Alright first off I'd like to apologize. This is my first fic on this site, and I have to ruin this milestone occasion by making it an OC story. So I'm sorry world.

Secondly, let's meet the character shall we? Eleanor (Ellie) Covelli is 15-years-old and she used to live in Dakota when she was two because her parents were scientists. It just so happens there was an accident in the laboratory (I know, I'm sorry, the old comic book cliché, Dr. Manhattan, Spiderman… gah, I was uncreative, lets move on.) and Ellie can't remember what happened or who was responsible. But ever since then she's been able run at an incredible speed. Like, The Flash speed. And when they moved from Dakota to New York City, Ellie started her super hero career as "Velocity". So Ellie's been perfectly content with running around and fighting crime in a tight yellow costume with a black "V" across her chest. But now the research center in Dakota wants her father, Malcolm Covelli to come back to work for them. So now that they've returned to the city where her accident happened, Ellie's determined to find out who was responsible for it. But along the way she gets pretty competitive with Static and she just so happens to find a mutual attraction with Richie.

Thirdly, I've kinda been catching this show on DisneyDX, but other than a few episodes I've seen recently, I haven't seen this show in like 5 years. So please cut me a break if I'm a little out of character or I've messed up a detail. I'm trying to remember the best I can.

Fourthly, this is placed right BEFORE Richie becomes Gear. So this is placed in like the second season-ish. This also means that Ebon is still suspicious of Richie's connection to Static and such. Hint, hint at a possible future chapter there...

Fifthlyness, I have rated this teen just to be safe. There's not much swearing or violence or anything.

Sixth order of business: This happens to be my first story, so constructive criticism is welcome. But please, my little flamers, no one likes it when you try and act tough over the computer.

Lastly: I do not own Static Shock. I don't think I even own my life, my daddy claims it belongs to him and he's a pretty smart dude.

"This cars caving in, rains on in the city traffic puzzle. Shifting pieces just like my stomach, were both so upset. Love sick and sick of it, we're both on the same page."-City Traffic Puzzle, The Hush Sound.

"I hate traffic!" Ellie Covelli groaned miserably as she fidgeted in the backseat. She had taken off her seat belt so she could slide from the right seat to the center seat. To her annoyance four large boxes occupied the left seat limiting her amount of space. She craned her neck to try and see how far the traffic went. When she couldn't see past the blue Honda that was nine cars ahead of them, she stuck half her body out of the window to get a better look at the urban jungle. The cars were packed tightly together and it all just seemed to go on forever. She let out a frustrated yell and then let her body slump over the edge of the window. "MOVE!" she whined at the automobiles. Her father had just about enough of his daughter's fidgeting

"Eleanor, would you please relax and get your head back in the car?" Malcolm Covelli questioned. She reluctantly pulled herself back into the car and rolled her window up. Traffic was aggravating for the teen; it was painfully slow and agonizing. Ellie hated when things moved slowly, it was so opposite of her nature. Maybe music would calm her down. She leaned over, so she was in between her father in the driver's seat and her brother Pete who was in the passenger's seat. She fumbled around with the radio until she found a fast paced rock song and then she sat back and tapped her foot rapidly with the beat. Malcolm sighed and rubbed his temples; half wishing he had just let her hang out the window.

"This music is gonna give me an aneurysm." He stated.

"Well, you could buy me a new iPod, then I'd have headphones." she flashed a cheesy grin hoping he'd go along with it. She recalled the horrible day when her beloved iPod had slipped from her pocket during a run and shattered into a thousand pieces against the sidewalk. She had been pretty devastated but Malcolm stated he wasn't going to replace it just because she was careless.

"Yeah but then I'll have to listen to you sing along." he stated.

"More like screech along." Pete interrupted from the passenger's seat. Ellie kicked the back of his seat playfully.

"You are so just jealous of my gorgeous voice… it's like a… chorus of angels that morphed with John Lennon… I am a beast at singing, okay?" She stated dramatically.

"Sure, Eleanor." Pete agreed sarcastically, he turned and looked out the window as well, "This traffic is pretty ridiculous, I wonder what's going on down there." The answer to his question came quickly as Talon zoomed by only a few inches away from their car. Ellie looked over curiously as Static appeared not too far behind her. The glowing electricity radiating in his palms caught her eye. He fired it off right at Talon's left wing and she fell out of the sky quickly. Ebon attacked him from behind, and Static quickly shot some electricity through Ebon making him cringe for only a second. Ellie perked up quickly.

"Rad! Meta-human action!" Ellie said with excitement. Before she could even think impulse took over and she reached for her backpack. Malcolm shot her a glare from the front seat.

"Don't even think about it." He ordered firmly.

"Please with sugar…" Ellie stuck out her bottom lip and leaned into the front seat again.

"Absolutely not, Eleanor." Malcolm said curtly, "You don't know the city, you'll get lost." Ellie sighed and sank back into her seat. There was no use arguing with him.

"This place is lame already." She stated and tugged at her jeans, "You know I can feel myself gaining weight from lack of running already." She announced.

"Good, you should gain weight, you're disturbingly corpse-like." Peter said. Ellie kicked the back of his seat again, only not as playfully as last time.

"If anyone's corpse-like it's you, Skeletor!" Her lips were pursed in distaste; Ellie was built fairly tall and very lean. Her legs were long and muscular, and she had a pretty powerful abdomen from all the running she did. She had also gained a small amount of muscle in her arms in the past two years, that she was very proud of. Pete had six inches on her and he had been underweight since he was six.

"God, I was kidding," Pete scoffed, "You're so over sensitive."

"I'm not over sensitive… you're just mean, and I've decided to no longer have any relation to you." Ellie snapped.

"You're probably gonna find that difficult when we end up sharing a bathroom, little sister." He retorted.

"Guys, I have a headache, can we stop fighting?" Malcolm requested. Pete and Ellie both sighed and all talking ceased, so the only noise was the soft buzz of music from the stereo. Ellie looked out the window once again, she could see Static shooting purple bolts into the giant shadowy figure until he howled in defeat and retracted. Static only had a moment to pause before Talon lunged downward at him. Ellie just looked away and let out a long moan. The confines of the car seemed to be shrinking and shrinking, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Dad, can I drive when we get to the next stop?" Ellie asked. Pete choked as he was sipping on a water bottle.

"Dad… no!" he gasped.

"Shut up Pete!" Ellie growled and then looked over at her dad and resumed her pleading voice, "Please dad, this traffic is moving so slow… it's driving me insane."

"Something is driving you insane? What a coincidence…" Malcolm exclaimed with sarcasm in his voice, when he looked over at his daughter's unchanged face he just sighed and looked forward, "Okay… next stop."

"You're the best!" Ellie kissed his unshaven cheek and retracted back into the backseat.

"I have to start self medicating." Pete sighed. Ellie kicked the back of his seat again, and he turned around, "Quit kicking my seat!" he growled.

"Quit making fun of me!"

"What'd I say about fighting?!" Malcolm growled. The brother and sister both quieted once more. It wasn't common for their father to lose his temper, but moving was stressful and brought out the worst in people. She pressed her head against the car window. Ellie was going to miss New York. She was going to miss the peanuts she picked up for 50 cents everyday after school. She was going to miss the crowded streets, noisy cars, and the polluted air. She was going to miss her friends, even the annoyingly stuck up control freak she called her best friend. She scoffed out loud; hopefully she'd develop a better sense of friendship in Dakota.

With that thought she looked out the window to view the battle. Unfortunately, the fight was over. She could see Static stopping on his disc to have a brief conversation with the press. She grinned, and couldn't help but wonder how that whole situation was going to play out. Static did seem to have an alpha male complex, she shrugged and ended her thinking as her father finally pulled off an exit. He didn't drive far before hitting a gas station. A smile spread across Ellie's face and she practically jumped out of the car, smiling even wider as she heard her brother's whiny protest. She traveled around the car and stood up on her toes to peck her father's cheek gratefully as he pumped the gas. Then she seated herself in the driver's seat, she looked over and gave her brother a grin. Pete shook his head and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I'm sitting in the back, I think it'll better my chances of surviving the crash." He mumbled and stepped over the tiny space between the driver and passengers seat and positioned himself in the backseat.

"Do what you want Pete but I still think the collateral damage will get you." Ellie grinned.

"That's not funny." Peter said with his arms crossed.

"Oh my god I was just kidding, don't be so sensitive." Ellie said in a mocking voice, throwing his own words back at him.

"You're so mature." He stated sarcastically. There was a muffled sound from Malcolm as he finished gassing up the car. He walked around the car and took his seat.

"Guys, I grabbed some aspirin that I'm fortunate enough to have found in this humble gas station. But until it kicks in, I want all sibling bickering to cease." Malcolm announced.

"Got it, dad." Ellie said and stepped on the gas the moment Malcolm's door closed. The engine revved as she peeled out of the gas station parking lot. The GPS that sat on the dashboard informed her to turn left in an electronically altered voice. She took a sharp turn and both men jerked against their seatbelt while Ellie just gripped the steering wheel enthusiastically. This was a relief from being cooped up in a car her entire Saturday. It wasn't the freedom she got when she ran, it wasn't the feelings of wind and power rushing through her body and it wasn't what she needed. But it was a start. Her foot pressed down harder on the pedal as she journeyed up the abandon street. A car beeped, as she cut him off.

"That red lollipop thing on the side of the road does not mean GO, Eleanor!" Pete shouted from the back seat.

"Thanks for that useful information, Peter. I'll keep that in mind." Ellie replied casually.

"El, watch the speed limit." Malcolm ordered sharply.

"I'm keeping the needle off the eight… paranoid." she scoffed.

"Dad, can't I drive?" Pete pleaded, "She's drives like a psycho. In fact, the only person who's more psychotic than her is the dude who gave her a learner's permit to begin with!"

"I don't think you can talk about my driving, at least I manage to keep my eyes on the road, Mr. Text and Drive," Ellie snapped.

"Do I really have to repeat myself like for the third time today?" Malcolm interrupted. Pete scoffed and looked out the window. Malcolm looked out his window as well as they passed a building that caught his attention.

"Freeman Community Center." He read the sign out loud, "That place looks nice." He commented.

"It's not going to look so nice when Ellie crashes and burns right in front of it." Pete mumbled. Malcolm sighed as he realized Pete was not going to shut up any time soon. He placed his large hand on his daughter's pale bony fingers that clutched around the steering wheel.

"Eleanor, slow it down a tad, will ya sweet pea?" Malcolm pleaded. Ellie looked over at her dad and smiled as she let the speed fall back to an even 50 miles per hour. She wasn't driving long before the GPS informed her, that they should be arriving to their destination. Ellie looked up as she pulled into the driveway. She was viewing her new home for the first time. It was a brick apartment, and she smiled as she noticed ivy climbing down the front of it. She had a thing for ivy. She also couldn't help but realize that it was noticeably bigger than their last apartment.

"Wow dad, those scientists must really want you back. Look at this place." Pete stated exactly what Ellie was thinking. The family of three emptied the car and strolled up the walkway to open the door. Malcolm quickly found the new key to the house and opened up the door. They all stepped in and their footsteps echoed against the walls of the empty home.

"Pete, your room is to the right of the kitchen. And El, your room is upstairs last door on the left." Malcolm explained. Both teens separated to go check out their new living space. Ellie sped up the stairs and opened the door to her room.

It was spacious, Ellie liked that. There was also a lock on the door, Ellie liked that as well. The room was private, and farther away from her dad and brother. She loved Malcolm and Pete, but she was a teenage girl, and there were times when she needed to be alone. She took a seat on the ground and leaned against the wall. Her lips rolled in with distaste as she surveyed the walls and carpet of her room. They were both a cream color, and Ellie didn't like that.

"Looks like an asylum in here." She mumbled to herself. She would have to have to paint the walls a more vibrant color. Perhaps orange or neon green. While she considered this she jumped to her feet and skipped over to the closet and opened that up. That was spacious as well. Her fingers fell to her chin. Her father hadn't mentioned what a big apartment this was. She then strolled over to the window to see if Pete and Malcolm had started to unload boxes from the car. Ellie stood on her toes only to see a red haired woman and a blond teenage boy walking up the driveway. She tilted her head curiously and sped for the door.

Malcolm had just put his hand on the door knob when his daughter appeared out of no where right next to him. He jumped in shock and then let out an aggravated sigh. Ellie grinned.

"Don't do that." Malcolm said defensively, Ellie just let out a giggle.

"Sorry daddy," she said with a smile that revealed two rows of white teeth, "Who'd you invite over? Do we have friends?" she asked. Malcolm looked through the small hole in the door.

"Judging from the baked pastry in her hand, I'd say she's a neighbor." Malcolm said.

"Is she cute? Do you have A-Game on?" Ellie grinned and playfully punched her fathers arm.

"Judging from the gold band on her right finger, I'd say no." he responded. Ellie snapped her fingers in defeat.

"Bummer… well let them in anyway, they have a pastry." Ellie reasoned. He slid the deadbolt across and opened up the door as Maggie and Richie Foley stepped on their porch. Friendly glances were exchanged and Maggie smiled politely.

"Hi, I'm Maggie Foley," she held out a hand and Malcolm took it, when they released she motioned to Richie, "And this is my son Richard. We live right across the street and we thought we'd come on over and welcome you to the neighborhood." She held out the baked good in her hand.

"That's very sweet of you, thank you." Malcolm took the dish, "I'm Malcolm Covelli, the creature behind me is my daughter Eleanor." He said, Ellie rested her arms on his shoulder.

"It's nice to meet you." Maggie greeted.

"Likewise, do you want to come in for some coffee? It's the first thing I plugged in." Malcolm offered.

"That sounds lovely." Maggie nodded and Malcolm lead her to the kitchen, leaving the teenagers alone. Ellie leaned against the stair railing.

"So… Richard, huh?" she broke the ice with a shrug. Richie grinned and let out a low laugh, his hand touched his ear at the embarrassing sound of his first name.

"No one calls me Richard, so you can call me Richie." He explained.

"Yeah, well no one calls me Eleanor either, so you can call me Ellie." She countered. Ellie couldn't help but realize that they both had similar features, only Richie had darker tones than her. While Richie had honey blond hair, Ellie's was more of a platinum blond, and she had dyed it dark brown underneath. And Richie's eyes were an ocean blue while Ellie's were pale. They both had equally pale skin and thin faces. The two teens stood looking around the room awkwardly, until blue challenged blue and they made eye contact. Richie decided to strike up a conversation.

"So… are you going to go to Dakota Union High?" Richie asked.

"Uh yeah, I'm starting Monday." Ellie said.

"I go there too, what grade?"

"Tenth."

"Wow… me too, what are the chances?" Richie shrugged. Ellie smiled, she didn't believe in chance. As corny as it sounded, she strongly believed that everything happened for a reason. And as she looked into his sea-blue eyes she felt a very powerful connection with the boy. He was warm and almost innocent, almost waiting for something to come and shake up his entire world. And it just so happened that Ellie Covelli was up for that challenge. Ellie stood on her toes.

"Well, do you wanna go and grab a piece of pie?" Ellie invited her new friend to the kitchen

"Thanks but I'm pretty stuffed, my mom's been on a baking binge. The church bake sale is tomorrow, and I'm her lab rat for new recipes… can't say I'm complaining." Richie patted his stomach. Ellie laughed.

"Wow, I'm jealous, the best my dad can do with a stove is make some over cooked macaroni and cheese," Ellie said impressively. Richie let out a small laugh.

"Well I'm no better… so where'd you move from?" Richie asked.

"A beautiful place, where scum covers every inch of walking space…" Ellie sighed dramatically.

"Oh you lived in Washington D.C.?" Richie asked. Ellie laughed.

"Very close… but… New York." She said. Peter entered the room with a piece of pie on a small plate. He waved to fingers in acknowledgement to the blond who had barely left the doorway.

"So you're the new neighbor's son… Richie, right? I'm Pete." He extended a hand which Richie shook half heartedly.

"Nice to meet you." Richie nodded. Pete nodded as he went to pass Ellie, he leaned over right by her ear.

"Don't flirt with the neighbor, we're not moving anytime soon." Pete warned in a tone so low Ellie was thankful Richie didn't over hear. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking Pete… get outta here." She pushed him playfully. Margaret walked in holding a steaming Styrofoam cup.

"Thank you for the coffee Malcolm, and it was nice to meet you both," Margaret smiled towards Ellie and Pete, "We've gotta get going, I want to finish dinner before my husband gets home and Richie has plans with his friend."

"The door's always open." Malcolm said, "You guys will be at the top of the list if we have a house warming party."

"We'll be sure to attend… bye now." Margaret waved as she exited. Richie nodded and waved as well.

"See you around." Ellie grinned.

"Yeah, you know, I can introduce you to some people at school if you want. Not everyone's so friendly, it can be intimidating meeting people on your own." Richie offered. Ellie smiled revealing to rows of white teeth.

"That's sweet of you, I'll have to take you up on that." She said.

"I'll catch you around school then." He responded, and then closed the door behind him as he headed down the stone steps.

"Oh you're so sweet, I'll take you up on that." Peter mocked in a high squeaky voice.

"You're just jealous because I made a friend." Ellie teased, she went to go upstairs, but Malcolm quickly spoke up.

"El, hang back a moment, there's something I wanna talk to you about." Her father instructed. Ellie looked over suspiciously but obeyed and sat down on the bottom stair. Pete left the room and went to go explore the upstairs.

"What's on your mind padre?" Ellie asked. Malcolm paced nervously looking for the right way to word his thoughts.

"Well I've been thinking. Remember that community center we passed?" Malcolm asked, his daughter gave a small nod and he continued, "Well, moving is very stressful, it's one of five leading causes for depression in teenagers. Maybe you and Pete could go down there and have a talk with one of the counselors." He finished.

"What?" Ellie crossed her arms defensively, "I don't need a shrink!" He held up his hands, knowing what his daughter's reaction would be before he even told her. He prepared his speech.

"El, don't be such a caveman. Times have changed, a lot of people get counseling. I worry about you; you never talk about your problems, well at least not to me." Malcolm said with a gloomy sigh. Her face dropped into a guilty expression.

"Aw dad, don't make me feel bad. I just don't want to worry you. You have enough on your mind without listening to me complain about life's little glitches." She said.

"No matter how much is on my mind, my kids are always first." He stated, "Will you please talk to a counselor? I know it's your nature to run, but I want you to stop and face your problems head on for once." Ellie gave a loud annoyed sigh.

"This is just a one time deal, right? Just talk about how moving makes me feel and then leave… I'm not gonna be one of those people who has to run every plan of action by a shrink before I act, right?" she asked.

"I would like you to go weekly." Malcolm said, Ellie groaned, and he quickly added, "Maybe less, depending on the counselor's advice." Ellie put her head in her hands. She didn't want to go to her therapy but if it would cease her father's constant worrying she would have to deal with it.

"Okay dad." She said, "You have my complete and utter open mindedness. When do you want us to go?"

"Your appointments tomorrow." Malcolm informed her. Ellie gave him a look.

"How did you swing that?"

"I made the call while you were checking out your room." He admitted.

"And if I had said no?"

"Who are you kidding?" Malcolm chuckled and kissed the top of her head before exiting, "Like you would say no to me." Ellie sighed knowing that her father was right. He did a lot for her and she could never argue with his orders. Of course it was his responsibility to provide her with her basic needs, but she was so used to people letting her down that her father was the only person who offered her stability. She hated the way he worried for her. Ellie blinked as she looked around her new environment. She then decided to unload the boxes out of the car. What would be an all-day project for the two men, would only take her three minutes. She sped out letting the warm air rush against her, wondering if she'd ever be able to call this strange city traffic puzzle home.

Well this concludes chapter one :D

Note: I'm kinda hating myself, because I know that the fact Ellie and Richie are neighbors is just a beyond ridiculous cliché. I'm sorry for my lack of creativity in that department. There was also a little too much dialogue for my taste but what are you gonna do? Reviews are much appreciated kids. ;)