(A/N)- Wow. I can't believe this only took a couple hours to write up. Then again, I did have it somewhat planned out from forever ago. (You'll recognize this one, sis.) A lot of self-referential humor in this one. I've been reading TVTropes too much. I feel like such a geek.

Disclaimer: I own Becky Wilder and the idea for the TV show she stars in. But sadly I do not own Argent or Hot Spot or Teen Titans. Darn.


First Act Twist

Argent sat with her eyes glued to the screen, leaning forward, literally on the edge of her seat. She was catching up on episodes of her favorite TV show-Becky Wilder: Teenage Spy-in the main room. It was late-past eleven actually-so she'd turned the volume down and pulled up a chair close to the TV so she wouldn't disturb the boys, who were probably asleep or getting ready to sleep by now.

The titular heroine of the series was currently on the trail of a notorious mob boss known as The Finch, a frequently recurring minor villain. Argent had been looking forward to this episode for ages. Rumor had it that the big bad of the first two seasons and Wilder's longtime arch nemesis, Death Dealer, would be back, having somehow survived the fall from the Lancey Building in the season finale. Argent was both thrilled and terrified at the prospect. On the one hand, Death Dealer was an amazing villain; cold, calculating, brilliant, smoothly charming. (She blamed it on his sexy voice.)

On the other, the man scared the bejeezers out of her. She still couldn't manage to watch episode 15 without feeling a primal urge to cower underneath her chair and whimper pitifully.

She straightened and switched her attention back to the screen. Becky Wilder was snooping around a warehouse. Apparently it had a back room where Finch and his mobsters were meeting or something. But all of a sudden she whirled around and looked into the darkness.

Argent leaned in closer.

Now she could hear faint shuffling noises coming from the speakers. That was what had attracted the heroine's attention.

Her heart started pounding. This could be it!

Miss Wilder's gaze circled around the warehouse warily a few minutes. The shuffling noises continued in the background. Becky warily called out, "Who's there?"

All of a sudden-

"Argent?"

Argent jumped, gave a rather unladylike shriek, and toppled neatly from her chair.

Hot Spot cringed at the thumping noise she made when she hit the floor. "Sorry!" He rushed over to her side and held out a hand to help her up. "You okay?"

She took his hand and slowly stood up, eyes wide, holding a hand to her chest to quiet her still rapidly beating heart. "Bloody heavens Hot Spot! I was right before th' first act twist! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!"

He mumbled another apology as he dropped her hand, giving her a quizzical gaze. "What are you doing up so late anyway?" he asked.

She waved a hand at the TV. "Catching up on BW: TS episodes. Since the crime rate's hit a slow jot I thought I'd take advantage of the break. I'm about 'alfway through Season Three now."

"Cool." he acknowledged, crossing over to the TV and staring down at it. "I think that's been the best one yet."

She tilted her head a bit. "Really? I was rather fond of the first season's writing. Fast-paced with a lot of clever humor. This season seems a little too darker and slower for my taste." She came and stood next to him, watching the screen. "Though the romance has gotten decidedly better." she muttered.

He shot her a teasing grin. "What? You didn't like Becky/Phycus date?"

She punched his arm. "He was a supervillain!"she protested, eyes flashing in annoyance at the notion. "She only went on the date so 'e wouldn't release those giant super-intelligent ivy things!"

"I dunno." he shrugged, sitting down on the couch in front of the television. "Some girls go for the bad boy type."

Argent joined him on the couch, propping her feet on the low coffee table in front of them. "Phycus strikes me as more of a nerd than a bad boy." Her face scrunched. "And I don't like good girl/bad boy romances anyway." she added, crossing her arms grouchily.

Hot Spot slung his arm over her shoulder absent-mindedly. "Yeah." he said, nodding. "Jason's been a much better match for her."

She smiled and leaned in against him. "Glad we agree on that."

He returned her smile as he reached for the remote to turn up the volume. He clicked it up a few notches before settling back down. "They're a lot like us in a way."

She twisted her head towards him, puzzled look on her face. "How so?" she asked.

"Well, they're already friends and they're really comfortable around each other." he explained. "They tease each other a lot too." He let his eyes rest on her pale face as she looked up at him. "And they have those really awkward moments where they can sense some kind of romantic tension between them but they try to play it off like…" He stopped. In the dim blue light of the TV he thought he could see her silver-white cheeks taking on a shade of pink.

She's blushing? he wondered. Why's she…

…he suddenly felt very awkward.

"Like… um…" Was he sweating? He felt heat in his cheeks at any rate. He coughed. They both averted their gaze. "Not that… you know…"

"Right." she confirmed hastily.

Needing a distraction, they turned their attention back to the program. After a few minutes, watching what appeared to be a fight between Wilder and a bunch of faceless mooks, Hot Spot squinted his eyes at the screen and said hesitantly, "So… what exactly is going on?"

Argent's eyebrows furrowed. "No idea." she said, reaching for the remote in order to rewind the tape back to where she'd been interrupted. She punched the button and slanted a glance at her companion. "You sure you're up for this? I'm still really behind on the episodes and it's already past eleven."

That might have been, but Hot Spot would be an idiot if he didn't take advantage of a late-night TV marathon on the couch with Argent when the other boys were all asleep. "I like this show." he said flatly, trying not to betray any emotion.

Her eyes lit up and she pointed a triumphant accusatory finger his way. "Ha! I've corrupted you, haven't I?"

"No comment." He'd let her think that. He suppressed a grin as she settled back next to him and pressed play. They leaned against each other's shoulders and lost themselves in the haring adventures of Becky Wilder.