Title: Hurricane Heart
Summary: Alexia Callaghan just wanted to make it through senior year of Sky High with minimal casualties, but when her enemy becomes her "Hero", that aspiration seems very far away.
Rating: T just to be safe
Pairing(s): Warren/OC

Author's Note: In this chapter, we get to see Alexia's sharp tongue do it's work. I really like her character, I hope you guys do too.

Disclaimer: Owners of Sky High, please don't sue me. I don't claim anything you recognise from the movie.


Chapter Two
Fights and Backlash


Alexia Callaghan had always been told she had "the murder walk". She had never quite understood what that meant, but from the way people were scattering to get out if her way, she could guess she was doing it. The doors to the cafeteria were pushed open by small hands, as were many freshmen with it. She scanned through the tables, looking for the customary black and red attire of her new "hero". She locked sight on him, storming over and knocking down a group of girls staring at Puck, who had promised to get her lunch.

"Listen here, Leo Tolstoy," she said, climbing into the seat opposite him. "I want this done as painlessly as possible, so you're going to do what I say, and I won't make your life hell."

A little harsh, sure, but Alexia was taught the real world. As a woman, go harsh or go home.

Warren recovered from his brief surprise at her appearance and rolled his eyes, turning back to his book. Alexia's eyes narrowed at his dismissal.

"Do we have a deal?" she enunciated each word, with gritted teeth. She was getting sick of hic uncaring attitude.

He looked up at her through his long hair, sending her a smug look. He was enjoying her explosive anger.

"Okay, cool," she said, standing and grabbing the apple of his tray. "By the way, Rudy dies at the end."

Warren growled at her, almost animalistically, throwing the book down on his table. She smirked and walked away, happy with the feeling of his glare on her back.

"Who was that?" Will's voice broke Warren out of his irritation, but only a little.

"My sidekick," he grunted, before correcting himself, "I mean, Hero Support."

Magenta waved a hand at him dismissively, obviously not caring about the label, "I think he meant, what is her name, Hot Head?"

"Alexia Callaghan," answered a voice, but not Warren. It was Layla.

"Yeah," Warren frowned. "But, how do you know that?"

"She's nice," she said, ignoring his question.

"Nice?" Warren scoffed. "Yeah right."

"She is," Layla persisted. "She came up to me just after I left the Paper Lantern. You know, the night Will stood me up," Will flinched. "She said that he was a jerk if he didn't want to be with someone like me."

"So, she did one nice thing. Who cares?" Warren said.

"Why are you so determined to hate her?" Magenta asked curiously around a mouthful of Zach's fries.

Warren hesitated, "Because she's annoying."

"Yeah, but so is Zach-"

"Hey!"

"-and you don't look at him like you want to shoot a giant flame ball at his face."

Warren raised an eyebrow.

"Well, at least not all the time."

"I'm feeing really attacked right now," Zach said, looking to Layla for help.

"Warren," she started. "Just give her a chance. You probably made her hate you."

"Excuse me?" Warren asked, indignant. "Why do you assume it was me that started it?"

"You don't exactly have the most welcoming personality," she provided, curving her lips into an apologetic smile.

"Or the warmest," Magenta said with a smirk, enjoying her pun.

"Or friendliest," Zach said.

"Or most pleasant," Ethan.

"Okay guys, let's stop hating on Warren for a minute," Will interrupted them.

"Look at her," Layla said, pointing a finger at Alexia, who was throwing grapes into a blonde boy's mouth. "She doesn't exactly look like Satan reincarnated."

Warren huffed, glaring a burning hole in the cover of his book, still sitting discarded on the table.


Alexia laughed as Lucas failed to catch the 15th grape she threw at his face.

"You're really bad at this game, Lukey," she threw another.

"I am not! You just can't throw," he argued softly.

"Oh really?" she asked.

"Yes really."

Alexia grabbed her apple core, which she had stolen from Warren, and aimed it at the bin across the room. She released it with a sarcastic smile at her friend. Watching it fly through the air, she realized that she hadn't thrown it far enough and when it hit the back of Warren Peace's head she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Oh shit."

"Now you've done it Lexi," Lucas said, cowering back from the boy's furious scowl.

"It was an accident," Alexia whispered in defense.

"Callaghan!" Warren shouted.

"'Sup Peace?" act cool, act cool Lexi.

"Did you just throw an apple at my head?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" come on dude, you can do better than that.

"I asked you a simple question. Or are you stupid as well as useless?"

It was common knowledge that Alexia Callaghan hated the word useless, which is why her next actions came at no surprise to her or her friends. Puck just sat there, grinning as Alexia tackled the boy. Alyssah stood up, wanting to help her friend, but Lucas brought her back down. Alyssah couldn't fight to save her life, and Alexia would slaughter anything that got in her path.

Warren was knocked back by the sheer force of Alexia's rage. His shock had gotten the best of him as he just lied there while Alexia hit him. The pain registered in his mind, and he leapt up with grace not normally awarded to people his height. He refused to hit a girl, but he was incredibly close to flaming up. He needed to cool down before she got seriously hurt. But, when her booted foot caught him in the side of the ribs, he couldn't control it anymore. He grabbed ahold of her ankle, bringing her down onto the floor. Her leg landed under her at an awkward angle, shooting needles up her body. She struggled to stand, but balanced herself with the invisible force she was known for. She released her hands from their tense fists, splaying them out and knocking Warren back into the wall. Poor wall, it had been receiving a lot of damage over the past two years.

A shout of protest came from a certain redhead, who was now rethinking her opinion of Alexia. When Warren didn't get back up, Alexia started to worry. She hated the guy, but she didn't want to kill him. She hobbled forward on what she assumed was a sprained ankle. As she approached his sprawled out body, she understood her mistake. Fire erupted from his arms, flinging her away like a rag doll. Warren almost felt bad when she stood back up, almost. He shot another blast at her, Alexia only just ducked to miss it. She retreated to behind a lunch table, but that just melted away when it was hit.

Do it, her inner voice called.

No, she argued back, flinching when a fireball almost hit the top of her head, I haven't mastered it yet. I'll just wait for Principal Powers, or something.

In case you haven't noticed, there are no teachers around whatsoever. So, either do it or get really hurt. Your choice.

Fine, asshole. Alexia vaguely registered that she'd just called herself an asshole, but had no time to think about it when the table she had been hiding behind flipped over.

Warren set his sights on her and fired at her. Everyone stood in shock and awe, as she seemed to absorb the flames. Warren's eyed widened, how didn't anyone know she had this power? He supposed they didn't show off much in Hero Support.

Alexia could feel her insides set fire; she needed to get rid of the flames licking up her veins. She fixed her eyes on the ceiling, releasing her clenched muscles with a scream. Warren's power shot out of her like a beam of pure light. That was the one downside to her power, she couldn't hold it for too long, or it would start eating her up from the inside out. Nobody spoke and the only movement made was after Alexia had collapsed to ground. Luke, Puck and Alyssah ran through the crowd towards their fallen friend. Warren went to follow but was stopped by a delicate hand placing itself on his shoulder.

"Everyone, out!" Principal Powers' voice rang through the silent room, being met with students bolting out as fast as they could. Warren started walking away, only to be pulled back by one angry woman.

"Not so fast Mr. Peace," Principal Powers said. "You and Ms. Callaghan are going to spend some time in detention. Just you two."

Warren thought that was a bit cruel, seeing as the girl was unconscious with a sprained ankle and burns, but when he looked back at her, she looked good as new. When he caught sight of Lucas' glowing hands he remembered.

Benson can heal, that's right.

The blonde boy sent Warren a glare helping his companion up into a standing position even though she was objecting. She waved away the concerned gazes of them all. Warren hated to admit it, but he admired her resilience. It reminded of him of the incident in sophomore year.

She held her head high, sending the occasional glare towards gawking underclassmen when necessary. Principal Powers lead them to the detention room, to which they didn't really need directions, they'd been there enough times to know the path by heart. Sometimes they were in there together, sometimes not. It didn't really matter, they never spoke regardless. He remembered back to last year, when he had been in there with Stronghold. That was when he had discovered the power deactivation mechanism they had programmed into the room. Warren had no doubt that had been a repercussion of the fight they had had in that room.

As they settled into the seats they had claimed since freshmen year, they both sat back and crossed their arms over their chests, like a gender-bending mirror. It made Principal Powers roll her bright eyes with a smirk. They were definitely going to make a good team.

After their principal left the room, Warren couldn't help himself. He had to quench his curious thirst.

"What the hell happened in there?" he asked, sounding more concerned than he'd hoped for.

"Why? Worried were you Peace?" Alexia mocked.

"No, just wondering why you had, like, a flaming orgasm in the middle of the cafeteria," he smirked at the red blush on her cheeks.

"It's called power absorption," she muttered just loud enough for him to hear. "And it hurts a lot more than an orgasm."

"Okay, than I have another question."

She sighed, turning in her seat to face Warren, "What?"

"Why are you still in Hero Support if you're a power absorbing telekinetic? You're probably one of the most powerful students at the school."

"Because I want to be there," she answered simply. At his confusion, she continued, "Remember how I refused to show my powers at the start of freshmen year?"

Oh, yeah. He definitely remembered it. As did everyone who had been present.


"You, short stuff," Coach Boomer pointed at Alexia's small frame. "You're up."

Alexia scowled, Puck laughed, and walked up to the platform. She stood in the centre, staring out at the crowd. Dozens of eyes stared back at her. She shook slightly, uncomfortable at the amount of attention she was receiving.

"Are you listening to me?" Boomer…well, boomed.

"S-sorry, I'm j-just a little nervous," she stuttered, shrinking her already tiny frame back.

"W-well, you'd be-better get it together sweetheart," he mocked back at her.

Warren had pitied her at that remark.

She scowled, her face transforming from timid to terrifying.

"Show us your powers."

"No."

A collective gasp was heard throughout the room, no one had ever refused to show their powers before.

"Excuse me?" he asked, eyes widening and nostrils flaring.

"You heard me. I said, no."

"Is that right, missy?"

She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, "Yeah."

"Well then, I guess I know where to place you. Sidekick!"

She shrugged again, making Coach Boomer angrier.

"Peace! You're up next."


Warren chuckled lowly at the memory, looking over at Alexia to continue.

"Well, the next year, on the first day of school, Principal Powers came to me and said that she wanted to move me into the Hero class," she said. "And I said no."

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe because Lucas would be all alone. Maybe because I didn't want to have to deal with all the stuck-up teachers. Maybe because then I'd actually have to pay attention in class in order to pass."

"So, what I'm hearing is that you made a lot of excuses because you didn't want to accept that you made the wrong choice."

"But, did I make the wrong choice though? Think about it this way, if I had been placed in Hero class, we'd have been in the same classes. What if we had been paired up for things? What if we had become friends? The horror."

Alexia swore to whatever deity there was that Warren had never laughed in her presence ever. He still didn't. But, he did manage a small smirk of amusement.

"Nice to see you two getting along for once," Principal Powers sauntered into the white-washed room. "Detention is over. Alexia, one of your friends has stayed behind and will escort you home. Warren, you know the drill."

Warren did know the drill.

"Thanks teach, I'll see you tomorrow," Alexia sent her a wave before leaving the room.

Warren followed after her, walking at a fast pace to keep up with her.

She's five feet tall, how is she so fast?

When they exited the building, Warren saw the raven-haired Puck waiting for her. Puck sent him a smirk and frown as if to ask what he was doing. But, that face was gone as he shook his head at Alexia – who had run and jumped on his back.

"Where's my shit?" she asked leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Luke and Alyssah took it home for you, they're waiting at is house for us," he replied, looking back at her. She slid off his back.

"Okay cool, shall we go then?" she said. Warren panicked a little when he watched her backflip off the edge of the school. He stared incredulously at Puck when he laughed.

"Crazy kid," Puck sighed. "So, I'll catch you later."

With that, he ran and jumped off the edge too. It was then that Warren recalled the fact that Puck Jones was an aerokinetic. He blinked a couple times, sighing and boarding the late bus.

Fuck me.


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