For you, Miser. =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.

Over three hours later, everyone dripping sweat and tending bruises and or cuts, most shirtless, all exhausted, they were finished. No one moved to change, they all sat in a circle on the floor mats silently with their ice packs.

Ivy stood by the window Layla's vine had crept through just hours before. Boomer joined her after a few minutes of solitude.

"We're all here for you, Discord. Every one of us." He put his hand on her shoulder, as if all was forgotten and she looked at him the way she used to when she was little; like he was a father. She smiled sadly, the smallest tear welling in her left eye, and she moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "Your mother would be so proud of you." His hand moved up from her shoulder to wipe the sweat and hair off her forehead.

"Thanks, Tommy." She wiped her tiny tear from her cheek hastily.

Jamie and the rest looked over to Boomer's unlikely display of paternal affection, and Jamie smiled while the rest were confused with such a lack of energy that not even Zach could inquire as to the odd scene before them.

After another moment of quiet, Boomer pat Ivy on the back gently and nodded his head in the direction of the others. She sighed slightly and followed him to their circle.

After they sat, Trent was the first to change the topic from silence. "Anyone want to catch a movie?" Dara chuckled slightly and grabbed an ace bandage from the center of the circle. "What? I'm so serious, guys."

"I could go for some light entertainment. Something funny maybe?" Taylor shrugged before letting out a loud groan in pain. Speed was at her back, giving her a gentle massage within seconds of her expression.

Lash shook his head. "Nah, I got a huge paper I gotta write. I forgot all about it until this morning." Magenta and Will nodded in agreement.

"Warren?" Trent looked at the lazy pyro.

Warren looked at Ivy who was watching Will watch Layla take care of a gash on Gambit's forehead.

"Warren?" Trent asked again, waving his hand in the boy's face.

"No. Thanks." He never took his attention from Ivy.

"Hey, Will, can I have that extra ice pack that's next to you?" Layla pointed at the blue plastic that was melting all over the mat.

"Yeah. Sure." Will threw it as hard as he could at Gambit, who in turn, went flying backward at the force of the throw. Will stood and left for the locker room without a word. Ivy bounced up in a second and ran after him, Warren watching everything without uttering a word.

"Will?" Ivy slowly walked into the locker room, hoping nothing went flying at her head. "Will, are you here?" She found him sitting in a back corner of the room, ringing his shirt, twisting it back and forth obviously imagining it as Gambit's neck.

She sat down next to him. "Warren said he thought he saw something there. I didn't believe him. I guess he was right." Will threw his shirt down onto the ground. "Fucking Cajun." He muttered his curse under his breath, and Ivy tried hard not to smile at his foul language.

"I don't think it's that bad. They're friends, she was helping him out a little." Ivy tried to help, but Will just shook his head.

"No, that was not a friend-help. That was the way she used to help me." His sigh sounded so defeated, and Ivy couldn't help but take his hand in hers and squeeze it gently, instantly remembering her dinner with Gambit and his reassuring squeeze after they left Dylan's recruit. "What do I do?" Will never looked at her, but the sound of his voice pulled her from her memories.

"I can't tell you what to do, Will. I wish I could offer some advice or something wise and witty, but all I can tell is that you need to do what you think is right. You can talk to her about it or not, that's up to you."

"Should I break up with her?" He finally broke his staring contest with the floor and looked at Ivy with pleading eyes.

"I wouldn't look at the option until you talk to her and maybe let her explain. Hear her side of the story?" She shrugged a little.

"Hear how she feels about some smooth-talking imbecile? No, thanks." His eyes fell back to the floor.

"Well, that's up to you. I can't help any more without being bias one way or the other." She squeezed his hand one more time before getting up.

"I'm sorry for you, too." Will looked at her, with a glint in his eye.

Ivy turned and stared at Will in shock. "Excuse me?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"Well, you know, it's Gambit. I know you guys were kinda close at one point." He shrugged this time, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about it.

"A very long time ago. It's not the way you think now." She said, taken aback by his bluntness.

"You mean not the way I saw." He stood now, leveling out with her. "You forget what I saw in Naples."

Ivy took a step forward threateningly. "What's your point? I've done nothing to you, William. You have no right to involve me in your misery. Me or Warren for that matter."

He backed down after a moment, shaking his head in apology. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just- I don't know what came over me. You and Warren aren't part of this. It wouldn't matter anyway."

"What wouldn't matter?" Warren came in silently.

"Nothing." Will shook his head and picked up wrinkled shirt off the floor. "I'll see you around." He stalked out of the locker room, bag slung over his shoulder, looking more miserable than they had ever seen him.

"He OK?" Warren went to Ivy putting a hand on her elbow gently.

"No, he's really not. Poor guy." It was her turn to look at the floor.

"He's a lot tougher than people think. They think he's just some wimp with a hell of a lot of power. But Stronghold could take anything on." Warren smiled, proud of his best friend in a way Ivy had never seen.

"I'll bet." She smiled at Warren, sweetly putting her hand on his cheek. His face melted into the palm of her cool, white skin, and he let out a soft grunt. "Let's head home. Maybe get some dinner?" Warren nodded and he wrapped his strong arm around her waist before they walked out of the chilly locker room.

Ahhhh! 11 left! I'm starting to feel sad at the idea of ending it... =(

And I'm not sure if it's the website or my computer that isn't allowing me to separate my comments from the writing, so sorry if there's confusion!