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

Author's Note: This story has been getting such positive feedback, I'm really happy about it. In this chapter you get first introduced to Alexia's family (they're pretty special as you'll see soon enough), and I really like them all. Writing fight scenes is hard. Oh and, please go vote in the poll in my bio. I also wrote another story, this one for an Australian TV show called Dance Academy (a great show btw and my writing doesn't do it justice), so please go check that if you're interested.

Disclaimer: Okay, again, I own nothing except my OCs, and the plot. Please do not sue me.

Erica (Guest) - OMG thank you so much. This is actually the best compliment. I seriously love you so much right now. I really love Alexia as well, she's like me if I was able to say whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. She's a like a very bitter free spirit. Also, if I publish a book I will definitely send you one.

Guest - I do see a lot of ice/fire stories around, some of which are very good, I just wanted to do a different power combination in my story because that trope is very common on here.

Slytherin Quidditch - Thank you, I can't wait for you to find out either.

Chapter Four
Teamwork or Bust

Save the Citizen was never one of Alexia's favourite activities. But now that she was being forced to participate, and with Warren, she vowed to get the sport banned at some point. The armour was old and was way too tight around her chest and hips, making for a very uncomfortable fit. Warren wasn't much better, his hardly even covered his broad shoulders. The armour was obviously made for tall males, though strangely enough, not muscled ones. Neither of them were particularly safe. That didn't faze Coach Boomer, however. His love for this type of torture was still very strong.

"Hothead! Sassypants!" Alexia raised an eyebrow at the second word, while Warren just grunted at his nickname. "You two ready?"

"Give us a second to strategise," Alexia replied, turning back to her partner.

"Alright, but make it quick."

"Okay, Peace. We need to beat these guys into the ground," Alexia clasped her small hands together in front of her face, "I suggest you go after Winters, seeing as your powers are complementary. I'll handle the stupid doll."

"What about Romano?" Warren asked, glancing at the short boy across the gym.

"What about Romano?" Alexia shot back. "He's too scared of both us to do anything worth focusing on."

She had a point, of course, but Warren thought they should at least keep an eye on him in case he tried anything.

"Fine, I'll put up my shields," she sighed.

"Shields?" Warren tilted his head to the side a little, reminding Alexia of her dogs.

"You know, so if he starts using his power, I'll be able to tell. It'll hurt and probably slow me down, but whatever."

"Is it going to cost us anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, will you still be able to concentrate on using your telekinesis?" Warren ignored the clicking motion Coach Boomer was doing at the pair.

"Maybe, maybe not," his sidekick shrugged, "guess we'll have to find out," she walked off with that last comment, leaving Warren to sigh to himself.

He sidled up next to his partner, grudgingly shaking the hand of both Seth Romano and Mia Winters - his ex-girlfriend. Alexia looked at him briefly when Mia glared at her weakly, though to her credit she was trying. She just rolled his eyes with a subtle smirk.

"I want a good game from all of you," Coach Boomer, well, boomed. Alexia thought there was something missing from that statement, but nodded nevertheless. "Begin!"

The siren went off, signalling the start of the match. Both Alexia and Warren leapt into action, projecting their powers into the air to catch the other pair off guard. Mia let out a shrill scream, making Alexia smile. It wasn't a secret that she was not a fan of the hydrokinetic. The tingle at the back of her mind, and the speeding up of blood in her veins told her that Seth was powering himself up.

Seth Romano had the power of mind reading and communication, but only if he went into a sort of limbo state. So, with him sitting cross-legged in the corner of the arena and Mia being occupied by Warren's constant barrage of fireballs, Alexia was the only one left not doing anything.

She spun and started running towards the whirring machine, setting her sights on the whining plastic doll hanging above it. But, it seemed Seth had already realised her motives because Mia whirled around and hurled snowballs at Alexia's distracted frame. They exploded into a display of white and blue, anchoring her to the floor. She let out a disgruntled groan and shouted for Warren to fix it.

"Kind of busy," he too had been distracted by Mia's powers and was at that moment doing his best not to also be hit with them. "Hang on!" He thrust his clenched fist into the air, throwing out a large bomb-like detonation. It threw the blonde girl back and, in the same sequence melted the ice covering Alexia's lower half.

"Thanks, Peace."

"No problem," he occupied himself yet again with warding of Mia's attacks on both himself and his sidekick.

Alexia briefly looked over at the timer, seeing that there was only one minute left in the fight. She reached out to the doll, attempting to pull it towards herself. But every time she did, Seth notified Mia. She growled, irritated. She outstretched a hand, pointing her thin fingers out at her opponent. To her delight, he floated upwards and, in turn, broke out of his trance, leaving him defenceless. And powerless. When he closed his eyes again, trying to slip back into his stupor, Alexia wrenched her hand to the right. He flew in the direction of the wall, panicking. She caught him before he hit it, but kept doing it slightly less powerfully while she focused back on the doll, which was far too close to the blender than she would find comforting.

She siphoned her power into her right hand, directing it at the doll. It swung in her direction, straining against the rope. Alexia rolled her eyes, twisting her wrist and pulling it against her chest. The plastic body soared through the air, and with a loud crash, landed on Alexia herself.

The alarm went off again and the whole population of Sky High stood and clapped vigorously as Alexia threw the thing off her and climbed to her feet. Warren grabbed her arm when she stumbled.

"You okay?" he asked, still holding onto her elbows.

She nodded and he took his hands off her, only for her to fall again. She shook her head after that, "Overexertion of powers."

"Do you need to go to the nurse or something?" Warren really wanted to get this barely-awake girl out of the crowd of swarming students.

"Yeah, maybe a little," she said. And then she fainted.

Alexia had been in the nurse's office for perhaps two hours, during which time a freshman kid had come rushing in - eyes wide with fear.

"Alexia!" he shouted. "Oh my God, is she okay?" he asked Mrs. Spex.

"Yes dear, she'll be fine. She's just a little worn out," the nurse replied, sending him a comforting glance.

"Excuse me," Warren asked, feeling suddenly out of place. "But, who are you?"

The kid reared back, brows furrowing indignantly, "I'm her brother. Who are you?"

"Warren Peace," he didn't bother putting out a hand to shake.

"You're Warren Peace?" Evan asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"...Yes?" Warren said in a questioning tone.

"It's just that," Evan shook his head, "Alexia talks about you all the time. I would've thought that you hated each other. And yet, you carried her here."

"Because it would be wrong to just leave her on the gym floor unconscious," Warren said slowly, like he was explaining to a small toddler.

"Yeah, whatever," Evan conceded, sitting beside the bed.

"Okay, so how old are you exactly?" Warren asked, eyeing the doorway.

"I'm 15, why?"

"Because you're taller than her, but that might just be because she's a hobbit," Evan choked back a laugh.

"She definitely inherited the tininess in the family."

"Yes, well, it's not my fault all the eldest ones stole it all," a croaky voice said. The two boys turned to look at the girl wrapped in Nurse Spex' sheets.

"Alexia! You're awake," Evan exclaimed, squeezing the hand closest to him.

"Yeah, thanks to you two. God, do you ever shut up, Evan?" she squeezed his hand back, looking down at it. "Why so touchy-feely?"

"I thought you died or something," he replied, throwing his non-occupied hand into the air.

"Alright then, good to see you're not dead, Callaghan. I'm gonna go get some lunch," Warren stood up from his seat, making his way outside and carefully closing the door behind him.

He skirted through the halls, ignoring the curious looks of other students who had seen what happened in the gym. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he was bombarded with questions from Alexia's little band of misfits.

"How is she?"

"Is she okay?"

"Has she woken up yet?"

"Why wouldn't they let me heal her?" Lucas grabbed onto Warren's arm. Warren threw him off almost as soon as he did it.

"She's fine. She is okay. She woke up about ten minutes. And, Benson, I have no fucking clue, okay?" he pushed past them all.

Warren stalked across the room, collapsing into a chair beside Layla. She greeted him quietly, sliding a pudding cup over to him. He thanked her and opened his book to the bookmarked page. He had only read three sentences when his peace was broken by Alexia's friends once again approaching.

"Look man, I know you're not her best friend," Puck said, sitting across the table from him, "but your her Hero now. So, please take care of her."

"What?" he asked, frowning.

"Just," Puck held up a hand, "please look after her."

Warren hesitated, wondering where this had come from, "Okay, Jones."

"Thank you," Puck went to get up, and then seemed to reconsider. "Don't ever tell her I said that, she'll kill me."

Puck then left the table, with Alyssah and Lucas trailing him like lost puppies. Both Magenta and Layla turned towards Warren, with vastly different expressions on their faces.

"Man, Puck Jones is so hot," Magenta sighed, resting her head in her hand. "Even if his real name is Payton."

"Excuse me?" Zach turned to his girlfriend.

"Look, I'm sorry man, but seriously."

"Guys," Layla interrupted. "What happened to Alexia, Warren?"

"She said overexertion of power," he answered, placing the book back in front of his face. "Must have drained all her energy. So, she fainted."

"Is she alright?" Layla frowned in a concerned way.

"Yes, she's fine," he sighed in response. "She's just in there with her brother."

"Oh, okay," Layla turned back to her salad, picking at it with her fork.

Warren rolled his eyes at her, "Look, as her 'Hero' I have to go back there next period, something about teambuilding and trust. You can come and check on her if you're so worried, Layla."

"Thank you, Warren," she smiled brightly, eating her food with a newfound enthusiasm. Warren fought back a smile at his friend's antics, instaed shaking his head and burying himself back into his book.

"You're welcome."

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