2nd Static Shock fic
Disclaimer: Mary/ High Voltage is mine. No body else, unless I make up some people. Does anybody know if Hotstreak/F-Stop/ Francis has a last name? Should I make one up? Will WB do it first? Should somebody else do it? Should his animator or voice actor do it? Should I stop asking questions and get on with the fic? Okay, yeah, the last one I can answer.
It was a typical day in Dakota. People were going to work. Kids were in school. Some people were on their lunch break. It was hot that day. The sun was out. It was a perfect day.
" Shock this Sparky!!!!"
Unless you were Static Shock and High Voltage. Then your day consisted of getting up for school, fooling nurses, getting out of school and the hospital, avoiding fireballs and locking away juveniles.
" I can't believe he's out again." H.V. said.
" I can't control the system. I can only put bad guys in jail." Static said.
" Stand still so I ca burn you!!" Hotstreak yelled.
" It's too hot for this." H.V. said.
" Whoa!" Virgil said dodging a fireball.
" No kidding." He said.
" I'll get his attention. You think of something to cool his jets with." She said.
" No problem." He said.
High Voltage started taunted Hotstreak; which, depending on your POV, was either very brave or very stupid.
" You couldn't hit Jennifer Lopez in the butt!!" She yelled.
" Oh you die!!" He yelled sending a fireball assault her way.
" Ay!!" She cried moving out of the line of attack.
She ducked as one whizzed by her head.
" Okay, how 'bout we don't do that again?" She said.
Static was looking for something to hit Hotstreak with.
" Gotta find something to knock him out with." He thought to himself.
He couldn't do anything he'd done before, Hotstreak wasn't THAT stupid.
" Let's see…something metal…. something metal…" He said searching frantically.
He scanned over the park. Most of the logical projectiles were burnt or buried. He finally settled on the smoldering park bench. He lifted it up and slammed it into the back of Hotstreak's head.
" Ah!" He cried.
Then he fell to the ground.
" A bench?!" H.V. said.
" It was the best I could do on such short notice." Static said.
They both touched down on the ground and carefully approached Hotstreak's body.
" Um, Static, why isn't he moving?" H.V. asked.
" He's unconscious." He said.
" I know that! But are you sure he's breathing?" She asked.
" Um…yeah? He said.
" Then why isn't he breathing?!" She said.
" I don't know!" He said.
" Oh my God! You killed Hotstreak! You-"
" I did not!! Go check!" He said.
" I'm not gonna touch him! What if he's dead?!" She said.
" Go find out!"
" I'm not gonna check him, you check him!"
" I'm not gonna check him!"
" Well I'M not gonna check him!"
The two continued to argue while the unconscious Hotstreak moved.
" Ah!!!" H.V. cried jumping behind Static.
" What?!" He asked looking around.
" He moved." She said pointing.
" You wuss. That means he's not dead." He said.
" Are you sure?" She asked.
" He's moving. Go see if he's alright." He said pushing her in front of him.
" Hey!" She cried.
High Voltage staggered forward. She looked back at Static unsure of what she was doing. He told her to go on. She knelt beside Hotstreak's body.
" Hey, you okay Hot Boy?" She whispered.
He groaned in pain.
" Ay!!" She cried scrambling to get up.
Hotstreak opened his eyes and looked around. Then he groaned and held the back of his head.
" Why does my head hurt?" He asked.
" Nice going Static! He's delirious!" H.V. said.
" He is not! Hotstreak, are you delirious?" He asked.
" I don't think so. Who's Hotstreak?" He said.
Disclaimer: Mary/ High Voltage is mine. No body else, unless I make up some people. Does anybody know if Hotstreak/F-Stop/ Francis has a last name? Should I make one up? Will WB do it first? Should somebody else do it? Should his animator or voice actor do it? Should I stop asking questions and get on with the fic? Okay, yeah, the last one I can answer.
It was a typical day in Dakota. People were going to work. Kids were in school. Some people were on their lunch break. It was hot that day. The sun was out. It was a perfect day.
" Shock this Sparky!!!!"
Unless you were Static Shock and High Voltage. Then your day consisted of getting up for school, fooling nurses, getting out of school and the hospital, avoiding fireballs and locking away juveniles.
" I can't believe he's out again." H.V. said.
" I can't control the system. I can only put bad guys in jail." Static said.
" Stand still so I ca burn you!!" Hotstreak yelled.
" It's too hot for this." H.V. said.
" Whoa!" Virgil said dodging a fireball.
" No kidding." He said.
" I'll get his attention. You think of something to cool his jets with." She said.
" No problem." He said.
High Voltage started taunted Hotstreak; which, depending on your POV, was either very brave or very stupid.
" You couldn't hit Jennifer Lopez in the butt!!" She yelled.
" Oh you die!!" He yelled sending a fireball assault her way.
" Ay!!" She cried moving out of the line of attack.
She ducked as one whizzed by her head.
" Okay, how 'bout we don't do that again?" She said.
Static was looking for something to hit Hotstreak with.
" Gotta find something to knock him out with." He thought to himself.
He couldn't do anything he'd done before, Hotstreak wasn't THAT stupid.
" Let's see…something metal…. something metal…" He said searching frantically.
He scanned over the park. Most of the logical projectiles were burnt or buried. He finally settled on the smoldering park bench. He lifted it up and slammed it into the back of Hotstreak's head.
" Ah!" He cried.
Then he fell to the ground.
" A bench?!" H.V. said.
" It was the best I could do on such short notice." Static said.
They both touched down on the ground and carefully approached Hotstreak's body.
" Um, Static, why isn't he moving?" H.V. asked.
" He's unconscious." He said.
" I know that! But are you sure he's breathing?" She asked.
" Um…yeah? He said.
" Then why isn't he breathing?!" She said.
" I don't know!" He said.
" Oh my God! You killed Hotstreak! You-"
" I did not!! Go check!" He said.
" I'm not gonna touch him! What if he's dead?!" She said.
" Go find out!"
" I'm not gonna check him, you check him!"
" I'm not gonna check him!"
" Well I'M not gonna check him!"
The two continued to argue while the unconscious Hotstreak moved.
" Ah!!!" H.V. cried jumping behind Static.
" What?!" He asked looking around.
" He moved." She said pointing.
" You wuss. That means he's not dead." He said.
" Are you sure?" She asked.
" He's moving. Go see if he's alright." He said pushing her in front of him.
" Hey!" She cried.
High Voltage staggered forward. She looked back at Static unsure of what she was doing. He told her to go on. She knelt beside Hotstreak's body.
" Hey, you okay Hot Boy?" She whispered.
He groaned in pain.
" Ay!!" She cried scrambling to get up.
Hotstreak opened his eyes and looked around. Then he groaned and held the back of his head.
" Why does my head hurt?" He asked.
" Nice going Static! He's delirious!" H.V. said.
" He is not! Hotstreak, are you delirious?" He asked.
" I don't think so. Who's Hotstreak?" He said.