Hello. First off I have to say, this idea is not orignal to me. I saw the fanfiction InuGurl107 is doing, 100 Theme Challenge, hers is about VirgilRichie, so I decided to do one about SpecsTrapper. The challenge is by Caenai-Gyoesari on deviantart.

To anyone wondering where my other fics went, they are coming back I have the next chapter for both almost finished. I just need to write this or the other fics would have turned to SpecsTrapper.

Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock or anything related.

Trapper had no last name. As far as he was concerned he was born from a rock, or a super computer if he could have his way. He had been in the orphanage for as long as he could remember, which wasn't long considering he was only five-years-old, and he was miserable. The food was bad, the nuns in charge were mean, and everything was boring. There was only one computer, and he was sure it had come out of the stone age. (The few visits to the city library had taught him how great technology could be.) Trapper couldn't relate to any of the other children at the orphanage, even the older ones weren't on his level. The one time he had tried to take the lonely computer apart and rebuild it, the nuns had sent him to his room with no dinner after paddling.

Trapper had been for a long time now contemplating running away, but had not gotten up the guts to leave behind the mediocre occasional food and the somewhat comfortable bed. This night, however, he had finally made up his mind that he had had enough. He was leaving. He had all his bags packed, well one bag with three t-shirts and two pairs of pants, and he had all his plans made and safely stored in his head.

He was all prepared, when something he didn't expect happened; he was assigned a roommate. In the five years he had been at the orphanage, Trapper had never had a roommate. He was too easily aggravated and too volatile in his moods that any roommate that he had had since he was able to walk was immediately removed. Why was it that those stupid nuns thought they could give him a roommate now?

"This will be your new room mate, Mr. Trapper." The ladies dressed in black said pushing a small brunette boy in his direction. "Play nice now."

The new boy had glasses, pale skin, and short brown hair with short bangs. As soon as the nuns had left Trapper regarded the other boy with disgust and waved his hand walking away.

"Just stay out of my way, specs, and there wont be any trouble."

"My names not specs, it's-"

"I don't care." Trapper growled laying down on his bed, crossing his arms, and attempting to sleep so he would be able to sneak out when everyone else had gone to bed.

After about half an hour of attempting to sleep, Trapper got up to discover what the constant beeping was that was keeping him awake. He noticed the noise was coming from the top bunk and assumed it must be the new kid.

"Hey! Keep it down up there!" He shouted annoyed.

The brunette boy mumble something like "you keep it down" or some other lame protest, but the sound did decrease so he was satisfied.

"What are you doing up there anyway?" Trapper was still curious. Beeping noises didn't just come out of no where.

"Game boy, " the bespectacled boy said lethargically, as if Trapper had ever been able to even come close to one. Not that he was really into games, but technology was technology.

He shot out of his bed standing on the side to see onto the top bunk. "Let me see!" he said attempting to snatch the console out of the other boys hands.

The brunette held it to the side opposite Trapper so that he would not be able to get it. "Why should I?" He asked turning on his side towards the game boy in order to continue playing.

"Because I've been here longer, so everything in this room belongs to me."

"No it doesn't."

Trapper didn't take no very well and climbed on the bed to take the game by force.

The two boys fought for several minutes over the small game system, neither giving ground used to being dominate. After a while, Trapper gave in exhausted.

"Why won't you give it to me?" Trapper said through clenched teeth.

"It's not yours." the brunette said equally angry.

"Stupid specs. Why do you even have to be here?" Trapper mumbled climbing down from the top bed.

The question was rhetorical, but the boy felt the need to answer it anyway. "I don't want to be here either. My parents were killed in gang wars. Now I have to be here, so deal with it."

Trapper lay back down on his bed. He couldn't leave until he got that game boy...maybe he would steal it tonight and escape tomorrow night.

The new boy, who Trapper had by now dubbed 'Specs', had not put his game boy down the rest of the day. He had even fallen asleep with it in his hands. This presented a problem to Trapper's plans, but a small one at most. He did not expect the other boy to leave his game boy for long, even while asleep, so he was prepared to slip to console out of the brunettes hands.

When he was positive Specs had gone to sleep, he quietly and slowly climbed onto the bed above him. The small boy was lying on his left side facing the wall with the game console cuddled to his chest like most kids do with a doll.

Trapper didn't think twice. He grabbed the game boy and slowly started worming out of it's owners arms. This did not last long; as soon as Trapper had started moving the small piece of technology, Specs tightened his grip on it. There was obviously no way he was going to let go.

'A light sleeper.' Trapper thought leaning back and huffing.

"Why do you want it so bad?" The semi-sleeping boy mumbled not bothering to open his eyes.

Trapper was taken aback. "Because...because I love technology."

"So do I, and it's mine." Specs pulled the game boy closer to himself.

"You could at least let me see it." Trapper said. Now he really was just curious about the function of the toy.

"Look, you can see it." Specs said sitting up, "but you can't have it."

"Okay." Trapper said eagerly grabbing it as Specs held it to him.

As soon as the console was in his possession, Trapper had it turned on and was exploring it's many applications.

"What's this?" The young boy said turning the screen so the other could see it.

On the screen there was a black background with white letters, numbers, and symbols covering the foreground.

"How did you find that?" Specs asked almost a little afraid if not angry.

"I just...it's on the game boy." Trapper said a little confused.

"No!" Specs yelled, then calmed himself a little. "I mean not on most. I made it."

"It's a design for an A.I. robot made out of basic house hold items, isn't it?" Trapper said studying the formula further.

"Yeah." Specs sighed, "but it's not done. I don't know how to connect the circuit boards that make it move to the ones that make it think without compromising either one."

Trapper gawked at him for several minutes before Specs had had enough. He grabbed the game boy back and said, "I'm going to bed."

"Wait. Hold on." Trapper grabbed Specs arm effectively keeping him from lying back down.

"What?" Specs growled.

"Not even I can do that. How?"

"I don't know. I just can." Specs said.

"Can I help you build it?" Trapper asked leaning forward almost desperate.

"Build what?"

"The A.I. robot."

"If you let me sleep." Specs said pulling his arm away and laying back down.

"Deal." Trapper said climbing down to his own bed. 'I guess I can wait a little longer to leave.' Trapper thought drifting to sleep.