Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Disney owns them all.

A/N: Less than a week until Christmas! Woo-hoo! Happy holidays to all! This one is a little shorter than the rest because if I continued on it would be a couple more pages on word and I don't have time to do all of those, so you're going to have to suck it up. Review please.

Chapter 10

Will rushed up his driveway, feeling immensely glad with himself. Not only had he gotten his powers today, he had also had an hour make out session with Warren. During school hours. There was nothing better than not having to do work and instead kissing Warren.

He jogged forward and pulled the door open, wincing when the door came off completely. He really would need to readjust himself before he broke everything in the house. Perhaps he would have to ask his dad for some tips. He carefully set the door back on and flinched when he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned around slowly and faced his mother and father.

"So, Will, anything interesting happen at school today?" His mother asked. Will glanced back at the door and then at his parents. Why were they so angry? It was just the door. He was pretty sure that his father had broken many doors in his time.

"Uh..." He rushed forward. "Well, as you may have noticed, I got my powers today!" He announced happily, lifting his mother up around the waist. It was startlingly easy, making Will wonder if he could lift Warren that easily.

Because Warren would love that.

"Yes, we know." His mother said, and for a brief moment Will seriously thought she had read his mind and she knew about Warren's obvious distaste for being picked up. He lowered her down and she continued, her voice very displeased. "The principal called."

Oh. Well, that explained her attitude certainly more than her reading his mind about Warren.

"Okay." He said nervously. " Look, it's not..." He struggled to find what it was not. He wasn't quite sure where he was going with this, but he knew it better be good, or else it was going to be hard to get out of this one. He did nearly wreck the cafeteria, after all. "It's not as bad as it sounds. It's a really funny, great story." He tried to romanticize it, even though he knew there really was nothing funny about it. Well, it would probably be funny to his and Warren's grandchildren, but Will doubted that his parents would get the same amusement from it as his currently nonexistent grandchildren.

"You nearly destroyed the cafeteria." His mother said, her tone disapproving. Her tone was like venom, killing Will's good mood instantly.

"Yeah, but, Mom..." He complained, trying to salvage his good mood before it completely escaped him. "I got my powers!"

"And do you know how to use them wisely?" His mother asked coldly. Will watched sadly as his good mood floated away in the wind. He glanced at his dad. Surely he would be proud. After all, the one thing he wanted in his son was for him to have powers.

"Sanctum. Now." His dad said, just as coldly. Will felt his hope disappear as he followed his dad silently into the sanctum. With everyone mad at him the pole didn't seem as much fun, he noticed. His dad walked silently to the middle of the room and then spun around.

"William Theodore Stronghold..." His dad said threateningly. Then his dad's arms swung wide. "Come here!"

"You're not mad?" Will cried, going into his father's arms willingly. It was hard to remember last time his father had hugged him like this. It had to be at least a year or two.

"My boy has super-strength!" His dad said proudly. "How can I be mad?" Will hugged him a little bit tighter in gratitude and his father returned his favor.

"Ow!" Will said as his father's arms pressed a slightly bruising pressure against his ribs.

"I'm sorry." His father said. Will tightened his own arms, smiling when his father reacted identically to him. "Ow! You are strong!" His father said proudly. Will grinned bashfully, though he couldn't keep his excitement out of his voice.

"Yeah." He said.

"If your mom asks, you tell her I read you the riot act, and..." His father paused for a moment dramatically. "...I took away your Xbox."

"But I don't have an Xbox." Will said confusedly. How could his father take away something he didn't already have?

"Are you sure?" His father asked, spinning the black chair that was Will's favorite around. Will suddenly understood and he leaped forward, seizing the brightly wrapped present. "Open it up!"

Will ripped the paper open quickly, revealing the highly technological gadget, and set to work with his father on putting it together. Strong they were, but good with technology they were not. A warm glow was starting to settle over Will, produced from his father's company and approval. It felt good to not be in front of a disapproving stare as he had been for the last week.

"I want the blue controller." His father requested, handing Will the other one. Will pressed on a button and then settled down next to his father on the couch. They fumbled through a couple games, Will's happiness only increasing.

And then suddenly his good mood disappeared, just as he was jumping over an object in the game. He had just thought of something that was both incredibly true and depressing.

His father was happy with him again. Will's lack of power was gone, taking with it his father's disapproval. But what happened when his father was disappointed in him because of something that he could not fix? Something that he was born with and he could not get rid of?

Something like being gay?