This is my first Static Shock story. Warnings are Yaoi, possible Yuri, slight or a lot of AU, OCs, OOC (possibly major for Richie); more warnings might come.

Summary: One night, while Richie is walking home; a gang jumps him and he's beaten and raped. Hotstreak finds him and brings him to the hospital. When Richie wakes up, he finds himself drawn to Hotstreak. Hotstreak becomes protective of Richie and is willing to risk his life for him. But, what happens when the gang that hurt Richie is after him again. What can Hotstreak do to protect Richie?

Pairings: Eventual Hotstreak/Richie; OC/Virgil; more pairings might come.

A/N: Can someone tell me Hotstreak's true name? For now he'll be Jordan; but it might be changed once I find out his true name. Also, the name of Virgil's sister; her name is Shannon, right?

Chapter 1

Richie's POV

I'm so tired; all I want to do is go home. I'm walking home and it's like nearly nine p.m. right now; I was at the library doing homework; lately, I found it uncomfortable to do homework at home, so I went to the library.

As I walk, I can swear I hear footsteps walking not too far behind me; so I walk fast; I hear the footsteps walk faster too. I whirl around and I see… nothing.

'I'm getting paranoid…' I think. 'When I get home, I need to make sure I sleep for a long time; too much studying.'

I turn around and start walking again, after a few minutes; I finally get comfortable because I don't hear the footsteps anymore. I walk at my normal pace when I realize that I'm only about a block from home. All of a sudden, I hear running; before I even have a chance to react; a hand is over my mouth with a napkin. I try screaming, but a suddenly very heavy wave of sleepiness sweeps over me; before I know it, my world turns black.

The next morning

Hotstreak's POV

It's Saturday morning; time for some fun!!! I'm already throwing fireballs; I really need to do something, I'm so bored. As I walk, I sense something; I can't explain it, but I can tell it's not good. At first, I think it's nothing big; then the sense feels like its pained and I can't help but think I have to find out what ever the sense is.

I walk down the sidewalk and walk all the way to the deserted part of town; no one but a few homeless people. I continue walking until I come to a decaying warehouse; I walk right through the front door.

When I get in, I don't see much, just very old rusted crates. There's a dim light; I can't see very well in here; so I use a fireball for light, holding it in my hand out in front of me. I walk some more, until I come to an opening; the opening is of very old dusty floor; in the middle of the opening, is a body.

I can't tell if the body is of a boy or a girl, or if the person is even alive for that matter. I slowly walk over to that person, my eyes focus on that person until I hear something crunch at my foot. I move my foot and look down, I see a crushed pair of glasses; I look at the body again with widened eyes.

'No, it can't be.' I think.

I continue walking over to the body, when I'm close enough; I see the face; it's Richie, that geek, Virgil's friend! I quickly drop to my knees beside the body, I set my fire ball onto the floor; its just floating there, not touching the floor, providing all the light I need.

I look over his body; I check for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when I find one. I see that his body is covered in bruises and cuts, some of them bleeding, some of them caked in blood. His thighs are caked in blood, indicating possible rape. I know all of this because of my aunt, she was a doctor, and before she died, she taught me a few things.

The only thing Richie has on his body is a pair of shredded boxers; he's starting to shiver. I gently settle his body to the ground and stand up. I'm wearing a trench coat and I don't need it; I take it off and tend back to Richie. Gently I lift his body off the ground and wrap my coat around his body. I stand up with him still in my arms; I need to get him to a hospital, now!

I rush out of the warehouse and into town. People look on at me as I rush by, I can care less; I need to get Richie help now!!! I don't know why I'm caring for Richie all of a sudden; but I do and I want to help him. I use my powers to heat up my body to give him some warmth when I feel him shivering again. I look down at Richie's face to see if he's awake; for a moment, he remains asleep, but then, his eyes open.

"Hotstreak…" He whispers, then he closes his eyes again and goes back to sleep.

I look at where we are going; we're only about two blocks away from the hospital.

We're finally here!!! I rush up to the registration desk, before I can even say anything, the registration lady calls for a doctor. Before I know it, a bed is being wheeled out and I'm being ordered to put Richie on the bed; they don't have to tell me twice; I gently place Richie on the bed and it's wheeled off.

"Excuse me sir?" The lady at the registration desk says. "Are you a relative of his?"

"No, I'm not, I don't know any relatives of his, but I know someone who can contact them." I say. "Where's a phone?"

The lady takes the phone off the receiver on her desk.

"You can use this one." The lady says as she hands me over the phone.

I nod and try to remember Virgil's phone number. Before my aunt died, I and Virgil used to be friends when we were little; we used to be the best of friends, then after my aunt's death, which was like a year before Virgil's mother's death; we drifted apart. We became enemies and act like we were never friends to begin with.

I remember his number and dial it into the phone; there are three rings before someone picks up the phone.

"Hello?" A groggy voice asks.

I can tell that voice belongs to Mr. Hawkins; oh man, how am I going to get through this call without Mr. Hawkins accusing me of hurting Richie.

"Hello Mr. Hawkins." I say.

"Jordan, is that you?" Mr. Hawkins asks. "Why are you calling at…seven in the morning?"

"I called about Richie." I say.

There's a pause.

"What about Richie?" Mr. Hawkins asks.

"I found him in a warehouse; he was beaten up near death." I say. "Right now, he's at the hospital, so am I. The people here are asking for parent contact; I don't know Richie's parents, so that's why I'm calling you."

"I'm not calling his parents." Mr. Hawkins says. "I'll be right down; wait there, I need to speak to you."

"Alright." I say.

There's a click and the conversation is over.

I hand the phone back to the lady and think for a moment.

'Should I wait?' I think.

Just recently, I ditched my gang and went solo; but, lately, I've been thinking about turning a new leaf. But there's a problem; the other bang-babies, they'll think I'm weak. I walk over to a chair in the waiting room and decide to wait for Mr. Hawkins; it's time for me to change and Mr. Hawkins is one of the very people who can help me out.

Mr. Hawkins POV

I'm driving to the hospital to see Jordan and Richie. When Jordan called this morning, I have to admit, I was shocked; it's been so long since I've heard from that boy. I've heard of him, of the bad things he's done; I've heard he's a bang-baby now, which worries me; this makes me think back to the conversation we had about Richie, what if he didn't tell me the truth, what if he's the one that hurt Richie?

I drive into the parking lot and park my car; I rush to the entrance of the hospital and run to the registration table.

"Excuse me?" I ask the lady at the desk. "Can you tell me anything about Richie Granger?" (A/N: Can someone please tell me Richie's last name, I forgot that also; Granger will remain to be his last name till I find out about his true last name.)

The lady types at the keyboard and looks up at me.

"He's being taken care of by doctors as we speak, his condition is uncertain." The lady says. "But the young man who brought him in is in the waiting room."

I nod thanks and walk into the waiting room; when I arrive, I see Jordan. He's looking down at the floor; I can tell that he's deep in thought. I slowly walk over to him and sit down next to him; a moment later, he looks at me.

"Mr. Hawkins…" Jordan says.

"Jordan…" I say. "Care to explain?"

"I already told you, I found him in that warehouse." Jordan says.

"Where?" I ask.

"On the other side of town." Jordan says.

"Why were you there?" I ask.

"I don't know!" Jordan says. "I just had a feeling that I should go there and I went and I found Richie."

I sigh and look down at the floor; I can't help but think that he's telling the truth.

"Does Virgil know?" Jordan asks.

"No, he wasn't home when I went into his room." I say. "He must me at Darrel's house."

I can tell that Jordan is wondering who Darrel is, but I he doesn't ask; which I find to be good; I don't want to be the one to tell him that Darrel is Virgil's boyfriend.

We wait in silence for someone to come and tell us about Richie; but soon, Jordan breaks the silence.

"How come you didn't tell Richie's parents?" Jordan asks.

"It's not my place to tell." I say; this makes me wonder about Jordan's father, I heard his mother pasted away a couple of years ago. "What about your father?" I ask him.

This makes him squirm.

"He's the reason why I'm a delinquent." Jordan says. "Ever since mom's death, he's gone a little crazy."

I look at him and wonder how 'little' his father's craziness really is. I know little of his father; but I know a lot of his mother. Jordan's and Virgil's mothers are the reason that the two boys were best friends when they were little; their mothers were the best of friends when they were little and the power of that friendship was passed down to their sons; but over the years, that friendship was severed.

"Why did you help him?" I ask Jordan.

"Like I said, I had a feeling." Jordan says.

I sigh; this is all I'm going to get out of him about Richie.

"Excuse me; is anyone here for a Richie Granger?" A man calls out.

Both I and Jordan reach a hand up and say, "Here."

The doctor walks over to us and looks over us; first, he turns to Jordan.

"Are you his brother?" The doctor asks.

"I'm not related to him." Jordan says.

Then he turns to me.

"Are you his guardian?" The doctor asks.

"No, I'm not." I say. "Because of family problems; I'm here for Richie."

The doctor sighs and begins to tell us about Richie.

"It will be awhile before Richie is totally fine." The doctor says. "He won't be fine mentally and will probably have a few problems physically."

"Why won't he be fine mentally?" I ask.

"He was raped, wasn't he?" Jordan says.

"Yes, he's away now and keeps asking for someone called Hotstreak…" The doctor says.

"That's me." Jordan says.

"Then if you two will follow me." The doctor says.

Both I and Jordan stand and walk after the doctor to see Richie.

To be continued…

What's going to happen?

Will Richie be okay?

Will Hotstreak become good?

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