I'm sorry it's taken so long guys, but normally I already have stories written out completely, but this one is only in the planning stages, so I can't just upload chapters. sigh That's why it's taking so long. Forgive me? Please? And thanx for the reviews. :hug:

STORY:

"How is she doctor?" Virgil asked the white-coated, older gentleman as he opened the door, regarding the clip-board.

"We think she'll be okay," he said, walking up to Virgil, who had signed as "next of kin", and put that he was distantly related. VERY distantly related. His mother had been called, though, because she was his legal guardian, and therefore she automatically became her legal guardian...well, at least until the courts got involved. Of course, Virgil had no intention of sticking around that long. "We've been studying her DNA," the doctor continued "and several samples. They simply melt in light...it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen." He shook his head. "If we figure it out, it could be a major breakthrough...and we have people working on a cure for her as well, seeing as she'll probably need it sooner than the other Bang Babies." Virgil nodded. "If you hadn't told us about her sensitivity to light, I don't think we would have known in time to save her. She's had severe emotional and physical trauma, although we can't find any long-lasting effects." He scratched his head.

"Is she conscious?" the African-American asked. The doctor nodded.

"Yes, and stable. You may visit her if you would like."

"Thanks, Doc." The doctor had one of the nurses escort him to the room. A large, material curtain had been temporarily taped over the deep door way, to create a second barrier, keeping her room lightless. Virgil thanked the nurse, and stepped through the make-shift curtain and opened the door.

"Marci?" he called softly and walked into the room.

"What are you doing here?" he heard her voice and walked in the general direction.

"I found you in the middle of the hall, and didn't know what else to do," he replied. "I didn't know how to get ahold of the Nightbreed, and this was the next best thing." He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness so he could find a chair or something to sit on.

"Oh," she replied. "Thanks, I guess. Can you get me my clothes back?"

"Huh?" Virgil found the edge of her bed, and rested his hands on the cool, metal railing.

"I just need them," she said. "Okay?"

"Look," Virgil sighed, "I don't know what's going on, but all of this started when I tried to stop you from falling onto the tracks."

"Oh, that's what you were doing," She said coldly.

"I'm a Super Hero. That's what I do," Virgil defended. "I save people."

"So what exactly has been happening to you?" she scoffed. Virgil started tapping his foot, getting a little tired of her attitude.

"Well, I'm now in a reality where I'm known as a criminal, and apparently I've switched places with the Vir–Static that lives here." He stopped from saying his name, just in case she was able to get them back. He still wanted a secret identity if he could help it.

"That's it?" she laughed mirthlessly. "You have it easy."

"How do I have it easy?" Virgil asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice from rising.

"Look, I didn't know how my powers worked before," she looked up at him through the darkness. "But now I think that I was able to put things into a space BETWEEN dimensions. It would explain why I always needed so much energy to open a portal. Anyway, my ability kicks in when I panic, like most bang babies I know. So when you shot all that energy around me, my body absorbed it, and I opened a larger portal than normal. It actually connected two different dimensions." She stopped and shook her head.

"And because I was connected to you, you dragged me with here with you." She looked down, and nodded. Virgil finally found a chair in the corner of the room and dragged it over to her bedside. "So why were we stuck here?" he pressed, looking at her intently.

"I don't know," she shook her head. "I've been going insane because I'm split between both worlds. I am Stock in both dimensions, and there is no one to take my place. Maybe it creates some kind of vacuum or something, but I keep getting sucked between the worlds. Apparently they're still connected." She glanced over at him. In the darkness, he could see her amber eyes regard him, and he saw the hidden fear and anger behind those eyes. "Maybe there couldn't be two Static's in both worlds, and because you and I were still connected, as soon as you entered this world, the other guy was forced out. I really wish I knew more about what's going on...but all I know, is that while I'm being dragged from world to world, there is a point where I'm actually split between both dimensions...and I'm physically in both worlds at the same time, even if they can't see me" Virgil sat back in his chair, and let out a long, low whistle.

"I can see why that would start to get to you," he said. She shook her head and glared over at him.

"You have no idea. The sensory perception alone is overwhelming, let alone the interaction and placement. It's always in the same place in both worlds, which is why I need my clothing. I seriously doubt that they'll let me leave here, and when I get sucked back into the other world, I'm pretty sure they won't have a darkened room here."

"So you have no idea what's going on there right now?" Virgil asked. She shook her head. "Alright," he let out a breath, "We'll find a way to reverse it."

"How?" she asked.

"I don't know," he grinned and opened his Shock Vox. "But I'm still connected to someone he does. I'll have to go outside to use this, but we'll think of something."

"What time is it?" she looked around. "I don't see a clock in here."

"Can you see very well?" Virgil asked.

"Just like a cat." The dark-skinned teenager groaned inside.

"So you've seen my face..." She glanced over at him.

"If you can get all of this to stop, your secret will be safe with me...I promise." He nodded and stood up.

"Then I'll do what I can," he placed the chair back in the corner. "Actually, I would have tried my best anyway." She watched him walk to the door, when he turned and addressed her one final time.

"Do you know when you'll be taken back? To the other world, I mean." She shook her head.

"I haven't exactly had the presence of mind to begin timing things."

"You tripped me up around 7:54 this morning. When you feel your 'switch' thing, try and get the time. It may give us the information we need." She nodded as he opened the door and walked out. Now she stared around her dark room, thoughts running through her head. Stories that Nightingale had told her about how they could trust Static. She remembered her own response.

"I'll never trust an above-grounder again!" Maybe she had been wrong, because Nightingale was definitely right.