When I came to, Warren was sitting next to me. I groaned as my focus came into place, and I sat up.

"Hey, be careful. That was quite a shock."

"Pun intended?" I asked. Warren chuckled.

"No. No pun intended."

"Wait, so what happened?"

"Well, Will fell off the face of the school-."

"No, I remember that part. I meant, what happened after I passed out?"

"Apparently Will can fly."

"So that's what I saw." Something clicked. "Hey, you used his first name!"

"So?"

"That means that I was right."

"You were right about what?"

"That the fight a few weeks ago was the start of a beautiful friendship." Warren laughed and hugged me. "Warren? Are you ok? You're not one for PDA." I felt his forehead. "You're warm."

"I'm always warm."

"Why are you hugging me?"

"Because I'm glad you're ok." He mumbled into my hair. "I was worried when Royal Pain hit you with electricity. God, why didn't you think about the consequences? You could have been killed!"

"Yeah, I kind of thought about that only after I used my powers." I paused. "I guess that means I'm back to being my illogical self." That made Warren smile.

"Yeah, I guess you are." He stood up, and helped me up.

"So is everyone ok now? Is everyone at their normal age?" Warren nodded. We wondered out toward the hall and saw everyone mingling, and Principal Powers trying to establish order. We saw Will talking to his parents, and it seemed that they were letting him know that it was ok. He had saved the day.

"I didn't do it by myself." He admitted. One of the teachers was talking to the Commander and Jetstream, and was talking about the award.

"I'd be honored to accept this award." The Commander stated. "But this doesn't belong to us." The superheroes turned to where Warren and I were standing, and where everyone else had joined us.

"It belongs to them." Jetstream finished. "The sidekicks." I looked around. "I mean, hero support."

"Why don't we just call them what they really are, Josie? Heroes." Our friends took a hold of the little trophy, and I couldn't be more proud to call them just that: my friends.

"I told you they were awesome." I commented to Warren.

"And you were right." He admitted with a smile. We all walked back into the cafeteria to hear Dr. Medulla making a speech about destroying the pacifier.

"Let's boogie!" He shouted, turning the music on. Everyone began dancing as though nothing had happened. Which was good, I guess. Things were set right again. And Royal Pain was being taken care of, along with her goons. But that included Beth. I'm not entirely sure what had happened to convince Beth that Gwen's way was the way to go, but she chose it, and would now be punished. I felt sorry that I had blown up on her, and believed that if I hadn't, we might still be friends, and she wouldn't have gone with Gwen. But there was no changing time. What was done was done. I looked over at Warren, who was just standing there, staring at me.

"What?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Do you wanna dance?" I smiled, and held out my hand, that was all icy. He held out his own that was covered in fire, and we thawed each other out. He took me to the dance floor as a slow song started, and he wrapped his right arm around my waist, and his other took my left hand. My right hand was placed on his shoulder, and we held a modest distant between us as we swayed to the music. He sighed and pulled me closer. It was like we were hugging, but we were still swaying.

"What's wrong?"

"What I said earlier, I meant it. You almost died."

"But I'm alive." I told him.

"Yeah, but it was scary." He admitted. "I don't think you know what it was like, thinking you might not wake up. And even now, you look like death."

"Gee, thanks."

"Well, you've got blood on you, and you've got bruises. You're a trooper." His warms hands were placed on my upper arms, and he felt the welts there that had bled through. "I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Warren, we're superheroes. We're bound to get hurt. I didn't play it safe, and we started street fighting. Beth wouldn't give up. And neither would I." He held me close again.

"Stop being illogical." He breathed. His breath smelled like cinnamon; like he'd been chewing gum. It was good. His scent of musk mixed in, and I felt my knees grow weak. I kept in a whimper of vulnerability, not allowing my emotions to get the better of me.

"If I started being logical, then I wouldn't want you to kiss me right now." I admitted.

"Never mind. Go ahead and be illogical." The collision of the kiss was amazing. I'd been kissed before, but not like this. His warm lips melded with mine, creating the most amazing sensation. I'd been craving this for a while, although not really being aware of it, and felt the desire heat me up from the tips of my toes. Or maybe that was just Warren. Either way, I welcomed it open heartedly.

Can you believe it? It's finally finished. Now, I'm going to continue to edit Almighty, which is the sequel to this. However, I will not be posting it until I'm finished, which might take some time. However, with this new laptop I got for graduation, I will have a lot more time and freedom to write, which is totally awesome. I cannot thank you all enough for sticking with me until this point, especially if you started reading this when I very first started posting.

Thank you sooooooo much for all the reviews and the messages with criticism, notes and just plain joy that this story had been written. you guys are seriously amazing. OH! Before I forget, if you want a look at the cast, go look at my profile. You'll have to copy and paste because I'm not technologically savvy, so...yeah. I hope you liked it!