about his father that had powers. His mother also had them. All three of their sons didn't inherit these powers, but, Murphy knew Carson had gotten her powers from them.

In the months that followed, Carson no longer was excited about going to a new school and getting a break. She was told she would be attending a school called Pri. Sky High School, without any of her friends. Shana also avoided Carson like she had the black plague ever since the incident. Carson knew Shana was suspicious of her powers and she felt horrible about it. Though, Carson knew deep down that Shana should be thankful; she did save her life.

On her first day to Pri. Sky, she was scared and nervous; the bus ride that day didn't help at all. When she first got to the GYM, where all the other freshmen were grouped, Carson's hives were itching like hell. She wasn't sure how she would explain her powers, especially since she really didn't know what her power was.

When it was finally time for Carson to go up on the stage in the GYM to show Principle Oneil her power, Carson thought she would faint. So far, all the student had to do was show the Principle their power and if they got hero, you would hold out your hand for Ms. Oneil to tell if you were to be put in a Hero class or be put in a Hero Rehab class. Which, was the school term for the villain class. The school had come up with this system about ten years ago, after an incident that almost exploded the school back down to the earth. But, if you were made Hero Support, then you would just go back down with the others. Carson guessed that they didn't have to worry about the sidekicks as much as the heroes.

Carson stood where she was, waiting for the Principle to ask her what her power was. Ms. Oneil asked.

"Uh..." was all that came out of Carson's mouth. The Principle sighed.

"Ms. McCree, you need to speed up your time," she rushed. Carson's face flushed with embarrassment. Carson wished that she was someone, anyone in the crowd below. It was better then standing here, making a fool out of her self. Just as she blinked, she was in the crowd. She looked at her body as it collapsed on the floor. Carson looked down at her self. Great, she thought. Now, I'm a boy. But, beggars can't be choosers.

Then, Carson, in the boy's body, waved her hands, trying to get the Principle's attention, who, had a concerned look on her face as she helped Carson's lifeless body up.

"Principle Oneil, over here!" Carson yelled, though, she thought better of it when everyone's attention turned to her.

"What's up with you, Bobby?" the kid next to her asked. Carson ignored him.

"It's me, Principle Oneil. Carson McCree," Carson said. Ms. Oneil arched an eye brow. Then, she smiled.

"I see. You have the power of possession. Good job. Now, come back to your own body," Oneil commanded. Carson smiled slightly, hoping that she could get her self back in her own body. She blinked and then was back in her body. The boy that she was in collapsed to the ground. The kid next to him helped him to his feet and gave Carson a glare.

"Sorry," Carson mumbled, apologetic. Ms. Oneil took Carson's hand and closed her eyes. After a few moments, the Principle opened them back up and smiled.

"Hero!" She announced, which, got the freshmen to start cheering. Carson smiled, happy that she had gotten Hero. Carson remembered that day well.

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"So, when are going to ditch class and stomp into Ms. Oneil's office, demanding a schedule change?" Carson asked, taking things in and out of her locker. Grace huffed.

"I'm not going to ditch class! Besides, it's only GYM, I've done it all already. Plus, you're in my class, so, that way we can both skip," Grace explained, leaning on the lockers next to Carson. A girl behind Grace waited for her to move, looking irritated the whole time. Finally, once Carson was done at her locker, she closed it and her and Grace were on their way to GYM.

"What mean, we? I'm don't need to come with you. You're a big girl, Grace, you can find the Principle's office all by your self now," Carson said, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

"I didn't know where the office was on my first day here and you'll never let it go!"

"Nope. Anyway, why don't you just ask Art? He's got first period free," Carson said, trying to swerve through the hall way packed with kids.

"Arthur is helping the art teacher first period. And, he's not my best friend, you are. Please, Carson? I really hate that class!" Grace whinnied, giving Carson pleading eyes. Carson sighed, defeated.

"Fine, but, only because I think you'll get lost again on your way there." Grace only shrugged off the last comment, knowing she had won anyway. Just as Carson and Grace saw the doors to the GYM, Angel White bumped shoulders with Carson. Angel then gave her a glare.

"Watch where you're going," Angel said, dusting off the shoulder that had touched Carson. Carson only gave a scowl in return. She knew that she couldn't fight with Angel, especially since she would probably lose. She wasn't good when it came to coming up with a come back in a few seconds. When Angel walked off, Carson and Grace were both surprised that Loraine Lane, or, Raine as everyone called her, Angel's best friend, wasn't at Angel's side. They were usually as inseparable as Carson and Grace.

Carson and Grace didn't bother changing into their GYM clothes; they knew it would take them forever to convince Principle Oneil to let Grace into the Hero class. It was rare that they let you do that, unless you had a good reason. Carson hoped Grace did. As Grace waited for Coach Frisian to stop yelling at a student, Carson behind her, Julia came up to both of the two.

"Why aren't you guys dressed?" Julia asked. Julia was the third amigo to their pack. Unfortunately, Julia wasn't as tight as Carson and Grace, but, was one of their best friends nonetheless.

"Grace needs to get her schedule changed and I'm forced to go with her. Wanna come?" Carson asked. Julia shook her head.

"Unlike you two, I need an A in this class," Julia said with a smirk.

"Hey, I have an A in this class," Carson said, offend. It was one of the few classes that she actually was good at.

"I don't," mumbled Grace, still waiting for the coach to stop talking. Julia waved them goodbye and ran over to join some girls that were playing hacky sack. Julia was in Carson's Hero class, Domination and Mind control. Finally, once Coach Frisian was done, Grace strolled up to him.

"Coach Frisian, I need to visit the Principle's office to get a schedule change and Carson needs to come with me," Grace said, sweetly. The Coach rolled his eyes.

"There is no way I'm letting you go to Ms. Oneil's office when we are climbing the ropes today," Mr. Frisian said, going back to looking at his clip board. Grace had forgotten about the ropes, but, this just made her more want to get her schedule changed today.

"But, it's urgent. It's a matter of life and death," Grace pleaded.

"Uh huh. Okay, let's just say I let you go, why would you need McCree to go with you? Afraid you'll get lost again?" The coach let out a chuckle. Grace smirked at his question, knowing he made the wrong move.

"Well, I need Carson with me because she has a pad in her locker and I just started my perio-" Grace was stopped when Coach Frisian put his hand up to stop her.

"You can go, just be back before the next perio... class." Coach Frisian shuddered and walked away, going to harass another child instead. Grace smiled at Carson, triumphant. All male teachers always let the girls to the bathroom when they tried to explain it was their time of the month. It was funny, really, Carson thought.

Once Grace and Carson were in the halls, Grace started twirling the pass in her hand.

"Easy win," Grace sang as she skipped down the hall, the pass swirling in her hand. Carson had to walk fast to keep up with her while she skipped. Just then, Mr. Dale, the drama teacher and Carson's Domination and Mind Control teacher, ran down the hall, looking scared stiff. Carson and Grace stopped walking, or, skipping, and watched as Mr. Dale rounded the corner. They looked behind them, searching for whatever was chasing him, but, nothing came.

"Well...that was weird," Carson said, scratching her head.

"Yeah. Though, psychics usually are," Grace said, starting to skip again. Carson rolled her eyes at Grace's comment. Mr. Dale was actually a pretty cool teacher...when he wasn't having visions of the future. Suddenly, the ground started to shake, knocking the power out. Carson grabbed on to the lockers, while, Grace slumped down to the floor. Then, metal walls started closing over all the windows, leaving it pitch dark.

Carson felt faint again. She was scared of the dark and anything that was in it. It wasn't like a phobia or anything. It also wasn't caused by anything drastic in her past. She just had a fear of monsters and ghost and the dark. She was also scared easily. When she felt something touch her leg, she let out a bloody murder scream.

"Carson! It's me, Grace! Calmed down, god," Grace said, getting off the floor and grabbing Carson's hand.

"I-I knew that," Carson said, trying not to sound afraid. Just then, in the corner of the room, Carson heard a moan and say glowing eyes. Carson prayed that it was one of the students. Then, the eyes were gone. The lights flashed back on.

"Attention, students. Do not be alarmed. We are just have-" Static. Then, the lights went out again. Carson screamed.

"Carson! Get a grip! It's just the power," Grace sighed. She knew how Carson got, she couldn't even sit through a simple ghost story. But, this was no time to panic. At least, not yet. Just then Carson heard the moan again and saw the eyes, but it was louder and there were more of them. When the lights started flickering, Carson and Grace both saw them.

Zombies.

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I know what you're thinking. Zombies? The hell? But, it'll make more sense in later chapter, promise. Well, I hoped you liked the first chapter nonetheless. Review please! I'll love you forever! 8D