Creation
Once, they fought a war.
It was a war of epic proportions, at least for fifteen year olds.
But they weren’t at war anymore. They were at... something else.
Something more tenuous.
It wasn’t peace, because to be at peace would imply that the parties involved were tranquil, and didn’t fight. And that just wasn’t true. Will and Warren still fought all the time, yelling at each other over stupid things, getting into super-powered showdowns over the smallest problems. They were never at peace, not even when they weren’t fighting, they were always bickering, and teasing, and generally being teenaged best friends.
It was something else. Something infinitely more interesting, with infinitely more possibilities. Possibilities that manifested themselves in odd ways.
Will actually hugging Warren on a dare. Though he’d come away singed, he’d been laughing, and it was the start of something bigger.
Warren kissing Will at a party, when they were both just a little more than tipsy.
Will kissing Warren again when they were slightly more sober, at Magenta’s birthday party.
Warren kissing Will when utterly sober, at the school fair, when the Stronghold boy had been roped into running the stupid kissing booth for charity.
Will telling Layla that they were just too different, and her laughing and saying it was because she had all the wrong parts.
Will flushing, then admitting that she was right.
Will swooping down to kiss Warren in the cafeteria at lunch.
Warren not frying his best friend alive.
Warren actually letting Will hold his hand as they headed to class.
Will slipping his arm around Warren’s shoulder at the theatre with the tacky ‘fake yawn and stretch’ routine.
Warren letting him keep his arm there.
Sharing a bucket of popcorn.
Will waiting around for Warren to finish his shift at the Paper Lantern, then walking him home.
Dancing at Homecoming.
Competing every time as Heroes together in Save the Citizen.
Winning almost every time.
Winning awards for ‘best team’ and ‘most unexpected couple’ at graduation.
Warren being Valedictorian, and Will cheering and whistling for his speech.
Throwing their hats in the air, and Will grabbing Warren and spinning him around, kissing him in front of the school and everyone’s parents.
Getting an apartment together, and wrestling their tacky second hand orange plaid couch up the stairs into it before realizing that super-strong Will could have flown it in the window.
Fighting Necromancer together, as Hothead and General.
Beating Necromancer.
Celebrating with beers at the bar.
Waking up in the same bed, suspiciously devoid of clothing.
Will gathering up his things, and moving into Warren’s room.
Winning Hero of the Year, with both their names engraved on the plaque.
Winning it again.
And again.
Will crouching on the kitchen floor that hadn’t been swept in a good week, cheeks red as he held out a simple gold band, and asking “Will you at least think about it?”
Warren laughing, and putting the ring on.
Will leaping up to kiss Warren silly.
Tuxedos and red dresses for the bridesmaids, crying parents and a father out of jail.
I dos.
Cutting of the cake, and Warren smushing a handful of it all over Will’s face.
Will laughing.
Will flying them off into the sunset.
Coming back a week later, tanned, and happy.
Fighting together.
Battling the newly returned Necromancer.
Warren falling to the ground during battle, clutching at his stomach, gagging up blood.
Will destroying the villain for the last time.
Will desperately flying Warren to a hospital, the best one he could.
Will sitting at a comatose Warren’s bedside for days, refusing to eat, sleep, or even move.
Warren squeezing Will’s hand gently.
Will nearly making the entire hospital scare themselves to death with a triumphant war whoop.
Serious discussions with Professor Medulla, then cloning labs and DNA samples.
A screaming baby from a surrogate mother, and two very, very proud parents smiling down at a black haired, blue eyed baby.
Bottles, teddy bears, and late nights.
Blocks, high chairs, and baby food in hair.
A bigger house, a back yard, a swing set.
A two wheeler, skinned knees, earthworms.
Girls and cooties, super strength and flight, lighting fire to houseplants.
Warren and Will, arms around each other’s waists, watching wistfully as a strong young man of fourteen waved, climbing onto a bright yellow school bus, for a first day of Sky High.
A young teenaged boy glaring down a Supervillain’s daughter, refusing to back down for hell or high water.
A perfect circle.
It wasn’t war.
It wasn’t peace.
It was something else entirely.
Something of their own creation.
Return to Sky High.