This is my first time writing FanFiction. I decided to write my first fanfiction piece on my new favorite show "Hit the Floor." I recently stumbled across this show and realized they were showing a marathon of Season 1. It was so juicy and has all of my favorite elements (dancing, suspense, romance, comedy) that I ended up watching the entire season in one day. I chose HTF as my first fanfic because I became so engrossed with Ahsha's and Derek's character and their storyline. My story focuses on the "Lights Out" episode from Season 1 when Ahsha gets trapped in an elevator with Derek, which is my all-time favorite episode from Season 1. They have so much chemistry, and although I didn't want her with him in the beginning, I started shipping them shortly after this episode. They're my new favorite couple, and hopefully I can write more about them from Derek's point of view as well, especially since I don't see a lot of fanfiction for this show.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hit the Floor. No copyright infringement intended. I am just a huge fan who wanted to write fanfiction centered around my favorite couple. James LaRosa is the creator of this fabulous show and is doing a fantastic job of giving the fans (and shippers) what we want.

Becoming Undone

I took a deep breath to calm down my nerves as I sat in my car replaying the fight I had this morning with German. Maybe I went too far when I accused German of treating me like a whore, but the thought of him spending $5,000 of his savings on a bracelet to compete with a millionaire ball player made my head hurt. After almost four years together, he should know that another man could never buy my love. Still, I felt bad about our fight and hated how things went down between us.

I reached into my pocket to see if he texted me but I couldn't find my cell phone. After frantically searching every area of my car, I realized I had left it on the counter and forgot to grab it before I stormed out. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. I needed to get my mind clear before practice. When did my life get so complicated?

The sound of a car alarm snapped me out of my trance. The clock on the dashboard told me I had less than ten minutes to get to practice, so I threw on my jacket and made a dash for it. I couldn't afford walk into practice late and have the wrath of Jelena raining down hail and making my day any worse, which seemed pretty much impossible at this point.

I sprinted toward the elevators in the lobby, relieved to see that there was one on the way up and nobody else waiting around to get on. I managed to slide through the elevator doors just as they were closing. A decision I immediately regretted as soon as the doors shut and I turned around and locked eyes with Derek Roman, the last person I wanted to see.

I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes, reminding myself that it was a short elevator ride to the seventh floor.

Derek leaned against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He narrowed his dark brown eyes at me. "What's wrong with you? Have a fight with your boyfriend?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes harder this time. "You're the last person I'm talking relationship problems with."

His raised his eyebrow, his signature smirk growing wider. "Oh, so there are problems?"

I didn't know what bothered me more—the fact that I had slipped up and admitted that German and I were having problems or that Derek seemed to already know and found the situation amusing.

I bit my lip to refrain myself from telling him to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. Derek had a way of getting under my skin unlike anyone else, and I hated that he knew that. I would bet money that he enjoyed it too.

"What? Are you giving me the silent treatment now?"

After my crazy morning, I realized I didn't have the energy to deal with Derek today. As I moved closer to the button panel to get off on the next floor, the lights flickered and shut off as the elevator came to a screeching halt. I felt myself beginning to panic. I couldn't afford to miss rehearsal, and I didn't have my phone to let anyone know my whereabouts. My day was going from bad to worse in a downhill spiral that I had no control over. And to make matters worse, I was stuck against my will with the one person who had caused the drama between me and German this morning.

I placed my hands on my head and groaned. "Please tell me this is a joke. I feel like I'm in a nightmare."

"I thought being stuck with Derek Roman in an elevator was most women's fantasy."

I pressed the emergency button at least ten times before giving up.

"Once you're done getting off on yourself, maybe you can help me figure out a way to get out of here."

"Not working?"

I glared at him. "No, it was. I just had the quietest conversation ever."

He shrugged. "Hey, don't take your fight with your big baller boyfriend out on me."

"We did not have a fight," I snapped.

The corners of his mouth turned up when he looked at me. "It was about the dance, huh?"

I sighed, not knowing how much longer I could ignore his sarcastic comments. I reached in my pocket as if my phone would magically appear. I hated being stuck somewhere without it.

"Ugh. I left home so fast, I left my phone there."

"Mmmm. You stormed out because of the fight."

"Where's your phone?"

"I left it in my locker."

I looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder if there is a way to get out of here. Maybe I can climb out."

Derek laughed. "Calm down Laura Croft. They can't have a game without me. They'll find us."

"Well what are we supposed to do we do until then?"

"Be patient and wait. Looks like it's just a blackout. The lights and elevator will be back on and running soon. Nothing's going to happen to you with me here. You're safe."

A few seconds of silence passed before Derek looked over at me and winked. "He was crazy jealous, wasn't he?"

I turned away from him and let out a scream, trying hard to block out his laughter in the background. I hated that he knew about my fight with German without me having to tell him. I hated how he knew when something was wrong with me. And I especially hated how his sudden act of philanthropy to give $100,000 to dance with me had sparked so much drama in my relationship with German.

I was just starting to hate being around Derek. Period.

I jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Look Ahsha, I'm just trying to have a little fun. Chill out."

I turned around to face him. "Well if you haven't noticed or got the memo, I'm just not in the mood today."

"Are you ever?" He unzipped his hoodie and threw it on the floor, revealing a black wife beater that showed off muscles that made women swarm around him like thirsty bees looking for honey. I was far from thirsty. Derek tried to impress me with that body on the first day we met but it got him nowhere. Sure, he had a nice body and was really attractive, but Derek's body, money, fancy cars and gigantic house never impressed me. I really believed that his cockiness was just a front to mask his insecurities. Nobody could really be that arrogant naturally.

"Relax." He slid down to the floor, his eyes still on me. "You know what they say. Santa Annas are baby makers."

"Whatever," I mumbled, as I sat on the floor next to him. The heat was starting to get to me. I could feel the sweat forming on the back of my neck. I regretted throwing on my black sweatpants this morning, but at least I wore the perfect shirt for the heat. I ignored Derek's stare as he watched me pull off my hoodie, which revealed my dancer's crop top. I placed my hoodie on the floor on top of his.

"It's been almost one hundred years. I thought someone would be looking for you by now. I thought you were important."

"Oh trust me. Someone's looking hard."

"I'm not talking about one of your groupies."

He laughed. "Why do you always have to go there?"

I shrugged. "Why not? Do you not notice who you're always around? You make it so easy."

He stopped laughing and looked at me. "What I said earlier? About this being like a dream? It's okay. You can admit it. As you can see, no one's here but us." He lowered his voice. "I won't tell anyone."

I ignored him and looked at the elevator door.

"Okay well I'll admit it. I think about you. I thought about-"

A vibrating sound made him stop mid-sentence.

"What's that?" I asked.

I stared at Derek in disbelief as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, the same one he had just lied to me about leaving in his locker. I heard a female's voice from the other end as Derek started defending himself and answering questions about his whereabouts. Listening to him justifying his behavior to one of his many whores that he flaunted around town disgusted me. Sure he had no problem lying to me about not having his phone when I wanted to call for help but he had the audacity to answer it for some chick he probably just met the night before.

I took a deep breath and tried to block out his conversation, but the longer he talked, the angrier I became. It was bad enough that I left my phone at home, but now I had to listen to Derek have a heated discussion with one of his groupies. I wasn't up for it. I reached over and grabbed the phone out of his hand and ended the call.

"What the hell? You said you left your phone in your locker."

Derek's eyes widened. "That doesn't give you the right to hang up on my calls."

"No, it does give me the right because I'm not about to sit here and listen to you have a dumb fight with some dumb girl."

"That wasn't some dumb girl. That was my mother."

"Oh." I looked down at my hands, feeling only slightly bad that I hung up on his mom. But I was still upset that he lied to me about not having his phone. It's like he wanted to use this situation to his advantage to keep me to himself.

"So why would you lie about not having your phone? What did you think? That I was going to just do you right here in the elevator?"

I stood up and tried to move as far away from him as possible, but he jumped up and followed me.

"Fine. You know what Ahsha? Yea, I want you. So just deal with it."

I threw his phone on the floor. "There. I dealt with it."

Derek looked at his phone and then back at me in disbelief several times before moving. He picked up his cracked phone and glared at me.

"Do you know how many numbers I had on this phone?"

"I'm sure your phone has herpes."

He sighed as he put his phone in his back pocket. If I wasn't so irritated, I would have found his pouting amusing. "Don't be a million dollar baby. You get everything you want. You won't die without your phone."

"I may be a million dollar baby that gets everything I want, but you're a dancer that doesn't know how to have fun."

"Says who?"

"Says me. Look every time I see you, you're stressed the hell out."

"And every time I see you, you're pretending to be someone you're not."

He folded his arms across his chest. "You don't even know what you're talking about."

I cleared my throat and rubbed my hands together. "Well hello ladies. I'm a fan of a whole lot of things. You want me to dance, I'll dance for you," I mimicked, performing my best Derek Roman impersonation of all the ridiculous pickup lines I've heard since I ran into him at the Devil Girl's tryout a few months ago. "You and your stupid pickup lines, your stupid grand entrances, your dollar store hookers hanging on each of your stupid arms, your ridiculous oil paintings and your popping bottles…it's all to cover your insecurities. Insecurities that you can't hide from when you walk off this elevator and go home to your great, big stupid empty house."

By the time I finished reading Derek, his confident smirk had turned into a frown and he was looking down at the floor in silence. I suddenly felt bad for mostly everything I said, even though I knew there was some truth to it. And judging by his reaction, I was right. Derek wasn't used to people telling him the truth. Hard to do when you constantly surround yourself around "yes" men. Or gold diggers in his case.

"Look Derek, I didn't…I really didn't mean to…"

He held up his hand to silence my stammering apology. When he finally looked at me again, his face was still twisted up in a frown.

Bingo. It looked like I had hit a sore spot. I probably should have let it go, but I couldn't. This was Derek without his arrogant façade, and I didn't know when, and if, I'd ever see it again.

"The whole no pictures of your family in your house? When I asked you, you told me whatever. You said you and your mom were cool. Were you lying?"

He shook his head. "Don't."

"You were just arguing with her."

"Ahsha…" He scratched the back of his head, clearly showing he was uncomfortable. His firm tone almost made me stop pressing the issue but I couldn't stop, even though I felt like I just stepped into an area that was off-limits.

"We're stuck on an elevator. Why not talk about it?"

"Because… I…. don't…. want… to."

"Well I do. Be honest for once in your life. Just try it."

"You're trying to be captain save-a-hoe, but I'm not some dude you need to save," he snapped, the words tumbling out of his mouth at a rapid speed as he moved closer to me. "I'm a dude you want to have sex with but you can't handle it."

I took a step back. "I do not."

"Look, you be honest," he yelled, taking another step toward me. "Admit it. Admit that you want me. You've wanted me from the minute you saw me just like I wanted you."

I scowled at his arrogance. "Your ego is so unreal. Your head is so far up your…"

Before I could finish my rant, Derek grabbed my face and pressed his lips hungrily against my mouth. I closed my eyes, frozen in a state of shock while his soft lips caressed mine.

My eyes flew open once the shock wore off and reality set it and reminded me that Derek Roman's lips were touching mine. I pushed him away and wiped my mouth off with my hand, making sure he saw the disgusted look on my face.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I reached down to grab my hoodie and used it to wipe off my forehead. I looked up to find Derek's eyes all over me. His intense stare made me want to look away, yet I couldn't.

"My life may be a show. I may have ridiculous oil paintings and insecurities. But you want me."

I challenged his gaze. "I never said that."

Derek leaned in closer to me, his signature smirk slowly returning. "You just did."

Before I could respond, the lights came on and the elevator started moving again.

We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before the elevator chime went off. As soon as the doors opened, I ran out of the elevator and down the hall. It didn't even matter that I almost knocked over Jelena along the way. I just needed to get as far away from Derek Roman as possible.

I ducked into the first bathroom I saw and splashed cold water on my face to cool off. I felt disgusted and angry as I examined my face in the mirror. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped off my mouth again. And again. But a part of me knew that no matter how many times I tried to wipe away the kiss, I would still be able to taste and feel Derek's lips on mine. And even though Derek had kissed me and I had stopped it, what had happened in the elevator could never be undone.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to clear my thoughts. I had to pull it together. I had a game in a few hours. And I would have to eventually go home and face German tonight. I couldn't let Jelena or German know that anything was wrong.

I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"Come on, Ahsha. Get it together," I said out loud.

I took another deep breath. As much as I wanted to be left alone, I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever.

Besides, it was almost showtime.