Okay, since A Strange Relationship got a lot of views (though it only got two reviews) I've decided to type up the first chapter of my fanfiction, Healing Eatrh. It may end up focusing on Katrina and Francis because, for some reason it's easier for me to write about them than Richie and Kathrine. I don't know yet, but I'll try my best. I hope you all like this because I rewrote it four times and I'm still not entirely happy with it, but I couldn't think of how to improve it anymore. Constructive feed back would be appreciated. Rated T for language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock or the characters.

.:Healing Earth:.

It was a bright and sunny morning in Dakota. The weather was warm and there was a slight breeze. The students of Dakota Union High were just starting to enter the building, including the school's newest students. Two young girls mixed into the crowd of students without anyone's notice.

One girl was Katrina Blake. She had long chocolate brown hair that fell to her waist and bright ocean blue eyes that displayed the same joy and excitement that her wide grin did. Katrina wore a blue T-shirt with a large black rose printed on the front, along with jeans and black sneakers. Around her neck, hanging on a silver chain was a silver locket with a dragon carved on the lid.

The girl walking with Katrina was her sister, Kathrine Blake. She, like her sister had long brown hair that dropped to her waist, but her eyes were different. Her emerald green eyes were dull with the same boredom that showed on her face. She wore a black T-shirt with a white skull and cross bones printed on the front. She also wore black skinny jeans, black sneakers, and a locket identical to her sister's.

The two walked into the building in silence, Katrina overflowing with excitement and Kathrine wishing she could just go home.

Kathrine, noticing her sister's wide grin scowled at her, "Why the hell are you so happy-go-lucky?"

"Because this is exciting! Think about it Kathrine, new people, new experiences! It's just exciting!" Katrina answered, not the least bit upset by her sister's attitude.

Kathrine was a sarcastic and slightly intolerant person most of the time and Katrina, knowing this, was always patient with her. She was also not a morning person, so Katrina never took anything she says to her to heart.

Katrina, on the other hand, was a morning person and a bit of an optimist. She always tried to be cheerful and patient. Unlike her sister, who had a short fuse and often preferred to use her fists to settle her differences with others, Katrina always tried to talk things out and used violence as a last resort, if Kathrine didn't get take care of it first. Also unlike Kathrine, when Katrina was angry she gave lectures, while her sister had a tendency to get violent.

The two contrasted each other so much, but got along with one another so well. They balanced each other out and, on the rare occasions that it had happened, were never mad at one another for long. The two had a strong bond, even for sisters, and they could always count on the other.

Kathrine only stared at Katrina, her expression a mix of disgust and disbelief. "You know, you're just one of those overly happy people that people like me just want to smack in the morning. Being that happy just isn't natural, especially when the thing you're happy about is school. When it comes to school, there is nothing to be happy about." she informed.

Despite her words, Katrina only continued to smile. "Quit being so negative, you haven't even given the place a chance yet. This will be fun!"

Kathrine rolled her eyes. She simply could not see how school, of all things, was supposed to be fun. She really didn't want to spend her day being around a bunch of stupid people, who were supposed to be her age, who couldn't even follow the simplest of directions.

She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a single word out, a boy slammed into the lockers in front of them. The boy was blond with glasses, his blue eyes filled with pain. Katrina gasped as he moaned in pain while Kathrine just raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah! This year will be loads of fun!"

Katrina shot her a disapproving look. "Kathrine!" she scolded her sister, who didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. Here was a boy who was clearly hurt, and she was just making sarcastic comments.

It didn't take long for a crowd to gather around, whispering to each other instead of helping the injured boy. Katrina was about to step forward, disgusted by the other students' lack of concern, but Kathrine grabbed her shoulder and stopped her. Katrina looked at her questioningly until Kathrine showed her why she had been stopped.

The crowd gasped and parted as another boy with a cruel smirk walked by. He had crimson and blond streaked hair that was spiked up and malicious green eyes. Katrina could only stare in shock as she saw fire in his hands and a purplish smoke rise from his body.

"Bang baby!" she thought.

Kathrine, however, only regarded the boy with bored interest. "He's probably our age." she thought, analyzing him, "Definitely a bang baby. Probably the school bully and I think I've seen him on the news and in the paper for criminal activity. He's probably not that bright either. Conclusion: nothing but a pain in the ass. Definitely not worth our time." Nodding at her assessment, she grabbed Katrina's arm and turned to leave, only to find that she wouldn't budge. Katrina stared at her sister long and hard, telling her silently that she would not leave. Kathrine glared back at her, even though she knew it was useless.

Once Katrina had her mind set on something, there was no stopping her. Finally, she sighed in defeat, releasing her sister's wrist and taking her spot next to her just in time to see the bang baby put out his flames. He walked up to the injured boy and lifted him off the ground by his blue sweatshirt.

"Listen, Francis-"

"Shut it, Foley!" the bang baby, Francis, cut him off, "I told you my name is Hotstreak. Now then, why don't you give me the money you owe me?"

The blond struggled in his grasp, desperately trying to get free. "I don't—I don't owe you any money!" he protested.

Francis didn't seem too happy with his answer because he pulled a fist back, ready to punch him. "Wrong answer, Foley!"

Just as he was about to hit the poor boy, a black hard cover book flew out of the crowd and hit him in the head, the shock causing him to drop his victim. Seeing his chance, the boy took off, disappearing into the crowd. Everyone was dead quiet, waiting for Francis to react. Finally regaining his senses, his body began to shake with rage as her glared at the crowd. "WHO THREW THAT?" he roared, causing many to flinch.

No one spoke up as no one had seen the culprit. All eyes had been on Francis at the time. No one wanted to come out and say that though, as no one wanted to end up barbequed.

Growling at the lack of responses, Francis punched a nearby locker, denting it and causing everyone to flinch. "I said, WHO THREW THAT?" Still, no one answered. Fed up with the silence, he began scanning the crowd himself for the guilty party. After passing over almost everyone in the crowd his eyes landed on a concerned Katrina. Smirking, Francis walked over to her, grabbed her wrist and, much to Katrina's surprise, gently pulled her out of the crowd.

Kathrine, too stunned at first to react, growled at Francis. As she was about to step out of the crowd, Katrina shot her a pleading look, silently begging her not to get involved and to let her handle it. Reluctantly, she complied and watched on with her arms crossed over her chest.

"If that bastard touches her, I'll kill him."

Francis backed Katrina into the lockers, smirking at her in a way that made her feel uneasy. He placed his hands on either side of her head, leaning in so close to her that Katrina could almost see her personal space bubble popping.

"You know," he began, warm breath fanning across her face, "I don't think I've seen you around before. You new?"

"I am," she replied politely, her face not giving away anything she was feeling, "My name is Katrina Blake. I just transferred here with my sister. Today is my first day."

"Really?" he asked, making Katrina wonder if he actually cared or not. "So, did you see who threw the book?"

"I didn't," she replied, "In fact, I don't think anyone did. Everyone's attention was on you when it happened." She was hoping that he would let her go after answering his question. Instead, his smirk grew wider and he leaned in closer, much to Katrina's displeasure.

"Really? That's too bad. Especially since my friend ran away."

Katrina scoffed, angry that he would make light of something so serious. "I was unaware that friends addressed each other by their last names or threw one another into lockers for money." Her expression was a cross between disgust and anger and her voice held a no nonsense tone.

Francis merely shrugged, "We have a special friendship."

"And by 'special friendship' I suppose you mean 'I beat him up to get his money or just because I feel like it', right?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.

He only laughed, amused by the fact that she wasn't afraid of him. "You've got guts, you know that? I like girls like you, but don't take everything so seriously."

For Katrina, that was the last straw. It was clear earlier that Francis didn't care about much besides himself and that he would get violent to get what he wanted, but the fact that he didn't think what he was doing was serious simply made the normally patient girl snap.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you need to grow up." The force in her voice surprised Francis and made him take a step back. Katrina was now scowling at him, her usually bright blue eyes dark with anger. "If you need money, get a job like everyone else. You're not the only person in the world with issues or money problems, so stop acting like a petulant child. Just because you're a bang baby doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Your actions have consequences and if you keep doing petty things like this you'll throw away your future. You seriously need to clean up your act and stop behaving like an ill tempered child having a temper tantrum!"

Everyone, including Francis, was stunned. No one talked to Hotstreak like that, not without being roasted anyway.

At that moment the bell rang, but the crowd of students didn't move. Katrina, on the other hand, walked around Francis and attempted to go to her first period class. She was stopped when he grabbed her wrist, though.

"Please let me go, Francis. I have to go to my first class." she said, calmer than before, back turned to him.

He growled, but kept his grip gentle. "My name is Hotstreak, and we're not done talking yet."

Katrina sighed, exasperated, and glared at him. "Perhaps you weren't, but I was. I've said my piece now why don't you think about what I said? It's my first day at this school and I don't want to be late. You should head to your class, too."

Francis was about to retort, but a voice in the crowd cut him off. "Hey, Flame-for-Brains, are you blind or just stupid? She's clearly not interested."

Katrina instantly recognized the female voice and inwardly groaned, resisting the urge to slap her hand to her face. Francis growled louder and released his hold on Katrina's wrist as he searched the crowd. "Alright, who said that? Someone is going to pay!" he snarled.

Much to her sister's dismay, Kathrine stepped forward, hands in her pockets with a smug smirk on her face. "Oh, shut up, or I'm going to nail you with another book," she said, nonchalantly before pointing to her forehead, "Right here. BANG!"

Francis was taken by surprise at first upon seeing an average looking girl picking a fight with him, even after seeing that he was a bang baby. He couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Kathrine frowned at his reaction. She did not appreciate not being taken seriously, especially when it came to things like fighting. "Something funny, Burnout?"

"You really think you can take me?" he laughed, "I'm a bang baby, I'll fry you in a second!"

Katrina was silently praying to whoever was listening that her sister wouldn't do anything reckless, like make Francis mad. Her prayers went unanswered.

"Only the weak speak loudly."

Katrina inwardly cursed her sister's ability to always get in trouble. Francis instantly stopped laughing and glowered at her, smoke rising from his body. Above all else, he despised being called weak. "Are you calling me weak?" His fists started shaking.

She smirked, "You're either weak, or a coward. What, afraid of getting your ass kicked by a girl?"

Finally, he couldn't take anymore. His hands burst into flames and his eyes turned white. "That's it!"

He threw a fire ball in Kathrine's direction, but she managed to dodge it. For a split second, both she and Katrina wore an expression of shock, but it was gone as soon as the fire ball destroyed a water fountain behind Kathrine. Not even a second later, she charged up to Francis, her speed surprising him and making his flames go out. In a flash, Kathrine pulled down his pants, got behind him, and delivered a swift kick to the butt, causing him to fall over. As if that wasn't enough, Kathrine then pointed at him and began laughing at his teddy bear print boxers.

Suddenly, the crowd started laughing with her while Katrina just stared with a hand covering her mouth. True, he was a bully who had just attacked another student, but she believed that two wrongs don't make a right. Francis rolled over to see Kathrine smirking triumphantly.

"I told you that you'd get your ass kicked."

Quickly, Francis got to his feet, pulling his pants up as he did so, and glared down at the girl who humiliated him. Katrina feared that he would do something violent.

Thankfully, at that moment a young, pale skinned, female police officer broke through the crowd and grabbed Francis' arm, making him redirect his glare at her.

The female officer had long blond hair that was tied back in a bun just below her hat. Her sea foam green eyes were narrowed at the trouble making bang baby.

"Francis Stone," she began, her voice demanding respect, "Need I remind you that you are on parole? One slip up and I will haul your butt to bang baby confinement where you will do nothing but sit in a stoney, cold cell all day."

Francis glared at Kathrine one last time before yanking his arm out of the officers grasp. Turning way, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fine." he muttered, walking down the hallway.

The officer watched him for a minute before directing her gaze at the girls, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry if he caused you any trouble. My name is officer Angela Gore, I'm Mr. Stone's parole officer. I was supposed to be following him around to make sure he went to class, as the police have deemed him too dangerous to be left alone any more, but he somehow managed to slip away without my notice. It won't happen again."

Kathrine eyed the cop warily as Katrina returned her smile, although a bit nervously. "Oh, no! It's fine. My sister and I are unharmed."

The officer, not noticing their odd behavior, gave them one last smile before catching up with Francis.

A teacher then entered the hall, shaking his head at the bang baby's retreating form. Turning to the crowd with a frown he said, "All right, show's over! The second bell already rang, you should all be in class."

That said, all of the students began scrambling to get to class except Kathrine who was looking for her book and Katrina who was staring off in the direction Francis had gone. She didn't know how long she stared down the hall, but it had to have been a good few minutes because when Kathrine got her attention again, there were two boys with them. One was an African American boy and the other she recognized as the boy Francis had been beating up.

"Hey, you okay?" Kathrine asked.

Embarrassed that she hadn't been paying attention, Katrina blushed, but nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"This is Virgil Hawkins and Richie Foley. They said they'll help us find our first period class since we were nice enough to help out Richie. As it turns out, we all have the same first period." she explained, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little distracted is all."

Virgil smiled, "Hey, don't worry about it. You've been through a lot already."

"We should get going." Richie suggested, "Come on, the class room is this way." The two boys turned and walked down the hall.

Kathrine and Katrina glanced at the hall behind them, where Francis had gone, before following the boys, both thinking the same thing.

"He missed on purpose."

.:Healing Earth:.

Finally done. This took much longer than I expected. I'm not sure how it turned out, so I'd appreciate any feed back. Please review.