title: a Halloween prank
author: newtypeshadow
fandom: Sky High
disclaimer: Sky High and associated characters and settings are not my property. This story was written for entertainment, not for profit.
notes: inspired by a real picture from on-campus (Emily, behind Washburn).
notes2: thanks so much for the reviews, and a special thanks to those of you who've written Warren/Will slash in response to my profile page begging :) i'm ecstatic there are so many WW slash fans here on ffnet! Happy Halloween!
note3: check out the lj community SkyHighFic. someone just posted a really hot Will/Warren fic there. that is all. :)
Warren whipped about the kitchen in a frenzy. "I hate Halloween," he said, rushing out the door, breakfast bar in hand.
"Warren, you forgot something!" Will called from around the eggs he was scarfing down like there was no tomorrow. Or like he'd be late to the office.
Warren skidded to a stop in the kitchen doorway. "What did I forget? Oh shit, I'm gonna be so late."
Will stood and wrapped his arms around Warren's shoulders. Warren smiled and shook his head. "So sorry." He turned, ran a hand along Will's jaw, twined his fingers into his lover's hair, and gave Will a kiss that curled his toes. Will grinned, a little dazed when their lips separated with an audible smack.
"Now you can go," he breathed.
"Thanks for the permission." Warren licked his lips and grinned smugly. "And thanks for the eggs." He laughed as Will swatted at him and sprinted to the door.
Will rolled his eyes and returned to his breakfast. He was halfway back into his seat when he heard it.
"Fucking kids!" Warren shouted, slamming the front door shut and stalking back into the house.
"What's wrong?" Will stood abruptly.
"This is why we shouldn't give out teachers' addresses in the directory."
"What? What happened?" Will hurried past Warren and opened the front door.
"I'm going to torch whoever's responsible for this," Warren was muttering when Will looked into the driveway and saw what he was talking about: saran wrap and cobwebs. All over their car. Tying it to the lamp post in their front yard. There was no way they could get the car cleaned up enough to take it out before 7:30am, not when they were already bordering on late.
Will heard a crack and realized the door needed to be replaced. "Damn kids," he growled.
Warren drew him back into the house—carefully—Will could feel the heat beneath his hands—and closed the door. Then he took a few steps back, turned, and hurled a fireball into the fireplace. "Do they have to prank the house every year?"
Will sighed. "I guess we should've expected this. Want me to fly you to school today?"
"Sure. And you know what, I'm feeling inspired: I think my seniors will get a pop quiz today."
Will grinned and walked back into the kitchen. "Give 'em hell for me," he called back. Warren nodded resolutely, plan already forming. His supers class was gonna wish he'd torched them by the time the day was over.