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The kids at school were back to normal. All the classes went back to normal too. I took my usual seat in Mr. Boys Hero Support class feeling a little out of place. For the past few weeks I was always in a Hero class room training for Homecoming. A few of the other kids were thrown off as well doing a few double takes as I sat patiently.

The class started as Mr. Boy entered the room.

"Due to recent events with the whole school take over," he started fumbling over his words. "The entire school will take this mandatory pop quiz today."

The room groaned with disapproval.

"This will just help you stay on your toes for next time," he finished passing out a four page small font quiz.

"Can we have partners?" someone asked.

I glanced up as the entire room turned to me.

"No," Mr. Boy answered smiling.

"Are the heroes taking this too?" another student asked.

"Yes," answered our teacher.

I glanced down at my test seeing multiple choice, short answer, and a few essay questions. I rolled my eyes playfully.

I guess if I'm going to be a super side kick I may as well learn a few more things before I head out to the battle field, I thought reading the first question.

When engaged in battle what is the first thing you must do?

a) make sure your partner is there

b) decide what weapon to use

c) examine enemy for weaknesses

d) address the civilians

My mind was blank. The very first question of a grade altering test and I had no idea what the possible answer could be. Who the heck thinks of this anyways?

I scanned through the test answering the easy ones first. Our of the one hundred questions I might have had seven answered by the end of it.

Are you sure this isn't the test they give you to graduate?

Someone knocked on the door. I kept my eyes glued to my test ignoring how loud Mr. Boy was when he got up to open it.

"Ms. Nickelson," Mr. Boy called my name.

I glanced up from my test seeing Warren Peace standing at the door. The entire room now looked from Warren back to me on confusion.

"Yes?" I answered.

"We uh," Warren stammered feeling uncomfortable with so much attention. "We got a call."

"Now?" I asked stunned.

Warren nodded.

"I'm kinda in the middle of a test right now," I said shifting in my seat.

"Yeah, Principle Powers pulled me so I could get you," Warren explained shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I could fail out of Sky High if I bomb this test," I said getting irritated.

"Did I forget to mention we are supposed to be in a hurry?" Warren asked.

I paused for a moment. I glanced around me as all the students slowly began to turn their heads to look at me.

"Oh fine!" I shouted getting up from my seat.

"Go get 'em!" Mr. Boy praised as I walked out of the room.

"What are we dealing with?" I asked as Warren and I briskly walked through the hallways to the exit.

"The mayor says there is a bank robbery in the heart of Maxville," Warren explained.

"I'm failing out of high school for a bank robbery?" I asked.

"Well, Commander and Jetstream are fighting a giant robotic mouse that spits out hand grenades," Warren replied.

"Yeah, I'll take the bank robbery," I said as Warren and I exited the school.

"Wait," I said stopping at the end of the stairs. "We don't have costumes."

"It's a bank robbery," Warren repeated. "No one's gunna see us on the news when Commander and Jetstream are fighting."

"Well, what about our super hero names?" I asked. "I can't exactly call 'Warren' when I need you."

"Pyro and Bubble," Warren answered quickly. "Done."

"Can you please take this a little more seriously?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Isabel," Warren said sternly using my long name. "It's a bank robbery. At this rate, they probably have the entire vault of money in their hands!"

I groaned as I started running for the edge of Sky High. Warren shook his head as he jogged to catch up with me. He took my hand in his roughly intertwining our fingers. We dived off Sky High together with our arms spread wide like we were flying.

"This will be easy," Warren said.

"I just hope our bare faces don't end up on the news," I replied. "Our 'secret' identities will be leaked to the public before we even have costumes!"

"We still have a few years to worry about that," Warren said shouting over the wind.

"Not when we are pulled from tests for minor theft," I shot back as we exited from the clouds.

We landed in the heart of the city seeing Commander and Jetstream busy with the giant robotic mouse.

"This way," Warren said as he started to run off in a random direction.

I followed him hearing the light hum of the bank alarm.

We rounded a corner seeing the bank with it's doors busted wide open. The get away car was off but still waiting at the doors. Warren ran up to the door and peered in seeing anew men scrambling all over the building.

"Flush 'em out," Warren said letting me go first.

"As my hero commands," I said walking into the building and creating an entire sea of bubbles. "Light 'em up."

Warren then bolted through the door to the nearest group of bubbles exploding them on contact. I knelt to the ground as Warren ignited throwing flames across the room at the awaiting bubbles.

"Hey, girl!" a man shouted at me.

I was grabbed from behind as one arm wrapped around my neck and the other around my torso. I struggled against him kicking out. He pulled at my hair trying to get a better view of my face.

"You're just a kid!" he said throwing me to the ground. "We're being ambushed by children!"

I rolled over and forced a huge rush of bubbles up at his body. Warren then ran over and ignited the group sending the man back against the wall with minor burn marks.

"You doing okay?" Warren asked kneeling beside me.

"I'm fine," I said. "Just shaken up."

"Come on then," Warren said dragging me to my feet. "A few of them escaped through the back."

I ran with him then hurtling over unconscious bodies and bags of money. Warren kicked open the back door scaring a few of the burgers that were in the back alley.

Warren threw a few fire balls at their feet causing most of them to drop the money bags. Warren then approached them in hand to hand combat as I flooded the area with bubbles.

The bubbles made it difficult to see our faces as well as dull the accuracy for the ones with guns.

I stood there and watched as most of my bubbles lingered waiting to be used. Warren seemed to be letting some steam off beating the men to a pulp.

"Good night, girly," someone spoke from behind me.

I gasped as I ducked dodging the potential blow to the head. Warren spun around shooting out multiple flames. The man doubled back frightened from the fire.

"Come on," Warren said grabbing my hand. "The cops are coming, we're done here."

I quickly rose to my feet and ran with him down the alleyway. We crossed over a street and turned back into a different alleyway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The Paper Lantern," Warren answered.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's where I work, I have friends that will hide us for a while," Warren answered.

"I didn't know that," I said puzzled.

Warren quickly opened the back door to the Asian restaurant and roughly pulled me inside. The place was obviously closed as all the lights were turned off.

"How is the back door open when they're closed?" I asked as Warren lead me deeper into the dark building.

"The owner never locks it," Warren answered. "She has this inability to distrust people."

"Warren we should head back to school," I said as Warren turned a few lights on.

"Worried about that test?" Warren asked smiling.

I sighed. Warren and I were close enough now to know exactly was the other was thinking it seemed. At least, Warren knew me all too well.

Warren walked back over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He gently pushed me back against the wall staring deep into my eyes. His elbows bent as he slowly inched

towards me.

"Warren?" I asked. "What are you-"

"I care for you, Isabel," Warren interrupted me. "More than you will ever know. I just want you, and your father to hear it."

He finished closing the gap placing a hesitant kiss on my lips.

I closed my eyes as his warmth surged through my body. I leaned forward wanting more as I became addicted to Warren's mouth. His movements were fluid as he eased himself past my lips.

His body heat seemed to transfer from him to me once our kiss deepened. I found myself feeling overheated with a slight urge to remove my light sweater.

My breathing became short and heavy as I gasped for air in-between kisses. My hands slowly worked themselves up Warren's body becoming lost in his head of hair.

My eyes fluttered as I became intoxicated with Warren ad a whole. Everything about him enticed me from his signature leather jacket to the knee buckling smile of his; I wanted it all.

As my eyes rolled back I caught the sight of his flames.

I gasped pushing him off with all my force.

I held up a hand when Warren looked back at me with confusion. I took a moment to catch my breath before I spoke.

"I will not be engulfed in your flame this time," I said trying to be serious but cracked a smile. "And you pick the weirdest places and oddest moments to show your feelings."

"I thought this would be better than the janitor's closet," Warren replied smiling.

My face blushed a deep red.

My father is going to hear everything that I do with this boy, I thought. But I'm sure he's okay with it.

THE END

A/N: Yes, it's the end! I do have an idea lodged at the back of my head though. It involves these two love birds in a rated M one-shot. I might make it, I might not; it depends on what my beautiful supportive audience thinks!

I love you all! Thank you for being patient and supportive!