A fic!
Title: Grammar Nazi's
Author: TobiasDominik
Summary: Virgil just wanted him to look for spelling mistakes...
Spoilers: None!
Rating: G
Pairing: None. Gasp. I know. Well, I suppose if you squint and turn your head a bit, it's V/R-esque...
Warnings: Richie being a geek XD
Disclaimer: Static Shock belongs people who are not me. Shame on me. Shame.
Distribution: Aw, what the heck. Should anyone ever want it, take it with my blessing. And my name, hopefully. >.>
A/N: Written for aisu_iki Was going to draw a picture of Richie marking virgil's paper, but I haven't drawn in ages, so I wrote instead. It's short. I know. Woe. I promise something longer next time if you guys think I should. ^_^
"You can't be serious. The mistakes are tiny, Richie! The only person who'd ever catch them is you." Virgil's voice drifted out from behind the fridge door, and Richie rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair at their kitchen table.
"You have to use the correct grammatical term, Virgil. In the proper context." Virgil let out a snort, nudging the fridge door close with his elbow as he brought a plate of cold chicken and a can of pop to the table.
"What are you, the grammar nazi? This is just a report for the JL. I don't think thath Batman'll be grading it. Hmmm..." he pulled a thoughtful look, "Nope, pretty freaking sure he won't be." Richie snickered at the mental image of Batman, seated at a desk wearing glasses going over Virgil's report with a red pen, marking mistakes and deducting points. Virgil rolled his eyes, reaching to take the paper back.
"Hey, no, you wanted me to go over it. Let me go over it." Richie snatched the paper from Virgil's reach, and Virgil sighed, collapsing into his chair and opening his pop to take a sip. Minutes passed in silence, Richie's pen scratching across the paper and the sound of Virgil slurping his pop the only noise between them.
"You spelt Hispanic wrong. How is that even possible? Were you asleep when you wrote this?" Virgil made a face, flicking a piece of chicken at his companion. "I mean, you spelt ambidexterious right. What's so hard about Hispanic?" The blonde continued to correct things until he finally returned the paper to Virgil.
"Is it okay now, Adolf?" Virgil asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glanced at the sheet. Rows of red ink glared back at him, and he let out a snort as Richie recapped his pen.
"It's satisfactory, I suppose. It's the best I could do without completly rewriting it." the blonde stated, smirking. Virgil rolled his eyes, tucking his paper into his notebook to rewrite it later.
"Freaking Grammar Nazi."
Author: TobiasDominik
Summary: Virgil just wanted him to look for spelling mistakes...
Spoilers: None!
Rating: G
Pairing: None. Gasp. I know. Well, I suppose if you squint and turn your head a bit, it's V/R-esque...
Warnings: Richie being a geek XD
Disclaimer: Static Shock belongs people who are not me. Shame on me. Shame.
Distribution: Aw, what the heck. Should anyone ever want it, take it with my blessing. And my name, hopefully. >.>
A/N: Written for aisu_iki Was going to draw a picture of Richie marking virgil's paper, but I haven't drawn in ages, so I wrote instead. It's short. I know. Woe. I promise something longer next time if you guys think I should. ^_^
"You can't be serious. The mistakes are tiny, Richie! The only person who'd ever catch them is you." Virgil's voice drifted out from behind the fridge door, and Richie rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair at their kitchen table.
"You have to use the correct grammatical term, Virgil. In the proper context." Virgil let out a snort, nudging the fridge door close with his elbow as he brought a plate of cold chicken and a can of pop to the table.
"What are you, the grammar nazi? This is just a report for the JL. I don't think thath Batman'll be grading it. Hmmm..." he pulled a thoughtful look, "Nope, pretty freaking sure he won't be." Richie snickered at the mental image of Batman, seated at a desk wearing glasses going over Virgil's report with a red pen, marking mistakes and deducting points. Virgil rolled his eyes, reaching to take the paper back.
"Hey, no, you wanted me to go over it. Let me go over it." Richie snatched the paper from Virgil's reach, and Virgil sighed, collapsing into his chair and opening his pop to take a sip. Minutes passed in silence, Richie's pen scratching across the paper and the sound of Virgil slurping his pop the only noise between them.
"You spelt Hispanic wrong. How is that even possible? Were you asleep when you wrote this?" Virgil made a face, flicking a piece of chicken at his companion. "I mean, you spelt ambidexterious right. What's so hard about Hispanic?" The blonde continued to correct things until he finally returned the paper to Virgil.
"Is it okay now, Adolf?" Virgil asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glanced at the sheet. Rows of red ink glared back at him, and he let out a snort as Richie recapped his pen.
"It's satisfactory, I suppose. It's the best I could do without completly rewriting it." the blonde stated, smirking. Virgil rolled his eyes, tucking his paper into his notebook to rewrite it later.
"Freaking Grammar Nazi."