Title Unaffected
Fandom Static Shock
Characters Hotstreak, Static, Richie
Prompt # 22 - Enemies
Word Count 500
Rating Teen
Author's Notes A little drabble from Hotstreak's POV. It's a bit AU, but… I think it works out.

Unaffected

Francis knew what it was like to be trapped in a hospital, a prison, and a lab. He knew that there were certain particulars about each establishment that meant you were at one or the other. However, this place seemed to be a combination of all three, specially designed to keep meta-humans caged. There was some kind of shielding around the rooms so that no matter how hard any of them tried none could break out of their cells.

As far as he was concerned, whoever was in charge had outdone themselves. Seriously.

Hotstreak leaned back on his cot, trying to appear in control. It wasn't a difficult task considering that the only other person visible to him was acting like a complete basket case.

He and Static had never seen eye-to-eye on anything, and were barely able to work as a team that last time that Alva had kidnapped them all. But this time…

Static was separated from him by two protective barriers and a hallway. It was… interesting to watch Static go after something other than himself with such fanatical determination. Like a badger with its foot trapped, the idiot was not going to give up even if he had to gnaw through his own leg to get out.

Hotstreak knew the reason Static was so agitated had more to do with the distinct screams they could all hear.

It seemed Static's 'partner' was the current lab rat of choice. The more they were there, though, the more Francis had to wonder just what kind of partners those two were. Hell, if nothing else, it'd pass the time.

Each time they heard Gear scream, Static went a little crazy, attacking anything and everything that he could. When the screaming stopped, Static would too, sometimes collapsing to his knees because he'd spent all of his energy.

At one such intermission, Francis leaned forward and shouted, "Hey, Static, give it up all ready. You'll get your boyfriend back in a few, so no need to get your panties in a bunch."

"Shut up, Francis." The other meta-human growled, but didn't deny the claim, which just made Francis all kinds of curious. And amused.

Down the hallway, some of the other Breed members began to chuckle quietly. None of them cared if Static and Gear were knocking boots. Hell, some of them would prefer that the duo do it more often. More sex meant less time 'protecting' Dakota.

Again, the screaming echoed down the hallway.

Just as Static was about to throw himself against the barrier one more time, the screaming cut off.

Abruptly.

Not as in the-pain-is-gone abruptly, but as in something-is-seriously-wrong abruptly. Francis felt his heart drop to his shoes. This… was very bad.

For a moment, there was only the hum of the shielding around them.

And then, to all of their horror, Static went completely insane, unleashing his power like mad.

Pretending to be calm was out of the question as Francis hid away from the sight.