Day 11: I told you so

I don't own fablehaven. Huge thanks to NaoSa for helping me come up with the idea for this one! :D she rocks!

Warren knew something was up immediately. And that was normally his job. This wouldn't work. He pulled out a ratty, brown hat that hadn't been in style for decades. He was going to get to the bottom of things.

Kendra had been the most suspicious. She would be his last resort. He started by casually looking around the house, waiting for the perfect guinea pig. He didn't have to wait long.

"Bracken, my man!" Warren put an arm around his shoulders, leading the unicorn into the living room. "Me and you are having a chat. He was a slippery one, blowing in like hurricane, reminded me of an old friend I had…it had been a while but living in the past was something I'd learn to move on from years ago."

"Warren, why are you wearing a trench coat and talking to yourself in the third person?"

"So he was tricky fellow, tight lipped. But Warren Burgess could get to the bottom of things. He always did."

"You're freaking me out. Can I confirm this is you?" He offered a hand.

"Changing tactics. This was going to be a tougher nut to crack." Warren moved his hand to grab the lamp on a side table. He took the lamp shade off and angled it so the light shined in Bracken's eyes. "Things have been stirring, what do you know?"

"Going on? I repeat, are you ok?"

"I'll get you talking, just you wait."

Bracken sighed in exasperation. "Look, I'd love to play detective or whatever it you're doing, but I'm busy." He stood up.

"Plans, aye? He was busy, I was sure of it. He must have been in on it." But bracken had already moved to the next room over.

"I don't know what 'it' is!" he called over his shoulder.

"I had lost my first suspect, but I had a clue. That was all I needed to get started."

Warren stayed on the couch a moment linger before getting up and heading upstairs. In the hallway, he ran into his brother.

"A good choice, a man who knew things. He'd do. He'd do good. Dale! Listen, I—"

"No."

"You haven't even—"

"No. I don't want to be apart of this. And why are you talking like that? You're going to get yourself hurt one of these days."

"He knew little about me. Only the close ones knew my tendency to ah…pertain injuries."

Dale brushed past Warren.

"Wait!" Warren said. "The interrogation isn't over! You can't just leave now!"

Dale didn't respond as he disappeared down the stairs.

"Drat. Right in my clutches. This case was presenting itself a problem, a problem I was determined to solve."

Warren snaked his way through the house, searching out a mister he knew he could get answers from. He had seen Seth go into his room, and he waited outside the door.

"An impenetrable force of solitude. I didn't deal with strangers like these, but times were desperate."

"Come in all ready. The whole block can hear you." It was Seth. Warren creaked the door open and shut it behind him. "Cool getup."

Warren scoffed. "This isn't some 'getup'. I'll have you know—"

"What are we going to do?"

"So this kid knew his business. I knew my business too."

Seth got up from his bed. "I'm not even going to ask at this point…for safety reasons."

"Look kid, something's up. Follow me downstairs and tell me what you know."

Seth shrugged, rolling his eyes. He came anyway and the boys crept downstairs. They could see Kendra through the open kitchen door moving around, carrying what looked like a tube of frosting.

"Interesting. It seemed—"

"Warren, shut up."

Warren opened his mouth to reply but snapped it shut when Kendra glanced their way.

Seth started forward and Warren reached an arm out to stop him. Instead, he stood to full height and sauntered into the room. He got into the kitchen but slipped on something. He was sent forward, landing on the counter. He hit a lighter and it skidded forward, Lansing on the floor and producing a small flame. The flame caught on some streamers that he just noticed. Soon, half the kitchen was in flames. Before he could read the banner, it burned to a crisp.

Kendra yelled and dashed to the sink, pulling out the fire extinguisher underneath it. She sprayed the flames down and everyone currently in the room stared at it.

"Well," Seth said, "I tried to keep him busy." He walked out of the room.

"I had been right!" He pumped a fist. "Totally guessed it. Wait he was distracting me?"

"You we're trying to figure this out?" Kendra said, hands on hips.

"Yeah. Too bad my snooping caused…that. Nice sentiment."

The door opened again and Dale glanced at the wreckage, then at Warren and Kendra.

"I told you so," he said. "You got yourself hurt."

Warren took off his hat and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed a hand on Kendra's shoulder. "Surprise?"

She smiled. "Surprise."

*Im not sure were that came from XD. Oh well. Ok, guys today was the last day you could turn things in for the end of term, and I was doing homework from 10 to 8. Part of me is dead. And if I ever hear the words "Heat transfer" or "just email your teacher" again, ima loose it. On a happier note, Thanks NaoSa, Jaylalovesreading, and Superfan (cool about the story! I'll be exited to read it! And I don't right fast XD It's called stubborn will :P).*