A.N.: 'sup people! I've returned, with part two of Not Alone Anymore. I know I said this would be a two-shot, but I changed my mind. I do have something of an explanation at the end of this chapter. I'll be honest, I don't think this fic is my best work, but, eh, maybe I'm just a sucker for punishment. Thus, lay it on me!

Thank you guys for the reviews for the first chapter. They convinced me that someone out there is reading my fics, and not just looking at the page number or something. And I promise, a new chapter for Time Stops is coming, it's just taking a while.

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Not Alone In My Head.

Archie scowled angrily at his bedroom wall. He had overreacted. That much was obvious. He knew he was usually impatient with Theresa, but this past week had been an especially hard one for her. Why couldn't he try to be nicer to her? She had never done anything horrible to him. Growling in frustration, the purple-hair teen pulled himself out of his bed. Maybe some air would help clear his head.

He stretched his spine slowly, letting his bones click into place. Grabbing his sweater and pulling it over his head, Archie started for the rooftop stairs, thinking of what had happened not an hour ago.

Flashback

He had been half asleep on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore his friends' laughter; they were all downstairs, watching some movie. Archie had begged out, not wanting to watch Atlanta and Neil make goo-goo eyes at each other. It was annoying that those two were dating, and it hurt sometimes, but he was learning to get used to it.

Besides, as long as Atlanta was happy with Neil, Archie wasn't going to try to change things just because of remnants of old feelings that still existed in the back of his heart. She had never wanted him, and Archie was moving on. He was a little glad that he had actually never dated Atlanta. Theresa and Jay had started out pretty happy, and look at them now. Separate, miserable, and bitter too. At least Jay was. Theresa had cut herself off from everyone else, and Archie was starting to worry about her (though he would never admit out loud).

Archie had been all alone on his bed, staring at the ceiling, absently thinking about giving in and joining the team for their movie, when suddenly, something changed. It was as if there was someone else in the room, or, more specifically in his head... The Warrior had sat up, frowning, and looked around the room in confusion, trying to ease his disquiet. He took a deep breath through his nose, trying to clear his head, when it clicked.

He could faintly smell something, something familiar and not entirely unwelcome. A faint aroma of baking and perfume combined together to swirl deliciously around his head. It took a grand total of two seconds to recognize the smell. Theresa. In his head. Invading his private thoughts. The snarl of anger, and the ensuing leap from his bed was nearly involuntary. Instinct had kicked in, and all he wanted to do was lash out. "Theresa! DAMN-IT!" his voice was loud and angry, and he hardly recognized it for his own.

Invasion! Attack! The only two thoughts charging around in his head spurred him out of his bedroom, down the hall and rocketing down the steps before his reasoning could kick in. By the time he'd reach the bottom of the steps, however, Reason came up, smacked him upside the head, and warned him that screaming at Theresa would get him no where and he needed to calm himself down.

Even with Reason knocking on his head, slowing him down, Archie was still going so quickly he nearly overshot the T.V. Room, and had to grab the door jamb to stop himself from sliding right past it. Scowling angrily at the world in general, he glared at his teammates, all of who were staring at him, looking at him like he had finally snapped and was going to murder them all without so much as a 'by your leave'.

Theresa was the only one standing, and she looked decidedly guilty, with her wide eyes, clenched fists, and generally 'I got caught' expression. The fact that Atlanta and Neil were sitting behind her, holding hands and staring up at Archie with twin wide eyed looks of alarm did nothing to improve his mood. He locked his eyes on Theresa, knowing if he focused on the Charm and the Huntress he would end up punching someone.

"I'm really not in the mood for this shit tonight Theresa." He stressed her name, growling at the Fighter angrily, his mood sinking lower as she shied away from him in fear. "I don't really care what's going on with you," A lie, but she didn't need to know that, "or how lonely or whatever you are," more lies. He did care, but that wasn't this issue at the moment, "Stay. Out Of. My. Head."

If he continued any longer, Archie knew he was going to blurt out something he would regret. So, without another word to the Fighter, or to anyone else, he whirled around and stomped back up the stairs, grumbling angrily to himself. Stupid! She was looking for help, or sympathy, or something, not someone who'll tear her head off. He reached his bedroom and slammed his door for good measure, though it didn't make him feel any better. You're such an ass Archie!

Slumping against his door, the Warrior glared at the wall, mentally kicking himself over and over. Then he registered the rapid thumping of feet rushing up the stairs. His eyebrows furrowing, Archie quickly pulled away from his door and opened it a crack, peering out into the hall. His eyes widened as he watched Theresa rush by his door, her long hair flying, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to hide her tears.

Guilt cheerfully punched Archie in the stomach, and as Theresa slammed her bedroom door shut, he felt most of his guts plummet to his feet, making him feel that much worse. So not what I had in mind for tonight... He quietly closed his door, and walked over to his bed. Sinking onto his comfortable sheets, Archie scowled at the wall. Wow, but did he overreact.

End Flashback

As Archie pulled open the rooftop door, he scowled to himself again. She barely did anything and I snap at her like an animal! His conscience was happily torturing him for what he had done to Theresa, and he knew he deserved it. She's hurting enough because of Jay, and you treat her worse than he ever did! He remembered when the two had been dating. Theresa had been in bliss, and even Archie couldn't put her in a bad mood while she and Jay were together.

But the relationship had ended, and though both Jay and Theresa were acting like nothing had ever happened between them, Archie could tell Theresa was hurting. And what do you do? You shove it in her face. Real nice Arch. Sighing in disappointment with himself, Archie walked slowly over to the patio chairs that the team left on the roof for themselves. She's your friend Archie. Why don't you learn to treat her like one?

Collapsing in one of the chairs with a groan the Warrior rubbed at his face with his hands, trying to empty his head. But his conscience took one last stab at him. You need to apologize to Theresa. Archie blinked at this thought. She's looking for a friend right now, and you know you're the only one who can really relate to her now! Scoffing at the thought of ever relating to Theresa, Archie rubbed his hands over his face, trying to push away his thoughts.

"Oh!" Archie's head snapped up, and standing above him, wide eyed and red faced, was Theresa. Archie half sat up, staring at the Fighter with a head-hurting mixute of alarm and concern. Her green eyes were bloodshot red from crying. She stammered out to him, "I-I didn't kn-know there was anyone else up here. I-I'll leave."

"No, no, you don't have to do that." Archie gestured to the chair beside him, and Theresa stubbornly shook her head, avoiding his eyes. She started to turn away, still refusing to look at him, her face a mask of pain. Archie's conscience took another swing at him. She's right there man! Don't you let her walk away! Shaking his head, Archie quickly got to his feet, "Theresa, wait."

To Be Continued!

A.N.: I've changed my mind. This was getting way to long to be just two chapters, so I chopped this one in half. Now it's a three-shot! I know, I know, I'm sorry. Please don't kill me. If you liked it, hated it, or if it make you hungry or angry or even sleepy, please let me know in the shape of a review! I'm off to finish off the third (and final!) chapter of this, then I'll finish Chapter 6 of Time Stops.

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