Author's Note: I think this is going to be a two-shot. I'm not sure though. This would be taking place later in the series, when Theresa has lots more control over her powers. I came up with it when I was stuck on Time Stops. I promise I will finish that one, I just needed to get away from it for a while.

Disclaimer: I own sheep desktop pets, and the most awesome spaghetti recipe in the world, but Cott? Nope!

Not Alone in My Head.

Six members of the team were sitting in the T.V. Room, watching an old movie about giant monsters and the heroes that defeated them (Neil had won the coin toss). Herry was seated on the couch, sharing a massive bowl of popcorn with Odie. Atlanta and Neil were sharing the smaller couch, sitting close together. Jay sat in an armchair on one side of the room while Theresa was seated on the floor, leaning against Herry and Odie's couch, determinedly not looking in Jay's direction.

Neil and Atlanta shared sad glances. Three months before the Leader and the Fighter had been together, and it had seemed as though they were very much in love. But, not one week ago, the two had had a bad argument, and from the things they had shouted at each other, it seemed as though their relationship was over.

But they were still part of the team, and had to see each other once and a while. And Theresa was determined not to cut herself off from her friends just because of a boy. Thus, when Odie had suggested a movie night, Theresa had accepted without hesitation.

But the movie the Charm of the team had chosen was a typical guy movie, filled with lots of explosions and car chase scenes. Not exactly a movie she was particularly interested in.

Glancing around the room in boredom, Theresa's eyes found photograph of the team sitting on the end table beside her couch. Leaning over, she picked it up, before settling back against the couch.

The entire team was in the photo, all of them pictured in the photo. They were in the park, and it was easy to tell that most of them had been enjoying the day.

Neil was sitting on top of a picnic table, his perfect smile aimed at the camera, and one of his arms wrapped playfully around Atlanta's neck, who was laughing up at him. Odie was seated on top of the monkey bars, his legs dangling down with his bare feet swinging back and forth. Herry was on the monkey bars as well, looking uncomfortable, but still with a large grin on his face. Theresa's smile slipped a little as she found herself and Jay in the photo. She was sitting on the swings, high in the air, her hair flying everywhere while Jay stood behind her, laughing.

She would never admit it out loud, but the Fighter had truly thought what she and Jay had once had was true love. They worked so well together, got along with each other better than anyone else on the team, and there was no denying the physical attraction between the two of them. Theresa clenched her sea-green eyes shut for a moment, pushing away her pain. It's in the past now Theresa. Stop hurting yourself. Opening her eyes, she found herself again looking down at a happier time in her past. She bit her tongue to try and stop herself from tearing up.

Sighing, she started to put the picture back on the table when a flash of purple temporarily blinded her. Clenching her eyes shut in pain, she frowned. Of course. How could I forget Archie? Opening her eyes, she looked down at the photo once again, a thoughtful expression on her face as she studied the Warrior. He was standing a little ways away from the rest of the team, his eyes closed and a little smirk on his face as he leaned against a tree.

"Oh yea! Awesome explosion! Did you guys see the way that house just blew apart?" Odie's outburst made Theresa jump, but the rest of the team was laughing along with Odie at the movie, where the hero was once again exploding various buildings to complete his mission, so no one seemed to notice.

Theresa rolled her eyes as even Atlanta cheered excitedly at the movie. She refocused back on Archie's photo self, studying his face. From his purple hair, to his crooked nose, to his gleaming ankle brace, Archie was definitely one of the most unique members of the team. Theresa glanced around the room, remembering that Archie had shut himself in his room before the movie had started. Ever since Atlanta and Neil had started dating, Archie often distanced himself from the rest of the team. I'm not the only one who's hurting...

Suddenly remembering a skill Persephone had taught her a few days before during training, Theresa narrowed her eyes staring intently at the purple-hair Warrior. Her eyes started to glow a faint blue as she concentrated.

There was a sudden THUD from upstairs, and a muffled cursing. "Theresa! DAMN-IT!!" There were several more thuds, bangs, and crashes, as the team stared up the stairs in confusion. Theresa quickly got to her feet, willing her face to stop it's guilty flushing.

Footsteps thundered down the stair, and Archie was suddenly in the T.V. Room's doorway, gripping the side of the door tightly, a furious expression on his face. Theresa felt even worse as her eyes gave the angry Warrior a once over.

He looked completely rumpled, as though he'd been tossing and turning on his bed. His purple hair was sticking up in every direction, and even his dark brown eyes looked bloodshot. Archie's furious eyes locked with Theresa's wide ones, and he started in a strangely low voice, "I'm really not in the mood for this shit tonight Theresa." He spat her name like it was something that disgusted him, and she shrank away from him a little, stung. "I don't care what's going on with you, or how lonely or whatever you are. Stay. Out. Of. My. Head."

Without another word, the Warrior turned around and stormed back up the stairs, grumbling angrily to himself. Theresa put a hand to her throat as she tried to stop herself from calling after him. He wouldn't understand! No one does, why would he? Tears filled her eyes as she tried to glare after the Warrior.

"Theresa? What just happened?" Atlanta's gentle voice made her jump, and she turned to look at her concerned friend's face.

Shivering as she remembered Archie's angry tone, she whispered, "N-nothing. I'm going to bed." With that she hurried upstairs, trying to stop her tears from flowing before she reached her bedroom.

She didn't notice that Archie's door was slightly opened, or that he was watching her as she rushed by. Once her door slammed shut, the boy slowly closed his own door.

To be concluded...

A.N.: There's part one. Part two will be up in a week or so, I think. If you liked it, if you hated it, if you're hungry and feel like saying so, let me know in the shape of a review.

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