iPod Challenge

I borrowed this challenge from the Glee section, which I've been obsessed with. It's basically putting your iPod on shuffle, taking the first ten songs that pop up, and writing a story. Now, originally, the challenge was to write a story based on a certain character during the length of the song. Once the song finished, you were finished. I didn't like that. So I have the ten random songs, but one chapter per each song. They won't be very long and they don't necessarily exist in the same timeline. They are just disjointed drabbles. My character is Hotstreak, because I am obsessed with him and probably always will be. No amount of new awesome musical TV shows will change that.

Note: These stories will contain strong language and graphic violence, so fair warning. Also, be prepared for the most random combination of songs you have ever seen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock or its characters.

Chapter One: Catscratch Fever - Ted Nugent

Francis knew he was walking on thin ice. He was teetering on the brink of cold, icy death and his salvation was crumbling into the dark depths beneath him.

He was juggling two girls at once and they were about to find out.

Francis would never admit to being afraid of anything out loud (in his head hospitals loom large and ominous) but his heart is racing faster than he's ever felt it move and he thinks this is maybe what having a stroke feels like.

Not like he would live long enough to ever have a stroke. Not at this rate anyway.

Francis likes Teresa. He does. Really. Like…a lot. More than he's ever liked a girl before. She's funny and pretty and she didn't freak out when he had a melt down one night after getting his ass kicked by Static and nearly destroyed the MetaBreed's hideout. Most girls ran the other way when they saw his temper. It's not Francis' fault, just, sometimes he loses it and it and he can't stop himself.

Then there was Maria. Who is completely psycho. That was pretty much out there from the very beginning. She's unpredictable, but that's probably why Francis likes hanging out with her. He doesn't like being bored. Plus, you know, she's a total hottie.

Francis started his descent down this slippery slide of doom when Maria crawled into his room at the empty warehouse he was sharing with the MetaBreed. He wasn't a member or anything. He hated Ebon too much to take orders from the douche, but it was winter and he needed a place to crash. So in exchange for helping pull some heists, Francis got free room and board.

It was the middle of the night, the wind was howling pretty loud. Francis puts the blame on that for not hearing the window creak open. He was a really light sleeper. A few months of living on the street had taught him that. He practically jumped out of his sleeping bag when a cool, wet hand slithered across his chest.

Francis sat bolt upright, stopping short of banging his head into Maria's, who was leaning over him. "Hi."

Stupidly, oh so stupidly, Francis forgot where he was and offered up his own smirk to match his crazy girlfriend's. "Hey."

Maria looked down at the sleeping bag. "Is there room for two?"

Francis was unzipping the bag and scooting over before Maria had finished asking. She shimmied into the bag and entwined her legs around Francis'.

A second later, there was a knock on the door. Francis' emerald green eyes widened in a sudden panic. It couldn't be.

"Francis?" It was Teresa. Of course it was. Who else would it be?

Maria looked up at the pyro. "Who is that?"

Francis locked his gaze on the ceiling. "…uh."

The door cracked open. "Francis? I had a bad dream and the wind is so loud, would it be alright if I…" Teresa stopped short at the sight of her boyfriend entangled in a sleeping bag with another girl.

She was only at a loss of words for a brief moment. "What in the hell! Who the hell are you. What the fuck are you doing?"

"Excuse me?" Maria shot back. "Who in the hell are you?"

Teresa stormed across the room and yanked Maria's hair, pulling her out of the bag. "Get away from him!"

"Maria swirled to her feet and screamed, throwing herself at Teresa. The two girls went tumbling.

Francis meekly crawled out of the bag and away from the battleground. "Fuck fuck fuckity fuck." He growled to himself.

The girls were still trading blows but were now exchanging insults in rapid Spanish too fast for Francis to follow. His eyes darted from one to the other as if he were watching a tennis match.

Teresa whirled around to face Francis, her eyes brimming with tears. "Is it true?"

Maria looked smug. Whatever had been said hadn't been nice.

Francis looked at Teresa and felt like a bigger douche than Ebon. "What?"

"That you love her. That you only want to sleep with me and than go be with her."

Without thinking, Francis shook his head. "No. No fucking way. If anything it's the other way around."

Maria's face fell.

"I'm so sorry T. I'm an idiot." Francis didn't even see Maria's face turn from sadistic glee, to sorrow, to horror. He didn't want Maria. He wanted Teresa.

Teresa turned away. Francis desperately scrambled to his feet. "Please!"

The two met eyes. Teresa knew what that meant. What it meant for Francis to beg. What he was sacrificing for her. The tiniest of smiles crept onto her feathered face.

"You son of a bitch!" Maria lunged at Francis. He had been so focused on Teresa he didn't even see his crazy now ex-girlfriend coming. She doused him in water and started pummeling his face and chest with her tiny fists. It didn't really hurt but Francis brought his arms up to try and protect himself.

Teresa grabbed Maria and hurled her away from Francis. "Get outta here before I send your molecules scrambling."

Maria raised herself up and leveled a glare at Teresa. The other girl raised one eyebrow and opened her mouth, prepared to send a seismic scream.

Maria jumped to her feet and dashed for the door.

Teresa walked over to Francis and stood over him, one foot on either side of him. He looked up at her.

Teresa looked down at him. "You are now officially my bitch."

Francis nodded quickly "Ok." His brow furrowed. "Are you gonna make me leave?"

Teresa's face softened. "No, of course not. There's a blizzard going on." Teresa smiled.

The corner of Francis' mouth quirked into a smirk. "You do know that was officially the hottest thing ever."

He received a kick in the side. Francis rolled away, chuckling.

"Get in that bag." Teresa ordered, pointing at the discarded sleeping bag.

Francis rushed to obey.

Author's Note:

So? What do you think? Any good? Worth continuing? I can promise they get better as they go along. And there are ten. I have written four as of this moment and have outlines for the rest.

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