Disclaimer: Sky High the Movie and it's characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own pleasure and making no money out of this.

Disclaimer 2: Some things in my fic I have borrowed from other Sky High writers. In this chapter it is Will's nickname for Warren, Wren. I can't find the story which I got it from right now, but when I manage to find it, I'll name it here (because I remeber I liked this story a lot and it's one I'd really like to recommend).

Author's notes:

1. This story was written because every pairing needs a „We must have sex with each-other or else we'll die" fic. To my deepest sorrow I have yet to find one with Warren/Will, so I wrote it myself.

2. This fic is not a parody, but you can't take it too seriously either.

3. I like Terry Pratchett. The word „thaumic" is my tribute to his work. The explanation is crazy enough.

4. Fic is in three parts, is completed, but I will post it in three chapter as I want to edit it some more.

5. Fic is spellchecked, but not betaed. If you find any mistakes, please point them out and I'll fix them. Thank you

6. Reviewing is always welcome.

Title: Thaumic Resonance

Author: LadyBird

Fandom: Sky High

Pairing: Warren/Will

Rating: M (to be safe)

Warnings: slash, drama, angst, mentions of killing, and yes, sex

I had fun writing it, hopefully you will have fun reading it.

Read at your own risk!

Thaumic Resonance

Foreword: In Which Thaumic Resosnance Is Explained

(from Ethan's notebook, word for word as told by Mr. Boy in „Hero and Hero-support joint Sex-Ed" in the second day of Freshman year.)

„What you must understand is that actually it is not. Thaumic resonance, that is. Nobody really knows who and when named the phenomenon so, but the name preceeds the writer Terry Pratchett by several centuries, if not more.

Of course, everybody knows that „thaumic resonance" has really nothing to do with thaums – whatever those might be, and, even less, possibly, to do with resonance. But no matter how much scientists – mad or not – point that fact out, the name stays. Mostly because so far nobody has, in fact, proved that the phenomenon has no relation to thaumic resonance. And since nobody actually knows what causes this particular phenomenon, it is considered that „thaumic resonance" is as good a name as any.

So what is this „thaumic resonance" I speak about?

Imagine a superhero... or supervillain – basically any person with superpowers. He – or she – has powers that are unusual from the viewpoint of ordinary human beings, and, in most cases, either rather uncomfortable or right down dangerous if not controlled. Of course, most of the time any… superbeing can control their powers. Remember – most of the time – because for every one of us there is something that can shake our control over our powers. What exactly – that is different for everybody… anger, joy, tears, laughter, loss, victory… Like I said, those things are different. The strangest case I have met was a hero who lost control over his powers when he smelled green apples.

But there is one thing that, without failing, crashes everybody's control. Sex. And do not think you are an exception, because you are not.

Now, if you, for example, start glowing during the… intercourse, it is, depending on your partner, either embarrassing or can really spice things up. In the end there is really no physical harm. If you, however, have superstrenght… Well, thaumic resonance is the answer.

Basically, the thing called thaumic resonance ensures that partners – lovers, that is – do not harm each other with their powers. Thaumic resonance creates a… for the lack of better words to describe it… thaumic resonance creates a bond, a connection that triggers the activation of a certain kind of hormone – superhormone, some name it – similar to the ones that are responsible for the activation of the supergenes that give superbeings their powers. In short – thaumic resonance activates the hormone that creates immunity to your partner's powers. Or, as some scientists theorize, imprints the "being" of your partner into your powers, so the powers, one may say, ignore your partner, create an exception for her – or him. Your partner ceases to exist for your powers. That is – some scientists say that. Other ones have other theories. And some say nothing at all. Nobody knows for sure.

Well, all this is, in truth, not especially important. Important is that the thaumic resonance exists. And is the reason why, for example, Commander does not crush Jetstream, and our young Will sits today here among us.

Anyway, please remember two things:

One – thaumic resonance is triggered by sexual act. So is the loss of control over your powers. To answer you immediate question, simple making out should be more or less safe. But be careful.

As much as is known, to activate thaumic resonance, penetration and exchange of bodily fluids is needed.

For your first time with somebody using power neutralizing units – more known as binding-bracelets – is recommended. The bracelets work on the same principle as our detention room here in Sky High. If you need the bracelets, ask Nurse Spex. Do not feel embarrassed. You can harm your partner very seriously otherwise.

Luckily, in time thaumic resonance gives you back control over your powers even while having sex with your partner. But only with your steady partner. That is one of the reasons why the relationships among superbeings are usually long-term.

Two – for the thaumic resonance to be triggered there must be some positive feeling towards your partner. That means you must care for them. She – or he – doesn't have to be the love of your life – but you must really and honestly like them.

So… I guess that's it. Any questions?"

Part One: No Way Out

"You must do it," Will said. His face was pale but voice shook only a little. All in all, Warren considered Will was doing a good job in looking much surer of himself that he probably was. The only thing betraying him were his hands – palms pressed flat to the floor, fingertips white as if trying to dig through the concrete. Only as if, because there was a gray ring of the power-binding bracelet on his left wrist and Warren had never hated a piece of equipment as much as he did this one.

Warren crossed his arms over his chest, gripping his shoulders and leaned on the wall.

"Suicidal much?"

Warren thought he had probably overdone it with sarcasm dripping from his tone, but it was either that or cry and Warren Peace was not going to cry. At least not yet.

"No," Will breathed audibly in and continued stubbornly.

"But you know that if you don't then all you'll achieve is that first she'll kill you – and then she'll kill me. And then we'll both be dead!" By the end of his words Will was almost shouting.

Warren had to agree Will's words were unquestionably the truth, but…

"We're dead anyway," he finally said. "You can't honestly think she'll let us go now – no matter what your parents or anybody else offers her for you…"

"For us," Will interrupted him.

Warren looked at him skeptically, but Will matched his gaze. He'd learnt that well in recent months. Finally Warren relented.

"For us. But it doesn't matter. Whatever deals are offered to her, it will not work out. She had no intention of letting us go in the first place. All this talk of ransom, of demands, of, of, whatever… All this is just a smokescreen. What she really wants is revenge. On your father, and mine. You know," Warren sat down next to Will. "I've always known my father's past comes back to mess up my life time and again, but I never imagined it might be something from his heroing days."

Warren stared at his hands, at the bracelet binding his powers.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

Will was fingering the bracelet on his arm.

"I guess." He took a deep breath and let it slowly out.

"Wren?"

Warren tensed and shook his head.

"Don't say it!"

"No, Wren, listen," Warren was still shaking his head and Will reached to take Warren's hand between his.

"Listen, when she tells you to … do it. To burn me to death. Do it."

Warren was trying to pull away, but Will held on and interlaced his fingers with Warren's.

"Don't go," – like there was anywhere far to go in this cell, but Will seemed to be really disturbed by the idea of having a space between them, even if it was only a couple of meters. Noticing this, Warren ceased his attempts, although he could have freed himself from Will's grip easily. Without Will's superstrenght Warren was bigger and stronger than Will.

"Listen to me, Wren. You have to – if she kills you, I don't know how she'll kill me, she said… and I don't want to be here alone, without you…"

"And I should?" Warren was almost screaming. "And I should? Do you understand what you're asking from me? Do you have any idea… You'll be comfortably dead, but I'll have to go on, no matter how long or short, with the knowledge that I killed you? That I burned you to death?!"

He pulled free from Will's grip and escaped to the far wall. He stood there, pressing his forehead and fists to the cool wall. Warren knew that if not the binding-bracelet, he would have been flaming all over, heat scorching the wall against him. No way out – was this how it felt to be cornered? Was this how his father had felt when the Commander came after him? Was this…

"Wren?" Will was standing behind him, one palm coming to rest lightly on Warren's shoulder. Warren forced himself to relax a bit. Nothing of this was Will's fault. Not the revengeful fanatics who had drugged and kidnapped them, not the mad supervillainess who thought it funny to have Warren burn Will under the threat of killing Will right away if Warren refused, herself and her minions safely protected behind power reflecting shields for all the time Warren's bracelet was temporarily disabled. Not in her finally getting bored with her game and telling them that tomorrow she'll have Warren kill Will with his power or else she will first kill Warren and then torture Will to death with methods that will make being burned to death seem like mercy. And Warren believed her. After all, her methods were why, once long ago, Baron Battle and the Commander had fought her and locked her up. Once long ago, before…. And Will certainly wasn't responsible for Warren's father's actions – or Will's own father's for that matter.

"I'm sorry," Will said, more sure now. "I'm sorry for being a coward, for asking… We'll find some other way; we'll think of something else, we'll…"

Will was pressed against Warren's back now, his breath ghosting over Warren's neck, arms encircled around Warren's waist. Warren had a sudden irrational thought that if somebody were to enter their cell right now – luckily they were left alone for the nights – but if somebody were to enter, they would get an entirely wrong impression of what was going on. Totally wrong…

Will was embracing him like a … like a lover, Warren's brain offered. Warren's breath caught and he felt like the world had stilled around him. Will's body was warm behind him, Will's arms around him strong and sure and alive… Like a lover…

Warren turned around causing Will to release him and step away. He wanted to pull Will back against him, but suddenly he didn't feel comfortable doing that. Suddenly a lot of things about Will that he had never before really thought about or even noticed – like how Will was still shorter than him, and had broad shoulders and lean body and trusting eyes looking up at Warren, like that Will was very much a boy – all those things suddenly seemed to jump at Warren and catch his eye and make him notice. And right now he felt very uncomfortable noticing all this about Will so he studied the floor instead and still noticed the way Will's shadow was touching his in the dim light of a small electric bulb.

And everything that was this – their situation and Will's words and Warren's sudden noticing, everything came together in a thought – a thought that was unbelievable and idiotic and impossible… and their only chance.

Warren wanted to live. What more, he wanted Will to live. So despite everything that could go wrong he opened his mouth and said it:

"Thaumic resonance."