Gwenivier here to usher in the first chapter of my and Molly's Static Shock fic. First of all we own none of the original Static Shock stuff. Also the storyline may sometimes be twisted from the original but hey its fanfiction, that's what it's here for. Well enjoy at your own risk.


Chapter 1 "Feels Like Home"

There are things in this world that, despite their obvious (and sometimes not so obvious) cons, are absolutely perfect. For Alafayre Beaumont these things include (but are not limited to): comics, music, orange, water, wind, Disney, and snow. This, of course, was the cause of her very unusual introduction to Virgil Hawkins and Richie Foley. As she had felt compelled, when the minivan was going at a modest speed of 30 miles per hour, to sling open the van door and dive out into the awaiting snow, narrowly missing the two high school seniors, that were Virgil and Richie, in the process. And that's how she came to be giggling like a mad woman, face down in the snow, freezing her ass off and loving every minute of it.

"Hey are you alright?!" Virgil called, quickly closing the the few steps that were between him and the girl. Richie, however, was already at her side, as he had been a few steps ahead of Virgil and closer to her when she had first jumped.

"Yea." was Alafayre's muffled reply before she popped her head back up, sending her choppy, jaw length, crimson tipped black hair in all directions. She then began laughing warmly, her brown/green hazel eyes all but shining.

"Dude." was all Richie could manage to say. He elbowed Virgil, hoping to spur him into doing...something to help the odd girl. But Virgil was one step ahead of him.

"Here."Virgil said, offering a hand to Alafayre, which she gladly accepted and used to pull herself up.

"Sorry 'bout that." Alafayre insisted lightheartedly. "I forgot to take my meds today." She shrugged, holding her hands out to each side in an almost confused apologetic manor. Then she snapped her fingers, smiling all the while. "Knew I forgot something."

Despite the sheer insanity of the situation Virgil and Richie found themselves laughing at this oddly charming girl.

"Alafayre Raynelle Beaumont!!! Have you lost your goddamn mind!!?" A tall man with shoulder length, curly dark brown locks, who was currently running towards them, demanded."It's the first time they drive the van by myself and you jump out of it while its moving!! If they found out--"

"Chill. The. Fuck. Out. Curtis." Alafayre insisted, stressing each word and cutting the fuming man off. "We've done crazier shit. Damn. Terrence was right. You need to get laid."

Virgil and Richie exchanged glances, intrigued by this girl(and her colorful vocabulary), but wondering if they should leave.

"Keep talking like that and I'll leave your ass to freeze."Curtis threatened, his chestnut brown eyes glaring needles at his little sister.

"Then leave." she challenged, her beautiful tanned face set defiantly, arms crossed on her chest.

"Just get your ass back in the car." he commanded with a huff, turning on his heels and returning to their light aqua green van.

Alafayre sported a victorious smirk as she turned to the two boys that she had almost tackled during her snow escapade.

"Sorry about all this. Now I'm going to leave and you'll never have worry about seeing this crazy girl again." Alafayre told them, smiling apologetically. Then she turned and began walking away.

"7953443597."Richie called after her, pushing up his glasses, as they had begun slipping. "My number." he clarified," Text me sometime, or call. You seem interesting."

"You have no idea what you're getting into." she said, reaching out to the van(which her brother had parked almost on the sidewalk) door. "So I'll tell you once. Just let me walk away. I'm crazy, man. Tell me to forget your number."

Richie only smiled, said,"Crazy's fun." and made a phone sign with his thumb and pinkie.

"Your funeral." She teased, disappearing into the van just before it drove off.

" I know you're not into chicks, so tell me Rich." Virgil questioned, not even needing to finish his sentence for his best friend to understand him.

"The girl dove out of a car into the snow." was Richie's answer.

"I see your point." Virgil conceded, continuing their original trudge to the comic store.


Alafayre stared out the hotel window at the falling snow. It had been three days since she arrived in Dakota. And currently she was waiting intently for BUZZ! Alafayre nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone went off.

Too fucking true. The store just got 30 copies of issue 42 - Richie

"Holy shit!" Alafayre gasped aloud, shooting off her seat to pace the floor as she dialed the number she had memorized by now.

"Rich, I swear--" she began, only to be cut off by Richie's excited voice.

"Why would I ever fuck around about THIS!?" Richie exclaimed, almost deafening Alafayre in the process. "You need to get here now."

"We'll come get you if nothing else!" Virgil's voice added.

Alafayre laughed gently, a smile on her face as she rushed over to her suitcase. "Be there in 10. 15 tops. I'm calling in a favor. The she hung up, cutting off the sound of Virgil and Richie's simultaneous "YES!"

"Oh, Terrence." she began slyly, looking over to the bed where her eldest brother lay reading a Mustang magazine.

"What?" he hissed, glaring at her through his jaw length light brown hair.

He had wanted to go to a car show they were having in town today, but their parents had taken Curtis birthday shopping and Alafayre hadn't wanted to go, so Terrence had to stay with her because even though she was 16 they were in a new, unfamiliar place.

"January 16th 2006." was all she had to say.

Terrence's brown eyes widened and he whispered"Bitch." before putting down his magazine.


"Damn." was the one word that came out of Richie's mouth and caught Virgil's attention. Virgil then turned in the direction that Richie was staring.

Alafayre stood at the door way of the comic shop, her hair looking a bit windblown and a faint blush on her cheeks. She had just taken off her black trench coat and handed it to her brother. Her violet shirt clung nicely to her curves, had 3/4 length sleeves, a slightly low neckline, and artsy swirling designs on it. Black cotton gloves, with the fingers cut off at the knuckle, adorned her hands. A moss green, fluffy scarf was wrapped securely around her throat. And finishing her strange outfit was dark blue flare jeans and a pair of orange Converse.

Though nothing about her outfit really matched she managed to make it look as if it did and then some.

"I may be gay but even I know she looks fantastic." Richie observed, adjusting his glasses on his face.

"Understatement." Virgil insisted, making his way toward their newest friend.

"Hey guys. Got here as fast as I could." Alafayre explained, a smile, as always, on her face."Where?!"

"Right this way, m'lady." Richie teased, doing a little bow.

"Thank you kind sir knight. Perhaps I shall obtain a prince for you as a reward for such a kind deed." Alafayre retorted, making her way to the shelf he'd indicated.

"Wow. The princess loses the prince to the knight. What a Disney movie that would make." Virgil mused aloud, following Alafayre closely.

"A fantastic one." Alafayre added in a sing-songy voice, blissfully happy as she hadn't been since she found out they were moving.


Virgil was silent for a moment, poking at the orange paint now in his hair, and Alafayre was afraid he might be pissed, until he smirked and flicked his paintbrush, sending violet paint flying at her face.

The two broke out into laughter, simultaneously declaring, "Paint war!!". Richie joined in without hesitation, flinging more purple paint into the mix.

Alafayre instinctively dropped to the floor and rolled when purple paint flew her way, then popped back up behind Richie.

"Missed." she teased, sticking her tongue out at Virgil, only to have Richie put a dab of purple paint on her nose. Which she retaliated to by giving him a swirly orange moustache. Then she ran quickly away over to Virgil and painted an orange heart on his hand and he put a purple star on her cheek, all the while being assaulted by a barrage of purple from Richie.

Then it simply exploded into all out mayhem.

After almost half an hour the three collapsed close to one another on the floor, euphoric and exhausted. And instead of Alafayre's new room(which amazingly had 5 walls) having violet walls with orange trim, it was a brilliant splatter of orange and violet. Surprisingly, there was not a speck of white wall remaining.

The three friends were no better, thier hair, clothing, and skin splattered with orange and purple. They were laughing carelessly, pointing out the designs on each other, and poking fun at one another.

"This is never gonna come out of my hair." Richie said with a huff, though he was still smiling.

Alafayre elbowed him in the side and looked him in the eye," At least we'll all match."

"Yea, Rich. Look on the bright side. We'll all look crazy together." Virgil added, saying the last word sarcastically.

"I didn't do it on purpose. You walked under the paint." Alafayre insisted, and kicked Virgil lightly.

"That's true, Virg. You did." Richie added, rubbing his eyes gently. "For once, I'm glad I wore contacts."

"So. At least it was fun." Virgil defended, crossing his arms on his chest.

"It was." Richie and Alafayre agreed.

Alafayre stared up at her mostly white ceiling as she announced, "I like it better this way."


Sorry about the way the time skipped in this chapter. I promise to do better in my next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it anyways. Gweniveir out.