Author: NixKat PM
After being possessed by Brainiac the Dakota superhero Gear becomes connected to one of the primal forces of the cosmos. How will he deal with new his new abilities and the enemies seeking to use him to further their own goals? Rated T for language, violence, and implied sexual themes. Crossover with Teen Titans and Justice League/Unlimited. AU. Parings: HotGear.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Supernatural - Richie/Gear & Virgil/Static - Chapters: 7 - Words: 25,046 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 05-04-13 - Published: 05-06-12 - id: 8091817
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A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please give some constructive criticism. This will be a bit AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Static Shock, Justice League/ Unlimited, and Teen Titans. Meow, so no suing please.
If there was one thing Richie Foley knew, it was that walls fucking hurt. On the floor the blonde rubbed the shoulder that had been slammed into the wall. His dark blue eyes glared up at the one who had thrown him.
"What's the matter, Foley? Thought you were tryin' to learn how to fight?" the red-head asked, smirking as he offered his secret boyfriend a hand. The blonde glared a bit more at his former bully before taking the offered hand. The older boy helped the teen up.
"Well, Francis, I'm thankful for the sparring practice, but did you have to throw me into a wall?" The blond asked, stressing his secret lover's real name just to annoy him. The fiery metahuman shot back a glare of his own.
"Hey that's just how I fight. And 'sides not like anyone on the street would hold back if they jumped ya." Francis Stone countered, shrugging his broad shoulders. They had been sparing for almost half and hour on top of an hour long workout; the younger teen was slick with sweat and panting lightly. "Wanna hit the shower and go get some breakfast?"
At that comment the blond's stomach growled loudly.
"Sure." Richie replied heading to the gym's locker room. The teen undressed from his light blue tank top and dark blue sweatpants. He wrapped his sea green towel around his waist and headed to the showers, knowing that his lover won't be joining him till he got out. The pyro preferred to stay dry as much as possible.
As the steaming hot water cascaded over his tired muscles the teen genius let his mind wander (something that tended to happen more and more often recently). His thoughts turned toward his relationship with Francis. THE Francis Stone, who had been bulling him and his best friend, Virgil, since second grade. Richie frowned; logically their relationship was wrong on so many levels. Francis or rather F-Stop, as the older meta dubbed himself after joining a gang high school, was a temperamental, abrasive, violent, and amoral young man… but Frankie was also charming(in his own way), loyal, thoughtful and… a total sex-god in mortal flesh. The second half of Dakota's crime fighting duo blushed at that last bit.
The blonde turned off the water, warping the towel around his waist and putting his glasses back on he returned to the locker room to get dressed. He checked to clock on his way out of the door. Richie frowned, the clock read 7:15, he had spent more time in the shower than he had meant to. The young meta's frowned transformed into something of a pout when he noticed that his fiery lover was nowhere to be seen. Did he ditch me?
HONK HONK! Francis Stone aka Hotstreak smirked broadly as his secret lover jolted in surprised and whirred around to face the ruby red hot rod that had snuck up behind him. At the sight the glare the young genius sent him combined with the pout that returned to his pale face caused the superthug's smirk to change into a full blown grin.
"Well? You comin' or what Princess?" The pyro asked.
"'M not a princess." The geek grumbled, climbing into the passenger side of the vehicle that may or may not be stolen. He was starting to run late and he still hadn't had anything to eat yet. So he didn't really care enough to try and find out.
"Since you were takin' so long, I went ahead and picked up some grub." the redhead handed his blonde a bag from Burger Fool. The tech geek gave him a grateful look before tucking into the fast food breakfast, the food was gone by the time the car pulled away from the curb. Used to the blonde's voracious appetite by now the older metahuman only smirked before speeding away.
Virgil Hawkins was… suspicious.
Richie Foley had been his best friend since grade school; they always hung out together, kept each others secrets, and as of recently defended the streets of Dakota as the superhero duo of Static and Gear. But he had noticed some changes in his friend. It had probably started around the first time he went up against the wind manipulating bang baby, Slipstream. It had been more than half a year before Richie's powers had manifested and at the time the blonde had been micromanaging his superhero activities and generally getting on his nerves. They had had a big fight, both of them said some things that they would regret later, and Richie had stormed off, angry… but they had made up a few days later.
The dark skinned teen watched his xanthochroid companion out of the corner of his eye as Mr. McGill droned on about some theorem or another. The bespectacled teen was paying the teacher no mind, instead working on something in his "idea book" and muttering softly while lost in his thoughts.
At first he hadn't noticed anything different, it was probably because he had been so absorbed in his on-and-off relationship with Daisy. However it didn't take long for him to realize that Richie had started staying over at his place a little less( only coming over four or five times a week instead of the usual five or six), dipping off occasionally during lunch, and going… somewhere by himself after school and turning off his Shoc Vox as if he didn't want to be found. What had really started to alarm the African-American youth was that not long after his buddy joined his in spandex clad justice dispensing Richie had started going "missing" a few mornings a week too. The blond always got to school on time but tended to be sore and sport bruises during those days that Virgil would sometimes spot during gym or while they were on patrol. While his friend never exactly lied to him when he asked where he'd been or what had happened he could sense that the other teen wasn't telling him the whole truth.
I'll talk to him about it again during patrol, the electrically charged teen resolved.
Meanwhile… in one of Dakota's shadier neighborhoods Hotstreak parked his car (that he totally paid for…just don't ask where he got the money from…) in his garage/shed near his apartment. Since he had started going out with his goody two shoes of a boyfriend the pyro had started behaving more; while he wasn't exactly on the straight and narrow he had started actually going to his anger management classes and on the blond's suggestion had actually done his time in jail without escaping. After awhile he had been let out on parole. He didn't like being locked up or having people checking up on him like he was a little kid, but the redhead hated the guilt it caused his lover whenever he or Sparky caught him even more.
Francis knew that Richie was the green clad gadget using superhero Gear. He might be a big brawny (super)thug, but that didn't mean that he was stupid; you don't survive long on the streets if you were stupid. All he had to do was put two and two together: both Richie and Gear were blond, both were the same height, they had the same build (it was just a bit harder to imagine if you never saw the younger teen without those baggy clothes on), and they were both buddy buddy with Static (from what Ebon and his crew had seen). It didn't actually bother him as much as it would've someone else; the fact that he was dating someone who tended to participate in a few not-exactly-legal activities to supplement his income wasn't a problem for Richie either, so long as he doesn't get caught or hurt anyone.
'Sides datin' a super genius does have its perks. Hotstreak thought to himself as he started up the furnace in the far corner of the large shed. Since his parole officer told him that he needed a legit source of cash if he wanted to stay out of prison, Richie helped him out. See, Francis Stone is actually a good artist. Before he dropped out of Dakota Union High art and woodshop were among the few classes he attended and he did very well in them, too. Among other things the blond had helped him build a workshop in the back of the shed and start his own small business making and selling art work. The landlord was happy to let them do so since it meant that not only would his presence in the building greatly lessen the chance that someone would rob the place it also meant that since he was usually working on something there was less of a chance that he would bored and torch the place.
Currently he was working on a small dragon statue for this Chinese restaurant downtown. The dog-sized dragon's metal body was already finished; the fiery bang baby had painstakingly carved each scale onto the pieces after pulling them out of the furnace by hand, his powers protecting him from the hot metal. Once the detail was done he had waited till the pieces hardened some before spot welding them together. Francis loaded sand into the device; while he could melt the stuff on his own he didn't want to run the risk of messing up. He stopped and conjured up a fire ball in one of his hands. The pyro felt as if he were being watched.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A feminine voice asked. Hotstreak closed the furnace and turned around, with sandbag and fireball still in hand.
"S'up Puff," he greeted the dark-skinned female and put out his flame. He gave a curt to her large purple-skinned companion. "Onyx," he put down the sandbag and shot a warning to the armadillo like bang baby accompanying them. "Carmendillo, if you touch that I'll boil you alive like a lobster." Which caused the clawed hand that was about to touch the unfinished statue to jerk back as if he'd really been burned.
"Is this a social call or do you want somethin'?" Hotstreak asked the poufy pony tail wearing metahuman as she went over and sat on the hood of his hotrod.
"Why can't it be both?" She answered cryptically, which was starting to piss him off. Hotstreak mentally started counting, trying to keep his temper in check. Puff could get pretty mad too, and could start melting things if she did. "I'm startin' a new crew, the Meta-men, and I was planning to have you as a member." As she explained this, Onyx moved to her side and Carmendillo stood near the side door.
"That doesn't exactly sound like a request." Francis replied, mentally counting the odds of this ending peacefully if he refused.
A/N: So far so good. Remember that this story is AU so there will be a few differences from cannon but I'm not trying to stray too far.