Disclaimer: I do not own 'Sky High', 'Charmed' or any other thing associated with the Movies or Books, I only own the characters that never appeared in the movie & situations that you soon will start reading. This story is just a way to let my imagination go & for mine & the enjoyment of others, so, please DO NOT SUE ME. Even though I don't see any problem which will lead to federal charges, but if you do, I repeat, please DO NOT SUE ME!

A/N: I know I'm making slow progress in my fanfictions, but, here it is- finally. Thanks a lot to those new readers that made me want to keep writing here, thanks for giving this story a chance, it means a lot to me 3 Enjoy~ Don't forget to R&R.

My Head Under Water, My Body Up in Flames

Chapter 3:

Facing Facts

The sun hit Hazel right in the face the next morning, she really needed to buy those curtains for the living room. Slowly, her senses started coming towards her; his smell was everywhere, one of his warm arms was draped over her waist, she could feel the tickle of his equally warm breath at the back of her neck.

Crevan was just about to enjoy the feeling of having an omega, the doorbell rang. Cracking open an eye against the morning sunshine that shone through her window, Hazel reached over to the back of the sofa, where Warren's pants were. From a pocket, she pulled out his phone. The phone's screen flashed 7:30 along with some missed calls and texts; all from Sue. She wasn't into being in the middle of a relationship and just when the self-hate and nausea started to set in her doorbell rang again.

"Hazel!" Said girl sat straight on the couch she had spent the previous night breaking in. Warren recognized the voice also because he woke up and sat up abruptly.

"That cannot be Layla." He grumbled groggily, pulling the knitted blanket that rested at the back of the sofa and pulled it across their naked bodies.

"I know Warren's in there, too!" That got both of their attentions.

"How does she know where I live?" Hazel reached over for Warren's large black t-shirt to cover her nakedness as she made her way to the front door.

"Hazel." Warren's desperate whisper made her turn back to the naked pyrokinetic that was hiding behind the couch.

The young witch could only shrug, "She already knows you're here."

When Hazel swung the door open, on the other side a flustered looking Layla stood. For a second, the redhead didn't know what to do and just stared at Hazel with wide eyes, before storming into the house. It didn't take her long to locate one of her closest friends who was trying to hide behind a couch, a pale finger pointed at his direction.

"I thought better of you, Warren Peace!" The redhead scolded. The young woman's shoulders were quivering like an arrow ready to be set loose. "I thought you and Sue were perfect for each other! Two polar opposites that balance their relationship out! But, some other blonde passes in front of you and you go after her like a dog!"

Both Warren and Hazel watched Layla's rant in silence; Warren's eyes were as wide as saucers and a hint of fear shone in them, Hazel just stood quietly by the closed door, before Layla turned her attention towards her, her finger still raised in accusation.

"You knew he had a girlfriend! You looked like a really nice person! I thought we were going to be really good friends."

That kind of made Hazel melt a little towards the redhead. So, she smiled sheepishly and raised her hands in mock defense. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend when we met, he could've pushed me off. He's the one with the girlfriend."

That set Layla off on Warren again. Not long, she turned back around and addressed Hazel, "But, you met her at lunch yesterday. I saw you guys screwing last night."

Hazel kind of cringed, "I really need to put curtains up." Then another question popped up. "How do you know where I live, though?"

Layla sighed, all of her anger gone. "I live two houses down."

Hazel walked over to the archway towards the dining room and leaned against it. "No wonder it smelled like magic, plus the dogs barking gave it away."

"Mom helps dad out, most of the time. They like to mix and see where that goes."

"You guys want some breakfast?"

The two supers were almost shocked at the blonde still standing in nothing but Warren's black t-shirt. Layla turned to look at Warren, who stared at Hazel almost dumbfounded. The agrokinetic shook her head lightly, before shrugging and saying a simple, "Sure."

Hazel broke into a smile, "Great, put some pants on Warren."

Said boy turned a slight shade of red when Layla shot him a dirty look.

"You can wait for me in the kitchen, Lay, I'll be right back," That being said, Hazel disappeared down a small hallway at the back of the foyer. Moments later she came back with a couple of towels. "You," The blonde addressed Warren, who tried not to look at her much with Layla still in the room."Can take a shower upstairs. The third door on the left is set up for one of my older cousins; a new pack of boxers is in one drawer, I think there might be a shirt that can fit you." She gave her instructions, dropped the towels on his lap and guided Layla to the bright kitchen.

Layla drifted to one of the seats of the kitchen island as Hazel began pulling out pans and ingredients, her back to Layla.

"I sometimes can't control the Swings." Hazel broke the building silence as the skillet began to heat up. "You're vegetarian, right?"

Layla shifted in her seat, "Yes, I am," Swallowing deeply she blurted out what she had found out about the witch in the kitchen making her breakfast. "Everybody says you're the most complicated of the Halliwells... I heard about the 'Swings'; it's a term use for Lycans, isn't it?"

Hazel could hear the water running upstairs as the butter in the pan began to sizzle. "My mom was studying art in Chicago when she met my dad. The second his scent hit her nose she knew no one else was fit to rule some day alongside her."

Layla perked up and hung on to Hazel's words. "Rule?"

Hazel shot Layla a quick smile over her shoulder as she finished the with the pancake batter and started with the first one. "My mother is in line to become Alpha. Her family has been Royal Lycans for generations. Everyone thought that the Wolf was going to skip me, it's weird when a Lycan chooses a non-Lycan; it's even weirder when the Moon's blessing falls on the baby."

"Lycanthropy is a mutation myth."

Warren's voice made Layla jump, her squeak timed perfectly with Hazel flipping a pancake onto a plate. His statement made the young witch scoff.

"Boys and their science."

"Girls and fairytales." Warren's comeback made her laugh and something in his stomach coiled in reaction to her twinkling laugh. She had tied her messy hair up in a messier bun, his shirt ended an inch below her mid-thigh. The dark color a nice contrast with her skin and blonde curls.

Layla went to sush Warren and urging Hazel to talk more by asking, "And your dad is Chris Halliwell, right? Second son to Piper Halliwell and the family's Whitelighter."

Hazel grinned at her as she waved a hand and thousands upon thousands of gray orbs showered around the two supers. After the lights cleared the table was set; orange juice and various fruits laid out in front of them. Hazel finished the last pancake for Warren and let them eat, only that Layla stayed staring at the blonde wide-eyed.

"You're a Whitelighter, too?"

"Only half."

"What's a Whitelighter?"

Layla turned to Warren excitedly and explained, "They're like Guardian Angels, but, for Witches. They make sure they're no Darkie can get to them and turn them to Evil. There's nothing worse than a Black Witch."

Warren turned to Hazel, who was leaning forward across from him eating strawberries, an eyebrow raised. "Darkie?"

The blonde couldn't help but smile at him, "It's what New Wave Witches call those creatures that are the bad guys or work for the bad guys."

Warren chuckled again before taking a bite out of the fluffy golden pancakes and said around the food in his mouth, "Yeah? You mean like vampires and stuff? Like, in Underworld?"

Layla shot him a dirty look before turning to Hazel, "I'm sorry for my ignorant friend, here. He doesn't get it."

Hazel smiled reassuringly at Layla and waved her apology away, "Non-magical men have the ibbyjibbies for Magic, for some weird reason. For women, is totally the opposite."

For a couple of minutes, the trio ate their breakfast in silence only to make Layla shift in her seat uncomfortably. Warren seemed to notice and grow aggravated, he let his fork drop noisily on his plate and growled out a "What is it, Red?"

"I still don't understand how this happened." Layla forced herself to rail back into topic. "Ever since you met you've been barely polite to each other..." Suddenly, she gasped, the wheels in her head turning. "You guys literally started this thing during lunch yesterday!"

Warren and Hazel locked eyes, neither one of them understood the reasons of the other for their... high school affair.

The blonde Witch bit the inside of her cheek as Crevan stirred in her chest, longing for Warren's scorching touch. "My Wolf wants to mate with Warren."

Said young man had been taking a drink of orange juice when she said this, and he couldn't help but swallow the wrong way.

"Your wolf?" Layla was apprehensive when she said the word, she wasn't really sure of Lycan terminology.

"For Lycans, there is the beast and there is the man. Some can see the difference and sometimes it's hard to tell which apart. Crevan is part of me as I'm part of her, we're just two consciousness in the same body." That was an easy start. "I'm not sure if it's because we're pyros, or maybe because Warren sometimes smells like Wolf, too. This just makes the attraction and the chemistry more... intense sometimes."

Warren stared at Hazel intensely, "You like me because...you wolf has a thing for me?"

The girl laughed, "I have a thing for you, Crevan's the intense one. She wants you for life."

Peals of laughter came out of Hazel when she saw Warren blush and tried to hide his face as he shoved more food into his mouth.

Layla was nodding along with Hazel's words, slowly understanding the young Halliwell. The redhead then turned towards one of her best friends. "And you?"

Warren tried to ignore Layla only for her to push answers out of him with a sharp kick to his shin. "I'm not going to talk about it." Was his simple grunt- response.

Layla rolled her eyes before they caught the clock on top of the stove for them to open wide, "Oh crap! We're going to be late for school!"

Hazel turned and looked up, they still had 45 minutes to get to Sky High. She turned and told Warren, "You can wait for the bus here if you want."

He answered while avoiding her eyes, "I have to go pick up Sue."

Ah, there it was; the pang of jealousy.

Layla quickly saw the interaction and jumped at the opportunity to make the situation less awkward, "We can wait for the bus together, Hazel."

Hazel smiled fondly at the redhead, "That sounds great, Lay. I have to get ready, I'll knock on your door when I'm ready."

The girl that could control plants nodded and waved before heading out of Hazel's house, leaving the two pyros alone in the kitchen.

"This is going to be weird." Hazel casually commented. Hopping off the counter she waved a hand towards Layla's empty plate and utensils, orbing them towards the sink.

"I'm still not convinced to this 'magical' side of you." Warren didn't need to use air quotes, his tone was enough. He stared at Hazel, trying to figure the girl out for the millionth time since they met.

Hazel smiled teasingly at him, before leaning across the island and pecking him lightly on the cheek as she pulled back she let Crevan close to the surface, her eyes swirling gold. "One of these days, boy, my Magic will have you on your knees."

It took all of Warren not to pull her by the back of her neck into a smoldering kiss, he could already feel his temperature rising. Hazel watched him become flustered with desire.

He left breathless and hot, the image of a certain blond witch's gold eyes and wolf-y smirk seared to his brain.

A/N: I promise this is leading up to something bigger! Enjoy my first chapter of the year! R&R, your encouragement means a lot to me~