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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!

PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME

Anon is on like always!

ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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Fandom(s): Sky High
Character(s): Warren Peace
Pairing(s, if any): None, if possible.
Summary: Daily life, musings, or whatever the writer wishes!
Preferred Rating: Any
Preferred Medium: Fic ♥

Edited 2008-08-20 21:50 (UTC)

OOHMYGOODNESS SKY HIGH. I LOVE ME MY DORKY SUPERHERO MOVIE. ♥ Sorry if it's made of suck, I don't own the movie and haven't seen it in forever. :(

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"Hey, Popsicle."

The boy in orange flinched, keeling over on top of his textbook as though punched. Warren patted the kid on the back once before sitting next to him on the steps. "Relax Ethan, it's me."

He straightened slightly, adjusting his glasses. "H-hey, Warren."

The older super raised dark eyebrows at him. "Any reason why you're so jumpy today? Or was it just the nickname?"

"Uh... nickname, I guess?" Ethan's voice squeaked at the end of his sentence, immediately arousing Warren's suspicions further. Ethan had been the first of Will's sidekick buddies to welcome him whole-heartedly into the group. He had stopped squeaking after the first week Warren had become number six.

Warren thought this all out in silence, tilting his head to get a better look at the textbook in Ethan's lap. Unit test on Mad Science, maybe?

He reached out and slipped the book through Ethan's arms. As soon as his hand touched not glossy textbook paper, but rougher material he knew what he was holding.

A sketchbook. And in it were the most amazing designs of superhero uniforms he had ever laid eyes on.

He was vaguely aware of Ethan watching him nervously, as though he were one of Mr. Medulla's fragile heat rays. But he couldn't stop drinking up these pencil sketches. He turned a page (gently, this obviously meant a lot to Ethan), and inhaled quickly.

He was looking at a sketch of Layla. An older Layla. Sketched in green and red pencil and a superhero. Beside it was a note: "Mother Nature?"

And there was Will: red, blue, white. No possible super name for him. The double page spread was full of other sketches of the two of them. Sometimes younger (there was Layla in that skirt she wore yesterday), sometimes older. Sometimes together.

Warren turned the page, and his heart nearly stopped.

He was there. And he was older, just like Layla and Will. He was wearing a long black trench coat. The sketches were all in dark charcoal shades, with red speckled throughout.

"You're sorta... an inspiration," Ethan mumbled.

He had to be careful not to set the book on fire in the emotion that swept over him.

He was really friends with these people. They really saw him as part of their group. They weren't just keeping him around as a bodyguard.

He gave it back to the artist beside him. "You should show these to the rest of the guys."

Ethan looked at him incredulously. "Really? You think they'd-"

"They'd love them. I know I do."

Ethan smiled. "Thanks Warren."

A smile fought its way onto his face. "Thank you."

AWWW! THAT WAS SO CUTE. ;_; I was actually starting to feel pretty crappy and now all my emotions are coming out because of this oneshot. Thank you so much. T_____T

Awww, your welcome! :D

Love it. LOVE IT.

We need some Warren/Layla, now!

WARREN/LAYLA = MY OTP. But where would I post it so you can find it?

OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE.

Post it here!!

OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE. ~~CHEESECUBE OF LOVEEEE~~

Also, I am not an aloe vera-ologist.

~~~

"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, Warren. Don't piss off Heather."

"You mean Ice Queen."

"Heather," she corrected gently, tugging off his heavy black gloves and snapping open the first aid kit. He saw that it was full of green containers and brown bandages, not the usual sterilized white. "Why didn't you just walk home and tell your mom what happened?"

"Tell her that I burnt my own hands? I haven't done it since I was five, Layla. She'd fuss over me so much she'd probably keep me out of school for a week."

"Well, you didn't exactly burn your hands. You were just melting them out of the ice."

Warren grunted in reply, and was suddenly uncomfortably aware that he was in her bedroom. Sitting on the end of her bed. Alone with her. And she just had to be the type of girl who went to sleep early even though it was summer, so of course she was in her pajamas when he had rung the doorbell (with his shoulder). "Uh... where are your parents?"

Layla was reading the instructions on one of the green bottles, fringes of red coming into her eyes. (Why in the world did he have to notice that now?) "Business trip," she replied. "Reports that my mom's old nemesis appeared down in Cali."

He opened his mouth to reply but instead clamped it shut and growled as she suddenly slathered on some sort of stinging lotion. "So I guess you and Heather-"

He flung his hands out of her grip and glared. "What in the world did you just put on my hands?"

She sighed. "Aloe vera. It works every time."

"It obviously doesn't, because that just hurt like hell."

"Don't be a baby!" she retorted, pulling his tattooed wrists down and squeezing the lotion bottle.

She put more on his hands and started rubbing the lotion in. He flinched when she started massaging the back of his hands, the skin red and still giving off heat. She was careful to avoid the blisters, knew she wasn't supposed to break them.

"Have you done this before?" he whispered, fascinated.

She smiled grimly. "Nope, just know what my mom's told me. So, you and Heather..."

He growled and she laughed. He should've known she'd go back to it. "Guess I got caught up that night. Homecoming."

She laughed again. "In the... romance of it all?" she said in a dramatic voice, fluttering her eyelashes mockingly. (He wished she wasn't so good at that eyelash thing.)

"You and Stronghold got together that night, didn't you?" The 'didn't you' was unnecessary, of course he knew.

She smiled, blushing. "Well... yeah. But that's... different."

"How?" he asked, and he slipped up and let it come out of his mouth in this weired sort of pleading tone.

She stared up into his eyes then, obviously reacted to his slip-up.

Warren's head started moving very quickly, suddenly hyper-aware of her cool hand still on his, on the very dark green her eyes were, and was she leaning forward?

"Layla..."

"Yeah?"

He opens his mouth and of all the stupid things that has to come out of it he says, "You're right, aloe vera does work every time."

She leans back and takes her hand off of his (No, damn it damn it damn it) to see that his powers had started to kick in already and heal the damaged skin.

She smiles (nervously?) and fumbles with the draw string on her pants. "Uh... Looks like you'll be fine."

"Yeah," he manages to pull off a grin. "You're a success."

She gives a shy shrug of her shoulders. "Yay!"

They look at each other and the crickets that chirp through the window are the perfect sound to awkwardness complete.

"You know..." he begins.

"Yeah?"

"I could... still go for some bandages though."

She blinks at him. "Just in case."

He shrugs. "Why not? Your hippie cures apparently work."

She shoves him in the shoulder.

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