Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Static Shock, nor do I own it's characters. I do own Alex...but he's a friggin jerk, so it doesn't matter.

Ti arno, ti arno, para ahora y algunavezmas

By H.M. Wood

Chapter 1:

Comienzo Pesadilla

Eighteen-year old Theresa Gonzales perched on the arm of her couch, smiling happily as the tinge of a blush spread across her honey-toned face.

A black-haired teenage boy sat beside her in the seat of the couch, rubbing a hand casually along Theresa's thigh while carefully watching her reaction.

"Hey baby…"

He began, staring intently into her shaded hazel eyes.

"Si?"

The black-haired boy shook his head in slight disapproval.

"Baby, you know better than that…you're a US chick now, you'll use the same lang' everyone else is."

Theresa lowered her head in apology.

"Sorry. What were you going to say?"

The boy's dark eyes flashed, though his grin alerted her that it was not anger he was expressing to her.

"It doesn't matter."

He reached over and grabbed her wrist, causing her to lost balance and topple on top of him. Still grinning, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply without giving her a chance to think about pulling away. Theresa sighed and closed her eyes, kissing him back. Her hands trailed along the line of his jawbone while hands of his own first tugged at and freed the ponytail at the back of her head, then ran his fingers through the softness of the brown hair that cascaded to her shoulders.

Theresa sighed again, this time in pleasure as his hands moved downward, as did his lips.

"Alexio…"

She murmured softly when his lips separated from hers, expecting it to have all been over right then.

"I love you, baby."

Alex muttered before moving his mouth downward to the crease in her neck and nipping at it roughly in a pleasurable punishment for using a Spanish reference to his name.

Theresa immediately corrected herself, her voice sharply rising in surprise,

"Alex!"

Alex nipped again and moved lower, his hands trailing down to the straps of Theresa's tank top, where he kept traveling lower to lift her shirt up over her head. Theresa's eyes opened and flickered as she reached out her hands to stop his.

"Alex…no."

She whispered firmly.

"No?"

Alex echoed, questioning her protest.

"We've been through this, baby. You're mine, remember? You let me do what I want."

Theresa shook her head and sat up, reaching up a hand to arrange her hair back into a ponytail. Alex's hands stopped her.

"We're not finished, baby."

"Alex…"

Theresa pleaded, imploring to him with her eyes. Alex ignored her and reached a hand behind her back, flipping the two of them over in one swift movement so that he was now positioned on top of her.

"We're. Not. Finished."

He restated firmly, moving his hands down to unbutton and remove Theresa's Levis Jeans. Her eyes widened. Planting her palms flat on his chest, she pushed in an attempt to shove him off her.

Alex merely grabbed both her wrists with a hand and held them above her head while he again locked lips with her. Theresa refused to kiss him back, sealing her lips closed in determination. Alex's eyes flashed again, and she could tell that this time he was angered.

The back of his hand rapidly swept across the side of her face in a slap. Theresa gasped; he had never hit her before. Her cheek stinging with the blow of his impact, she frowned and quickly swung her legs up over the edge of the couch and delivered a swift kick to Alex's gut. Alex released his hold on Theresa's wrists and gasped for breath. She took her chance and darted off the couch, running for the door of the apartment. Not looking where she was going, she tipped on an empty liquor bottle and plummeted to the floor. Alex, soon recovering from the shock due to Theresa's kick, dove off the couch after her. Theresa scrambled back to her feet and threw the door open, sprinting out of her apartment.

She could hear Alex's footsteps on hot pursuit behind her, but she didn't look back, even after he called for her to stop. Dashing down the steps of her apartment complex, she frantically looked around for which way to go. She continued straight, in the direction of the Dakota City docks.

"Dammit, stop running! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

The tone of his voice behind her more than betrayed his words.

Theresa heard a loud 'oomph' as Alex made a lunge for her but missed and fell as she sidestepped out of his reach. Out of breath, Theresa stopped at the docks and hid behind a stack of crates just in case Alex was still chasing her.

Screams suddenly erupted from the muffled city noises, and Theresa knew something was terribly wrong. A huge 'bang' was heard from behind her, and she turned around to see clouds of thick purple gas racing toward her. Her eyes widened, a scream escaping her lips.

The purple gas collided with her, filling her lungs as she inhaled it and passed out.

A/N: Um…in case we don't know Spanish here…

Ti arno, ti arno, para ahora y algunavezmas—I love you, I love you, for now and evermore.

Comienzo Pesadilla—Beginning Nightmare

Si—Yes.