A/N) Hi, it's me again. I just posted a one-shot for Teen titans. And I got a pretty good response. So this idea suddenly popped into my head when I was supposed to be studying for AP English. But this was much more fun then conjugating verbs!

So yah, This is going to be about Argent and Hotspot, except it's an AU. There will be other's but for now it's just these two. They need more love and recognition. So I'm going to get it for 'em. I hope you guys like it.

Knock your selves out! ;-)

disclaimer: snatit neet nwo ton od I? writing it backwards still doesn't give them to me... Oh well, I tried.

Beep, beep, beep.

This noise continued for a few more minutes before a large beefy hand grabbed the offending object.

"Yah." Came a gravely rough voice into the com he'd just flicked on.

The person on the screen turned around. His face was sharp and withered. He had one missing eye with a long red scar across it. His other eye was a shocking green that hurt to look straight at.

"Yes, what is your status report Burke?" The frightening man hissed.

Burke, as he was called, let a vile smirk spread on his sloppy face, "Target sighted."

"Perfect. Now you know what to do." The apparent boss hissed again.

"Yep, This'll be fun."

The communicator clicked off.

"Boys!" Burke called behind him in the dark. Five other scruffy men immerged from the shadows.

"We got the signal." Burke grinned sickeningly, "Let's roll."

"Oh, Scuffles! What a bloody mess you've made!" An eighteen year old girl scolded her cat with an indignant white face.

She pushed her pet off the counter where he just knocked over a pitcher of milk.

"Stupid cat. I don't know why I put up with you?!" She grumbled as she washed the mess up.

The said cat, noticed his problem and decided to make up for it. He began to purr loudly and rubbed up against his owners face.

"Oh no you don't! That's not going to work this-" She stopped short as her pet mewed in a cute way, "Ugh... fine, you win. I accept your 'pology," she smiled lightly. Dumb cat, always won.

Now that that's clear the petit young women stood and headed for her shabby living room. Which only took ten steps to get to.

She looked at herself in a cracked mirror.

A small heart-shaped face looked back at her. It was a little on the abnormal side though. She had skin so pale it looked like a silver-white. Her hair was black shoulder length and sort of spiky. She had red streaked bangs and a tomato nose. But the most shocking thing were her eyes. They were a dark crimson. Over the years she'd gotten used to this abnormal thing she'd been born with. That's not to say the rest of the world had.

She sighed, "Scuffles," Her white puff of a pet answered with an inquiring 'meow', "I need to get a real life." She sighed again. As a lonely single girl, living alone was hard. She was a high school drop out, her parents had disowned her when she was sixteen. She couldn't hold down any job and she had a rental bill that needed to be paid by the end of the week.

Which was going to be impossible since she was practically broke. So broke in fact that she couldn't even afford to live in the slum area where she was living now. The entire neighborhood was filled with thugs, and criminals. People here were constantly afraid and miserable. If you didn't learn the rules of the street in your first day here, then you had no hope for the rest of your life. Good thing she was a very fast learner.

"You know what, Scuffle's, I'm going to go out tonight." She said decidedly, "If I'm going to be kicked out tomorrow then, I might as well have fun for now." She smiled at her kitty, who seemed to be saying, 'I could care less, as long as you feed me, we're good.'

She laughed and petted his head, "Here I go!" She yelled and jumped out of her ratty apartment into an even rattier world.

Her mistake...

"Boss... Boss... BOSS!"A loud voice boomed in a medium sized office, at the sleeping figure on the desk.

"Huh, what!"

"It's time for your undercover check up."

"Oh... okay. Give me a second."

The door clicked shut. A young man of 22 leaned back in his swivel chair and yawned. He was an attractive dark male with dark grey eyes. He was tall with fine toned body. But right now, he wished to be finely asleep. He rubbed his eyes, irritated.

"This is what I get for opening an all nighters' club." He mumbled to himself.

"Boss?" A large women appeared in the doorway again. She was heavily built with more weight then she needed. She had a thick lower lip that said 'don't mess with me' her eyes were small and dark with the signs of a harsh life on the streets.

"Hummm?" The young man she addressed as 'boss' answered absently.

"You got twenty minutes to get you butt outta here." She smirked, her long beaded earings jingling as she moved her head, "Before I kick it outta here." She finished.

"Yah, yah, I'm gone. Just give me a sec ok?"

"Sec's over hon, get out." She smiled thickly and opened the door for him.

Said man sighed and got up, "Thanks Ivy, next time though, just get me an alarm clock."

"I am your alarm clock. Now boot." The large women pushed him out of his office and sent him on his way.

"Great, another all night sleepless. Here I come." He huffed miserably.

He didn't know the half of it.

"Hey Isaiah! Swell to see ya again!" A skinny cowboy dressed westerner smiled a buck toothed smile at the dark skinned man.

Isaiah smiled back politely and straightened from his slouching position to shake hands with him.

"Bill, great to see you to, so how's business?' He asked idly. Bill Cohanger was his manager and chief.

Bill shrugged and seated himself, "Fine, a lotto young kids these days tryin' to break in but, that's just business." He drawled pleasantly.

Isaiah nodded, "And the employees how are they?" He asked, casually leaning back.

"Fine, fine, it's the boss I'm worried about." Bill said ordering a drink.

"Oh, really? How come?" Isaiah's interest was caught.

"Still haven't seen him after all these years. He's supposed ta come today but... his secretary lady said he was sick er somthin'"

Oh, I see." the young owner couldn't help smiling. Every year he came to inspect his club, but nobody knew who he was. He'd made sure his employees didn't know so he could come around to check up on them without them faking good behavior. So far everyone was honestly working. But it was getting harder to keep his employees curiosity down year after year. Oh well, they might find out soon. But until then, he'd have his fun.

"Wonder why, You guys never seen him before." He continued knowingly.

Bill shrugged, "Beats me, he's one of them... elusive types of fellers. Never see 'em but they are heck of good owners that pay pretty darn good to."

"Hum, interesting."

"Well," Bill chugged down the remains of his drink, "I gotta dash, big money brewin' tonight, My knee can smell it!" he laughed heartily and threw his cup in the trash, "See ya round partner," He called, swaggering off towards his office.

Bill, he was an interesting character. Isaiah noticed his strangeness the day he found him, but then Bill showed him is managing ability's and that got him good pay. About the only thing smooth and well done about the westerner was his managing skills. One of these days Isaiah planned on telling him who he was. Later, not now though.

So that done he leaned back in his chair and continued his surveying of his club. There were people everywhere, dancing and talking, drinking, laughing. He sighed, sometimes he wished he had time for, 'fun' as these normal people put it.

Oh well, someday.

He watched the door for sometime, seeing the people who left or came in. Guys in Mohawks and earings, girls in skimpy outfits that would put their ancestors to shame. He cared for none of them ,even though Ivy was always telling him to get a girlfriend. To busy, was always his excuse.

Now Ivy, she was also the best secretary he could ask for. She was a big burly women with a loud attitude. But somehow she'd fit to him. She was forty, had been divorce three times and had five kids. She had been arrested for attempted robbery when she was 23, that had ruined her chance for job employment for the rest of her life.

Until she found him, he found her a good hard worker and she never stole or cheated, in fact, she'd told him about her frame up, but that wasn't what brought her close. She treated him like a son most of the time. He always felt like a kid again when she told him what to do. She never let him slip even when he had wanted to give up five years ago from depression.

Over all, she was a great friend.

His thoughts were interrupted by sudden movement from the counter. His bartender, Sammy, a sandy blond college student with freckles and a to skinny body. He was flirting with two girls and they'd laughed at what he'd said. Ok so Bartenders flirted sure, but this guy looked like he was after more than some giggles. Isaiah shrugged and let it slid. His eyes shifted back to the door.

Two overweight girls in super short shorts and belly tops game in laughing. Boring, three guys in baggy jeans, earing pierces and one had no shirt. Uninteresting. The door opened one more time, a small framed girl in black skinny jeans and a tight red T-shirt stepped in slowly.

His attention was caught, he straightened some, and examined her.

Something rang different about her. Sure she had spiky black and red hair, like most kids who wore their hair different colors, but that wasn't of consequence. Her face, it didn't look mugger or seductive. It was small and heart-shaped. Under the dim lighting she looked so pale, almost white.

He watched her go to the counter and sit on the red stool. She sat there, quietly, her eyes surveying the scene. For a second he could have sworn she stopped on him. The next blink and she was watching the people in the back, dance.

He didn't know why, but suddenly he was compelled to join her. He never really cared for girls or their flirty ways. But this one... was different, somehow.

He stood up and casually made his way to the bar counter. He dimly noticed that Sammy was missing. He slipped into a stool one away from hers.

She didn't notice him at all. Ok, so he wasn't a movie star, but come on, the least she could to was glimpse at him.

He tapped the counter idly, as if waiting for the bartender to show up. No bartender, ok this wasn't right. Where was he?

"Hum, service here's usually faster." He mumbled low, but loud enough for her to hear.

No response that she'd heard him. Ok so she definitely wasn't like the other girls, who, seeing a hot guy, would instantly start-up a conversation and not let them go if they could.

Maybe a direct approach, "Um, hi."

This time she glanced at him, but quickly resumed staring ahead, "Hi." She muttered.

"So... what's your name, haven't seen you around here before." Actually he'd never seen any of these people before. Visits to his bar were scarce and far between.

She shrugged, "Never been here before."

"Oh, um... so how do you like it so far." He let the fact that she neglected to answer his full question slid.

She shrugged again,"I don't know, never been to any club before actually." Her eyes shifted to her left. Was she hiding something?

That's when he caught sight of them up close, he gapped, couldn't help it really, "You- you have red eyes?!" He stared in surprise and curiosity.

She scrunched her face this time and turned towards him fully. He caught his breath.

Damn... she's beautiful. He gapped in his mind. Then he realized he'd just offended her with his stupid outburst. Idiot, stupid, moron! He berated himself.

"So I do, thanks for letting me know." She said sarcastically. She glared at him, "Listen if your one of those sleaze balls that pick up hot girls for 'fun' then your barking at the wrong chic. I am NOT easy." She spat crossing her arms defiantly.

That was the most she'd said so far. That's when he noticed her accent, what was it, England, Australian? He couldn't place it. All he could place was how much he liked it. She sounded so adorable. Oh wait... she just bit at him.

"Um, yah, no I'm not... like that. Not even close. I just saw you come in alone and thought... um?" What could he say without making her more defensive.

"What, that I'm lonely?" She snapped, "Well your wrong, dead wrong." She hissed threateningly.

Isaiah blinked, the way she'd just hissed at him sent shivers up his spine and neck.

"Um, yah. S-sorry, We, I," He let out a gusty sigh, "Ok look, I'm sorry if I offended you. It was a stupid not thought out thing to say. I am not a sleaze bag and I do not harass innocent girls for fun. I just noticed you looked much more different then the other girls." He paused, "Nicer."

She looked at him for a second, as if studying him to see if he was telling the truth. Evidently she thought he was. Then her hard glare dropped, "Oh, sorry, I come from a hard place, I'm not used to... decent guys."

He smiled, "Yah? Bet you handle them fine huh?"

She smiled back, a small guarded smile that made his gut wrench. "My name's Antonia, but everyone just calls me Argent. Because of my skin, as you've probably noticed, isn't all to normal a color."

He noticed, it really WAS white, but it didn't look freakish. It just made her stand out even more, "Yah. So Argent, I'm called Isaiah."

She scrunched up her nose in, what he thought was an irresistibly adorable way.

"What?" He asked slightly confused.

"That's almost as bad as my real name." She said then slapped her hand over her mouth, "Oh, sorry I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"S'ok, I get that a lot. Tell you the truth. I don't much like my name either." He assured her.

She slumped a little, "Still, I'm sorry."

"Yah... what's wrong with your name? I like it."

"It's too... fancy. For someone that's broke, lives in a dangerously cracking apartment building with nothing but a couch and blanket... It's pretty out-of-place don't you think?" She quirked her head inquiringly.

He had to chuckle at that, she was interesting. So direct and her accent made her seem so fresh. She had an air of straightforwardness and strength.

"I guess so. I, personally like my Arabic name better though."

Now she was really interested, he never actually told anyone were he was from before. Except his secretary. Not because of fear of discrimination, but because it just slipped his mind.

"Where are you from?" She asked politely.

"Morocco. You?"

"New Zealand originally. Moved here when I was thirteen. By then I'd already gotten stuck with this horrid accent." She sighed and folded her arms on the marble counter.

"Cool, I kinda figured you were from around there. Your accents nice though." He inadvertently complimented her.

She smiled again, still the same guarded smile, "Thanks. So what is your name in Arabic?"

"Il'yas" He stated simply.

She shrugged, "That does sound more musical to the ears, "Hey, where is this bartender guy? We've sat 'ere for the past twenty minutes."

Isaiah's attention was taken by this, were was his bartender? Speak of the weirdo, here he sauntered up now.

"Hello, welcome to 'Is and Was' What can I get you." He slurred to them. He had a sort of disheveled look.

He'd been drinking in the back. Oh, this guy was so fired.

Suddenly Sammy's attention was caught by the pretty New Zealander next to him.

He smiled sloppily, "Hel. loh Gorgeous." He hiccupped, "What's on your menu to. Night?" He liked his lips in what was supposed to be an alluring way. Isaiah found it stupid. Agent found it nasty.

"Ok, forget this. If this is the kind of service ere' then I am gone." She stood up and walked away huffily.

Isaiah frowned at Sammy, who shrugged and went to another girl.

Definitely fired.

He Then turned and followed Argent to the door.

"Hang on." He called. She stopped and turned around with crossed arms.

"Yes." She said smoothly, holding her irritation from the jerk of a bartender in.

"I- you... I'm sorry about him. Look, um, you seem like a nice girl. Maybe you could-" He stopped, what was wrong with him? He'd never liked a girl before and now he wanted her to stay here... no, to much, "You could come again some time." He finished lamely.

She shrugged, "Maybe. Thanks for not being a freak like all the other jerks." She turned and opened the door, "Bye." She threw another Smile in his direction that stumped him dumb.

The next instant she was gone.

He sighed, his head suddenly hurting, his eyes burning for sleep. Maybe it was time for him to book too. He knew who needed fireing so. Yah... he just wished he knew who that girl was. Her name wasn't a whole lot to go on.

He siged and exited his club without a second glance, making his way to his car, his mind snapped back to the picture it took of her small, adorable face... and now she was gone.

Just like a Cinderella... He though glumly. Then realized what a sap he'd just turned into.

Argent walked dully towards her apartment building. She was semi thankful it wasn't to dark. She didn't feel like a defending herself from disgusting thugs. She had a strange feeling in her gut. That boy at the bar. No not that jerk of a bartender. The handsome dark one, she found him strangely attracting. She usually distanced herself from the male population.

Which was why she was slightly defensive with him in the first place. She'd had bad experiences with men before... that turned her off from them entirely and made her suspicious of all of them. They weren't trust worthy when it came to getting a pretty face.

Once they get what they want, they dump you for the next set of hot legs that passes them. She thought bitterly. But he seemed different somehow.

She slowly made her way up the crumbling molded concrete steps to her apartment room. If she'd been paying attention she'd have noticed the door being unlocked.

To bad she didn't.

Isaiah drove down the broken street, stupid absent thinking, He growled to himself.

He'd been so caught up in thinking about that girl that he hadn't noticed he'd taken a wrong turn down a slum neighbor hood. His car bounced on the horrible, narrow road.

"I really need to get some shut-eye," He grumbled to himself flicking his headlights on. Suddenly a window in the apartment building in front of him smashed open. He gapped and swerved his car into a stop just barely missing a parked one. He looked up and saw... someone falling out!

Argent pushed her door opened tiredly, "Scuffle's I'm home!" She called.

No response.

That was strange, her cat always came running when she called. Suddenly her senses were heightened. Her apartment took on a cold and vacant feel. She turned her defenses on. Something was wrong.

"Scuffle's?" She narrowed her eyes, her door slamed shut.

She gasped and jumped around in a fighting position, "What? Who are you?" She glared menacingly at the large beefy man with a slimy smile on his face.

"Oh that ain't important. All that you need to know is that you comin' with us." He sniggered.

She growled, "Over my dead body."

"Nope, over this things, dead body." The big oof held out her precious kitty by the scruff of his neck.

She gasped, "Leave him alone you big jerk!" She threw herself forward and kicked the man where the 'sun don't shine' faster then he could think.

He yelped and dropped the cat which ran onto his owners shoulder. Argent smirked and positioned herself for another kick.

The criminal was still yoweling but caught her small foot and pulled her making her trip on her back. She yelped and punched him in the stomach. Than wrenched her foot away from his grasp. Without another thought she flew away and rolled behind her couch. How was she going to get out of this?

She heard the man bark something, suddenly five more creeps emerged from the shadows. She gulped, uh oh, now she was really in for it.

"Grab her!"

The all pounced on her at the same time. Her muscles tightened and she sprang away. She kicked one backwards sending him into the wall, she ducked and rolled out of the way from the middle. Two bumbling idiots slammed face first into each other. Three down three to go.

The other two sidekicks sprang at her.

Like a cat she jumped lightly and landed on the back of her couch. They jumped after her. She sprang up and did a back flip in the air over their heads. The tried to grab her but Scuffle's jumped and landed on their face's clawing them with mewls that could wake the dead.

She smirked for a second until a gun shot missed her ear. She turned her head, the beefy man held a shiny, silver pistol pointed straight at her.

His face was red with fury, "They said I had to bring ya in alive, they didn't say ya had to be in one piece." He hissed.

She scowled and backed up into the wall next to her small window. A rectangular picture with sharp edges, was hanging next to her head. She hissed and grabbed the picture, then, flicking her wrist she threw it straight at him like a Frisbee. It hit his hand making him lose focus for a second. That's all she needed, she grabbed her cat, threw her one chair at her window, broke it and jumped through. She heard the man roar as he tried to grab at her falling body, missing her by the hair of her shirt.

Now this part wasn't so thought out. She was plummeting towards the broken sidewalk, she grabbed at the short metal flag pole that stuck out of the building sideways.

A car screeched to a halt across the street, but she didn't care. She had her own problems. She clung to the stupid stick. The building was old and in desperate need of repair. The walls were crumbling. It was cracking away where she was hanging, one more chip and she'd be street pizza.

The big man was staring down at her, his eyes gleaming with smugness. She wished she could spit at him. Dang gravity.

One more crack...

It crumbled.

She flew towards the ground holding on to Scuffle's for dear life. Suddenly she felt her body jerk up mid air. She opened her eyes and gasped. That dark skinned boy caught her through the second floor window. He yanked her in and slammed it shut. Then turned towards her bewildered and confused.

She blinked, still clutching her cat, "What?"

He gapped, silence. They heard the thugs stampeding down the stairs.

"Um, thanks for the save. But I got to go." She jumped up and started for the door.

Isaiah snapped to sense and grabbed her by her skinny forearm, "Hold it there! What's going on?"

She shrugged, "To heck would I know," The foot steps became louder and closer, "Now let go." She seemed so calm as she looked directly at him

Not like she was nearly smashed on the pavement. He couldn't believe this. Without another word he pulled her out of the building and towards his car.

"Hey, 'scuse me but were do you think you're taking me?" She struggled a bit trying not to let go of her precious pet.

"I don't know yet, but it's going to be away from this." He informed her.

Argent's heart sped up, oh no, if this guy thought he was stuffing her in his car and dragging her where ever he wanted her to be, he had another thing coming. She froze a split second as a horrid flash back popped into her head.

Being dragged into a car against her will, knocked out, pulsing heat, hurting, burning feelings, humiliation... broken heart!

Her pupils delated, she let out a terrified squeak and kicked him in the shin, hard. He yelped and let her go so fast she didn't have time to regain her footing and tripped backwards at the sudden loss of support.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" He hissed, rubbing his aching body part.

"No, you, you won't have me. Not like him! Them! All the others!" She shrieked hugging her cat for dear life on the floor.

He gapped at her, she'd suddenly lost all sense of what was going on. What was wrong with this chic? No time to find out, those thugs were about to burst in.

He struggled with his conscience for a second, leave her or save her?

He growled in frustration and bent over, he lifted her up bridle style and began running the rest of the way to his car.

She struggled, kicking and screaming, yelling random things he couldn't make sense of.

"Let go, you can't, I'm not like them, I'm not-stop-not a bad girl-please-I promised! They said-it can't happen again, not again! PLEASE NO!"

"Oh for the love of-" He gowled and pushed her in his car. Then he hoped in, locked the doors and sped off without having a clue why he just did all of this.

Argent was still in the back seat yelling and cursing, she attempted to jump out the front seat door, because he only had two doors. Confused, he held her at bay with one arm and drove with the other.

He looked behind him every half minute, nothing, nobody was following them. He eased up a little but still kept his muscles tense, least She try to break his back windows. She was still yelping and shrieking behind him. He siged in pure frustration as he turned down a familiar road.

What the heck had he just gotten himself into?

So, there you have it, my first chapter of my first Teen Titans chapter story! I hope I can finish it. Let me know what you guys think and I just might.