A/N: Here we go again. Another late night, another chapter. Enjoy my lovies!

My Head Under Water My Body Up In Flames

Chapter 1: A Witch Among Super Sheep

For the Sky High Gang summer couldn't have passed anymore faster, especially for Will Stronghold.

"Will!"

The Stronghold prodigy flew a little further into the fake green grass of Sky High and landed right next to Zack, who clasp him on the shoulder.

"You ready for a new year, Will?"

"If it's free of super villains trying to take over the school, then yes, I'm ready for a new year at Sky High." The young super hero smiled giddily at his tall, bright colored friend. He exchanged greetings with Ethan and Magenta, both telling him what they were expecting about their sophomore year in the super High School. Noticing that very two important people were missing, he frowned and turned to Ethan to ask for his best friend and girlfriend's whereabouts.

"They're at the office getting their schedules; they'll be here in no time."

Layla shifted her weight to her right foot as the line moved an inch.

"This is going to take forever. We're going to miss the assembly." The young redhead whined to the brooding, tall figure behind her who only grunted in response.

The office's 'lobby' was awfully big and white- holding comfortably the students who decided to get their schedules the very same day school started, thinking that it would've have been quicker. Layla would never think that again. As they neared the secretary's desk -which divided the 'lobby', living a moderate size space for the rest of the things a school secretary needed and Principal Power's office, which had to be just as white as the outside- said principal walked out of her office, her usual two piece pearly white suit seeming to glow, with a young girl walking out behind her, followed by a man who resembled her.

Power's turned to the man and shook his hand; he turned and gave the girl a peck on her cheek before walking out of the office. Layla had to admit that the girl's father, she assumed, was quite handsome and young looking.

Layla kept looking where the man had walked out when she heard her name being called out. Turning her ponytailed head she found Principal Powers smiling at her green dressed form.

"Good morning Layla." Principal Power's greeted as she neared the division and leaned against it next to the now Super Hero student.

Layla gave the principal her usual bright smile and greeted her back.

"I see your one of the many students getting their schedules late."

Layla couldn't help the blush or the sheepish smile that came at the small teasing accusation.

"Mr. Peace," Powers greeted the bored looking Warren, who, again, grunted in response before going back to Layla. "I would like to ask a favor from you, if you wouldn't mind, of course."

Layla's warm eyes widened before smiling excitedly at the principal shaking her head. "None at all."

Power's returned her smile and turned to the young girl looking around the office, a bored expression on her delicate small face. "Hazel," The girl, Hazel, turned her green-eyed gaze to the principal before looking at the smiling redhead. Powers turned to Layla again. "Layla, this is Hazel Halliwell she's gonna start here as a junior with Mr. Peace, I would like you to show her around in your free time, make her feel welcome. As for her classes, Mr. Peace can escort her."

Layla turned to Hazel, the bright smile still on her lips, stretching her hand forward to shake the new student's, "Welcome to Sky High."

Hazel stretched her left hand and shook Layla's delicate small one and used her right hand to brush some of her hair away from her eyes, giving the redhead a small smile.

"Thanks."

"Nice tattoo." A deep graveling voice made both girls turned to the long haired pyro.

For a minute, Hazel was... struck. For that instant she wasn't just Hazel, it was one of those moments when she was both wolf and girl. Under the smoldering black gaze of the tall, brooding teen her imagination began to run wild, and her body heat started to rise.

To stop herself from combusting into flames, she turned her wrist for a clearer view of her tattoo. Her wolf wouldn't stay still, she kept prowling around the cage Hazel placed her ever since she almost burned down the Manor a couple of weeks ago. But, the animal part took a deep sniff of the air to catch the scent of leather and bonfires that sent shivers down her spine.

The long haired-maybe- future hero got closer so he could inspect the ink work, a look of total indifference on his chiseled face as he took in the symbol. "What does it mean?" His dark eyes locked with Hazel's light ones. They really did almost seemed black.

Hazel gave him a small smile before running her other hand over the tattoo, "It's a family thing."

Both Warren and Hazel didn't notice the look of shock on Layla's face when she saw the tattoo.

"What-," Layla cleared her throat when the beginning of her question came out squeaky. "What was your last name again?

She knows who you are.

Hazel observed the red head and saw the recognition on her face but answered her question nothingless.

"Halliwell, Hazel Halliwell. Why?"

Hazel watched as Layla leaned in, her brown eyes looking around, making sure none of the other students were looking their way. "You're," Layla whispered, licking her suddenly dried lips. "You're a Charmed One, aren't you?"

Hazel's heart dropped and she swallowed the small lump that had formed in her throat. By the confused look the brooding guy, Warren, was giving them he was out of the loop. But, the hopeful and excited look that Layla was giving her meant that this girl was on her. Who would've thought that a future super hero would know a supernatural being?

Principal Powers cleared her throat, her pleasant smile turned into a tight one as she look at Layla and Warren.
"Mr. Peace, Ms. Williams mind stepping into my office for a minute." It wasn't a request, it was an order as the figure in white tuned on her heel and started making her way to her office, but before she could get in she turned towards her secretary.

"Mrs. Ville," The stressed looking lady turned, her blonde sprayed hair, coming out of the knot behind her head. "Mind getting me Warren Peace's and Layla Williams' schedules and locker combination?" And with that she went into her office, waiting for the three young adults.

Hazel turned her head from looking at Powers before going back to Layla's, now, panicked face. She gave her a smile, one that said she knew something they didn't before following Powers into the office.

"Nice going, Hippy." Warren said hoping over the division and going into Power's office. All the while the panicked expression never left Layla's pale face.

Powers was sitting behind her white granite desk, Layla and Warren sitting in front of it with Hazel standing behind Sky High's principal leaning against the ceiling to floor window. The only thing that made the room not look like it belonged in an asylum.

"Now this is a matter of total discretion Ms. Williams." Total seriousness was the only thing the three students could hear in the principal's voice. "I see that you are familiar with Ms. Halliwell's…" Powers gave a small pause as she looked for a good word.

"Family history?" Hazel chirped in from her place behind Powers.

"Thank you, Hazel. Yes, family history."

"Um, do I really have to be here?" Warren grunted, slouching in his seat. Sure, his curiosity was bugging him as who this chick was, but this situation seemed like one of those that the less you knew the better it was going to turn out for you.

"Yes Mr. Peace, you have to be here." Power answered him before going back to talking to both. "Hazel isn't just any super-"

"Super?" Layla interrupted. "But, isn't she a Charmed One? She's supposed to be a Magical Being, a witch. Not a super." The young woman frowned.

Hazel pushed herself lightly off the glass and came forward, just two feet from the principal's chair. "I had a little incident a couple of weeks ago, caused a genetic mutation and, well, here I am."

Layla was still confused, "I still don't get it."

"I understand nothing of what you three are talking about." Warren grunted again, this time his temper flaring. "You're saying that the new girl's a witch."

"Not just any witch," Layla came in, her nervousness bubbling with excitement. "But a Charmed One, one, if not, the most powerful beings in the Universe. While superheroes fight super villains who terrorize citizens and try to take over the world, the Charmed Ones fight against true evil. Things much darker and powerful than someone who we might encounter." Layla had adapted a faraway look in the middle of her speech.

Hazel gave her a genuine smile, the simple action lighting up her tan face. "Someone knows her stuff."

Layla snapped back to Earth and gave the blonde a bashful smile. "Mom's a witch, my dad's a super. The magic skipped me, but the genetic mutation didn't." Layla said with a small roll of her eyes. Don't get her wrong, her powers were a huge part of her, and she loved them; but, she wanted to be part of something much greater than just science, the subtitles of the Universe when she wanted to be fluent in its language.

Warren was still frowning, he was sure he was surrounded by crazy people. Witches? Magic? He couldn't help but scoff. Sure, science couldn't explain some stuff, but, pulling a rabbit out of a hat did? He had enough. Warren reached for his backpack and came to his feet, not bothering to excuse himself. But, as he turned towards the door, his eyes locked with a now glowing golden gaze. He had been sure the petite blonde had been standing behind Powers but now, she was in front of the door, blocking his path.

He quirked a brow, so, she had super speed.

A growl ripped through her throat. Now that made his raise his brow higher.
"Oh gosh," He heard Layla say, "Warren, uh- I think y-you should sit back down."

"Yes Warren," Hazel purred his name, making a shill go down his spine. "Sit down." Warren observed her, the way his dad had taught him how to read somebody's body language. Moments ago she stood like any other careless teenager he knew, but she had this presence that called out to you to notice them. Now, she was standing straighter, her head quirked to the side making her wavy blonde hair fall on her shoulder, her now glowing eyes fixed on him and him only and a sensual, taunting smile on her lips…. She looked like a cat playing with its food.

She was small, what percentage could she have on taking him on?

And with that thought Warren made his way forward, his hand reaching for her shoulder. Big mistake.

He hadn't seen her move, but he had felt the hand on his wrist and next thing he knew he was against the door, his backpack on the floor, his feet not touching the ground and a small hand cutting his airway.

Vaguely he heard Layla gasp and Powers exclaiming, "Hazel!" He heard her growl and it sounded excited.

"I'm not going to ask you," Her voice had changed, he noticed, as the edges of his vision started getting blurry with each squeeze of her hand. "To believe what or who I am, I'm just going to ask you to keep those little details to yourself, okay?" With one final squeeze she let him go. Coughing he went to the floor, clutching his red throat.

"Shit." Hazel cursed under her breath and kneeled in front of him. She gently pushed his hands away and laid her cool one on the red marks. She let the warmness pool on the palm of her hand and before she knew it blue lights were coming from her hands and shinning on Warren's throat.

He's throat had been on fire by the oxygen rapidly going through it, but now, it felt better than it did before, plus the warm light coming from Hazel's hands, slowly healing his throat, tingled.

"A whitelighter." Layla whispered in awe, but Warren wasn't paying attention to her.

The small girl kneeling in front of him didn't look hostile or excited at the idea of bloodshed. Now, it was the careless young woman in the office with a frown on her face.

"I am extremely sorry." Hazel said when she finished Healing him raising her eyes to look at him, they were back to being green.

"You are extremely weird." Warren said as he tried his throat.

The comment made Hazel smile, making a small dimple on her right cheek.

Mate

The word rang in her head as she looked at Warren….Crap.

"I believe that is enough excitement for today. Why don't we start making our way towards the gym? We're late for the assembly." Principal Powers rose from her seat slowly, as if her mind was still processing what had happened. "Everything that happened in this room stays in this room. I want no talk about what and who Hazel is and Warren's… little incident with her. Got it students?"

Collective nods were done and slowly each one of them left the office, Hazel being the last.

"Do you really think I belong here?" Hazel asked Power's getting her messenger bag from one of the corners of the room.

Powers gave the young witch a small smile. "Only time can tell, Ms. Halliwell."

Layla had been waiting outside the office for her, a excited smile still on her face.
"Wow! I can believe you were so strong! Only Will can lift Warren, but would never hurt him. Will's my boyfriend, by the way, and Warren's best friend." The young red head gushed excitedly.

"Yeah," Hazel said absentmindedly, her heart still pounding, before turning to face Layla as the exited the office and started making their way to what Hazel could assume was the gym. "Look, I'm really sorry about your friend. Is just that sometimes I-" Can't control her. "Let my temper get the best of me." Hazel felt Crevan stir inside of her, conscious of Hazel's thought.

But Layla just smiled and kept walking down the hallway, her pace picking up, "Don't worry, but we have to hurry up before-" And as if on cue a white shinning orb zoomed over their heads going down the hallway. "Principal Powers gets there." And at that Layla broke into a run down the hallway followed by Hazel who smiled at the girl's nervousness at the thought of getting in trouble.

Both girls slammed down on the gym doors, they didn't think they would've pushed them so hard that they would smack onto the wall behind, catching the attention of the whole school. If it would've been just Layla, everybody would've gone back and face Principal Powers when they saw the girl standing beside her. She wasn't particularly tall, standing maybe 5'9'', with blonde wavy hair, tan skin and wide light eyes.

"Ms. Halliwell, Ms._, glad you could join us." Principal Powers teased the two girls as they scramble to climb the bleachers.

"Hey," Will nudge Warren beside him. "Who's the girl who came in with Layla?" He waved his arm until he catched Layla's eye and smiled at her.

Warren raised his eyes from his book and watched the two girls make their way towards them.

"That's the new girl; she's coming in as a junior." Warred muttered, making it look like he was more interested in the book he was reading that the 'new girl', but the image of her standing in front of the doorway still burned in his mind.

Will frowned. "Why is she coming in as a junior?"

Warren sighed and pretended that he hadn't heard Will and tried to focused on his book.

"Hey." Layla greeted breathlessly and got between Warren and Will. "Will move over a bit so Hazel can fit, please."

"Thank you." Hazel said and plopped beside Warren.

She lightly touched his jean clad leg as she set her bag by her feet, sending a jolt up his leg and a chill up her arm. Hazel swallowed the lump in her throat and settled against the back of the bleacher.

Mate
Hazel closed her eyes as she felt them swirl into a mix between her natural eye color and Crevan's.

"Hi, I'm Will Stronghold."

Hazel opened them, and shook the red, white and blue clad guy's hand and gave him a small smile.
"Hazel Halliwell."

Will nodded towards Warren and said, "And the caveman with no matters beside you is Warren Peace."

"Yeah, I know." Hazel said as she shot a look at Warren.

"Ah! Psychic!" Will said clapping his hands once making Hazel laugh, throwing her head back.

"Um, no." Hazel shook her head and turned to the front where Principal Powers was halfway through her speech.

"I want to reassure all new freshmen students that nothing like last year's incident will happen again. We have doubled our security and have gone through a thorough investigation with each student in Sky High." Power's made eye contact with the freshmen in the front row of the bleachers from her podium in the middle of the gym. "I want to make one more announcement." The slight buzz from the bleachers died down and all of the attention was on Powers. "I want to welcome a new addition to the junior class," Powers searched the sea of students for a certain blonde until she spotted her trying to slide down her seat. "Ah! There she is! Please welcome Ms. Hazel Halliwell, all the way from San Francisco!"

Hazel could feel every single pair of eyes on her, including Layla's, Will's and, worst of all, Warren's.

"Hazel please come down!"

"Oh crap." Hazel muttered as she got up from her seat and made her way down the crowded bleachers.

Principal smiled patiently at her while the young blonde finally reached the podium and stood beside the all-time-wearing super hero and let every pair of eyes from all of the students take in her white shirt, her ripped, washed out jeans, brown gladiator sandals and all of her bronze accessories. She felt naked though.

"I would like for all of you to treat her with respect and made her feel at home." Power's placed a hand on Hazel's shoulder and gave everybody a look before giving Hazel a nod, which she took as permission to get back to her seat.

"I hope all of you have a wonderful year at Sky High!" And with that she turned into the glowing white ball and zoomed out of the gym as all of the students gather their packs.

Layla handed Hazel's bag to her when the small blonde reached the top of the bleachers where they had been sitting.
"At least you didn't trip." Layla said with a reassuring, sympathetic smile.

Hazel smiled back and slung her bag over her shoulder as she let countless people pass by them.

"Yeah and now everybody here knows me, just great." Hazel commented sarcastically.

Will frowned as he grabbed Layla's hand. "How can that be bad?"

"I just wanted to lay low the whole time I was gonna be here." Hazel explained as she brushed her hair away from her eyes, her triquetra tattoo visible in the gyms bright lighting.

"Nice tattoo." Will commented pointing at her inner wrist.

Hazel smirked and glanced at the passing bulk that avoided her eyes.

"Warren! Wait!" Layla exclaimed, making the irritated pyro stop and slightly turn, his dark still avoiding the petite blonde.

"You have to take Hazel to homeroom." The red head instructed, making her way down the emptying bleachers.

Warren stayed quite for a while before following the couple making Hazel take that like a 'follow me' thing.

Sky High really looked like a normal high school -if you ignore looking out of the floor to ceiling windows that gave you a really nice view of the vibrant green grass and the blue sky with its puffy white clouds- and it's banners encouraging students to have school spirit and announcing school activities for the graduating class.

"They try really hard to have normalcy in this school, huh?" Hazel said as they passed an announcement board and something catched her eye.

Warren snorted at her comment and stopped and looked at what had made the petite blonde stop.

Join Sky High's Dance Club!

The hot pink flyer advertised in bold black letters and Hazel stared at it longingly before starting walking down the crowded hallway towards her locker. Warren looked at the flyer than at Hazel's retreating back before following her.

"You dance?" Warren asked as they finally found the girl's locker.

"Use to." She answered, dumping most of the contents in her bag, only leaving her metal pencil case, a couple of notebooks and her cellphone with the earphones attached to it.

"Why'd you stop?" Hazel turned to the long haired pyro with a slender eyebrow raised. She just met him and she knew he didn't ask this many questions.

"Umm, I got too excited in a dance and almost burned down the studio." She explained like it was nothing and started walking down the hall waiting for Warren to follow her.

He caught up to her easily in her brisk pace. "So, you're a pyro?"

"Apparently." Hazel said curtly. "Can you get your stuff before we're late on our first day of school?"

Warren stopped in front of his locker letting Hazel lean against the one next to his; he could feel her eyes on him as he closed his locker.

"Why exactly are you here Halliwell?" Warren turned and stared Hazel down. He was pretty impress when the blonde didn't even blink when she looked up at him.

"I just want to learn and control it, after that, I'm out of here." She answered, showing how much she disliked the idea of being there. She didn't belong here, where everything got explained by chemicals and spider bites.

Another moment passed as Warren stared at her before he noticed they were alone in the hallway. Pushing himself off the lockers he started walking down the hallway towards homeroom.

"What's going on?" Hazel asked, catching up to him.

"We're late."

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