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Ashes to Ashes	By : BurneHazard Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N: The lyrics here are from "Fields of Gold" by Sting. I certainly don't claim them, I'm just a great fan of the song itself. Plus, it seems a bit appropriate.

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"So...can you dance?"

Warren's only response was to smirk just as Crystal had once smirked when he asked her if she could fly. Turning, he took her hand. Her grin was enough to make his heart skip a beat as he led her out. The gown was the sort that would have been made solely for slow dances save that apparently Crystal was not hindered a bit by the heavy folds as she moved easily with him through the fast beat. How she could do it without looking clumsy or idiotic...he had no clue.

Time passed as one song led into another. Forgetting about the punch or snacks, he found himself enjoying the dances. Of course they could not do some of the things he would have liked to try. Maybe another time--and he would make sure there was another time--somehow. Her smile and the flush of the activity was all he noticed really. Every few dances he would actually glimpse one of the S.S.S. couples also dancing. Gavin caught his eye a couple times, with random girls.

"I think I need a drink."

Chuckling at the way Crystal fanned herself and swayed dramatically like any Hollywood Southern Belle, he took her hand and led her over to the snack bar and snagged two cups of punch. Warren did not miss the fact that she sniffed it just like he did before taking a sip. There was always the likelihood someone would spike the punch again...and drunk kids with super powers was not a good thing.

Finding a couple of chairs that were not occupied, they sat down with a small plate of snacks and relaxed to catch their breath. Warren had to admit that he really was enjoying himself. Granted, he had been occupied most of the night so no one could have annoyed him had they tried. In a moment, Magenta joined them with Zach trailing her. Stronghold and Layla were not far behind. Then there was Ethan with the girl that Crystal and Warren had helped free from Speed and Lash.

Fortunately, the S.S.S. was occupied in talking among themselves. Crystal seemed more interested in watching the dance than listening to them and after a moment of mild irritation, he followed her example. Not too long after, Principle Powers interrupted the dance. Everyone turned attention toward her. It was the usual thank-you speech to those who helped put the prom together. That was followed by a short but supposedly inspirational speech to the seniors.

"And now, if everyone could find a table to sit...we would like to have all the seniors on the floor for the Senior Dance. Remember, Seniors only for the next half hour."

Groans rose here and there but the floor cleared in a few minutes. It remained clear as seniors held back. Actually, it was almost tradition that during the half hour of the senior dance, all of the class would avoid the floor. Warren happened to notice an odd look entering Crystal's eyes as she listened to the music. He had to admit, the selection was rather good save a few songs by certain female singers or girl-groups.

He was beginning to wonder when she turned her head to look toward Gavin. Again he bore witness to the slow rise of one brow as a silent conversation was held. She tilted her head forward slightly then to the side. Quietly, he nodded then turned his head to look toward the DJ. There was something going on. The look Gavin had was one of focus. Deciding to glance at the DJ, Warren was surprised to see him appear to be listening to something.

Motion caught the corner of his eye just as the DJ began to turn to do something. Crystal stood almost slowly and ran one hand down her skirt before looking at him. Warren blinked as she slowly tilted her head to one side--toward the empty dance floor--and again raised that one brow in silent question. By then, the S.S.S. and a few others had noticed something was going on.

So what if it was breaking tradition? Warren just rolled his eyes and rose as well. His arm slid around her waist as she moved toward the floor. The song changed as they stepped into the cleared space. The urge to groan warred with the sudden overwhelming urge to stop and forget the whole thing. Crystal hesitated and looked at him. That was all he really needed as he turned to face her.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we walk in the fields of gold

Warren knew how to dance the way the rest did, but a song like this was not really for the slow dances where you just held onto the girl and swayed back and forth. Crystal apparently knew how to dance...and dance well. She moved and he found that he was more or less following her lead. It was not a waltz, too fast, but neither was it anything like the foxtrot. Her skirt rose upon the air with every motion. Even he felt powerful as they flowed around the floor.

So she took her love

For to gaze awhile

Upon the fields of barley

In his arms she fell as her hair came down

Among the fields of gold

It was fast, fluid and somehow perfect. The stares directed at them were so easily ignored completely as they moved. Crystal was looking into his eyes and he could so easily get lost in hers. It was an intense look, the feeling of constant motion and power, the way they moved together...completely addictive. Just them, the music and the motion as she spun and moved in his arms, never leaving for long and always connected by one hand.

Shortly, he even lost track of the music save that it was still guiding both their steps. Warren was becoming very aware of the warmth beneath his arm, the heat where their palms were together, even the warmth that rose from her body. It was familiar. Almost as if he were touching a flame itself, shielded by cool glass that could no longer conceal the heat raging inside.

He realized belatedly that they had come to a stop because the song had changed and other seniors had taken to the floor. Blinking, he looked around. It was almost like waking up from a dream. Crystal was very real in his arms however as the piano rose. This was all very real. Especially when her arms both slid around his waist and she stepped closer to press against him. Holding her close, he bowed his head slightly and smirked more to himself than anything.

Crystal shifted a little as they swayed in place. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he was a little surprised that she rested her head on his shoulder. That was new to him. Squeezing her a little tighter, he felt her fingers slide up his back to gently grip his jacket. Letting his eyes slide closed, he pressed his jaw against her head and relaxed. Her hair smelled of fresh air and...sun-baked crab apples. Maybe senior prom was not all that bad after all.
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