First One-shot!
Title: Anniversary
Author: Jennybird
Rating: PG
Characters: Virgil and Richie
Disclaimer: Man, if I owed this stuff, the finale of Static Shock would have been Virgil and Richie kissin'. They were not, so.... they're not mine.
Author's notes: uhm.... I don't know. I like Virichie love. Beware my fangirl powers.
He chewed on his dark bottom lip for a moment, setting the flowers beside the grave marker. He was scared, but telling his mother would make it easier to tell Sharon and his dad.
“You remember Richie, right?” He sighed, smooth, Virg. “Of course you do. He's been my best friend since the beginning of time. We watched Land Before Time together. You were always great to him. He liked you, Mom.”
The superpowered teen looked away, his eyes glazing over with memory. He and Richie had been fighting crime together for about two years now, opposites in so many ways, but joined with a bond that people could not describe.
“Richie's gotten really smart, I guess I didn't really know that I affected him when I came over after the explosion. But I'm glad he did. It sounds selfish, I know, but I got lonely flying through the streets, even with Richie on the Shock Box. The thing is, I never realized how close we have become. Really, mom. It scared me.”
A few days ago....
“Seriously, Virg, we can't trust Talon, she was one of the first Ebon henchmen.” Richie had some thick goggles on that he used when he was working on small gadgetry.
“Come on, she's changed since she got a taste to be normal.” The African-American seventeen-year-old rocked in a chair that didn't sound all that sturdy. “She wants help, and she wants to help.”
“You're being dense, V. You can't just trust people just because they say that they've changed.”
“You have to understand, mom, that this was the fifth time that he and I had talked about this.” Virgil interrupted his own story, leaning back on his hands, staring up at the sky, thinking about what had happened. “And Rich was frustrating me, and after awhile of arguing, and him being dense and close-minded, I kinda said something inappropriate.”
“Rich, you're being just like your dad!” Virgil spat, shoving his friend enough to get him angry. The black teenager was very aware of his friend's “buttons”.
The blond suddenly stopped working, frozen for a moment, shocked that Virgil would even say something like that. Quickly as Virgil's words had been spoken, Virgil felt Richie's fist colliding with his cheek.
Virgil fell back slightly from the impact. Timidly, he touched the corner of his mouth to make sure that his mouth wasn't bleeding or he hadn't lost a tooth. When he was sure this hadn't happened, his eyebrows lowered and he looked straight at Richie, standing tall and panting. He rushed toward the other young man, hitting him back in the stomach, and followed the punch with another. Richie fought back, getting his own good hits in.
Finally, Rich shoved his friend away, looking down his nose at the African-American hero, he was breathing hard, a sure sign of anger. When Virgil stood back up, ready for another round of hitting each other, Richie took two steps forward, his body threatening to hit his friend again, but he stopped with his fist raised, right next to Virgil, his eyes wide under his glasses.
“It was so strange.” Virgil by this time was hunched over, picking at the grass with his fingers, staring hard at his mom's headstone. “He could have hit me, and I could have hit him. We could have gotten so beat up from that. But neither of us moved. We were just there, and I watched Richie, scared he was going to throw a punch while my defenses were down. I've never felt anything like it before.”
Richie's fist lowered, and he took one more step closer, his lips pressing hard against Virgil's. It was only for a second, and Virgil pushed him away, getting a heavy breath in, unsure of what had happened. Richie took a few steps back, getting a comfortable distance, pushing his glasses up further on his nose to hide his embarrassment. Virgil stood in shock. It hadn't been a passionate kiss, but it was still a kiss. Face-to-face intimacy. His stomach twisted, his big brown eyes wide at Richie. And his friend was staring back, looking half afraid and half shocked, like he wasn't even sure what he had just done.
And Virgil moved over, and kissed him right back. This time, it was a passionate, almost harsh kiss, hard on the lips and exploring his friend's lips and mouth, pulling Richie close to him, almost so that if they had parted, Richie's body would have been imprinted on Virgil's, and vise versa. They had never been so close. Virgil could feel his friend's heartbeat. He could feel his own heartbeat, and it felt like they pounded in perfect unison.
“I don't know why I did it, or why it felt so right, but it did. It felt great. It was like I had been waiting for so long to do that. Is it okay for me to love someone like Richie?” Virgil sighed, now lying on the ground, mostly musing to himself, but he still felt like his mom was there. “I mean, what about him? I know I love him, but if he tells his family, there's no doubt that he'll be disowned. I mean, wanting to be with a black guy? If his dad isn't tolerant to African-Americans, how will he feel about his own son being gay with one?”
Virgil rolled to his side, looking at his mother's gravesite again, the flowers rested beside it. “What I mean to say, mom, is that I think I'm in love with a guy. With Richie. I just don't know what to do now that I know.”
“You could start by telling him that.”
Virgil turned, Richard Foley was behind him, wearing a black suit in respect for Mrs. Hawkins. His hair was in its usual style, and from behind glasses his eyes shone right into Virgil's.
Virgil stood, moving over to where his friend stood, and rested a hand on the small of Richie's waist. “Richie, I'm pretty damn sure that I love you.” His voice was low, and his eyes lidded as he gazed with such depth at the blond.
Richie smiled a crooked twist of mouth, “You're an idiot, Static.” And he took Virgil from the sides of his body, pulling him close and kissing him hard.
“So, what does your mom think of us?” Richie asked, leaning back on his palms as Virgil rested his head on his friend's shoulder.
“She's happy.”
Richie looked shocked, “What? Really? Why?”
Static looked up at Gear, a smile softly finding its way onto his lips, “Because-” he began, his voice like velvet, “She's happy that I found love.”
Gear smirked, and wrapped one of his arms around his partner's shoulders, “Good. One down, then, huh?”
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Author's notes: Well, that's it.
It wasn't all that exciting, but I think it was pretty good for my first fic about these two
Author: Jennybird
Rating: PG
Characters: Virgil and Richie
Disclaimer: Man, if I owed this stuff, the finale of Static Shock would have been Virgil and Richie kissin'. They were not, so.... they're not mine.
Author's notes: uhm.... I don't know. I like Virichie love. Beware my fangirl powers.
He chewed on his dark bottom lip for a moment, setting the flowers beside the grave marker. He was scared, but telling his mother would make it easier to tell Sharon and his dad.
“You remember Richie, right?” He sighed, smooth, Virg. “Of course you do. He's been my best friend since the beginning of time. We watched Land Before Time together. You were always great to him. He liked you, Mom.”
The superpowered teen looked away, his eyes glazing over with memory. He and Richie had been fighting crime together for about two years now, opposites in so many ways, but joined with a bond that people could not describe.
“Richie's gotten really smart, I guess I didn't really know that I affected him when I came over after the explosion. But I'm glad he did. It sounds selfish, I know, but I got lonely flying through the streets, even with Richie on the Shock Box. The thing is, I never realized how close we have become. Really, mom. It scared me.”
A few days ago....
“Seriously, Virg, we can't trust Talon, she was one of the first Ebon henchmen.” Richie had some thick goggles on that he used when he was working on small gadgetry.
“Come on, she's changed since she got a taste to be normal.” The African-American seventeen-year-old rocked in a chair that didn't sound all that sturdy. “She wants help, and she wants to help.”
“You're being dense, V. You can't just trust people just because they say that they've changed.”
“You have to understand, mom, that this was the fifth time that he and I had talked about this.” Virgil interrupted his own story, leaning back on his hands, staring up at the sky, thinking about what had happened. “And Rich was frustrating me, and after awhile of arguing, and him being dense and close-minded, I kinda said something inappropriate.”
“Rich, you're being just like your dad!” Virgil spat, shoving his friend enough to get him angry. The black teenager was very aware of his friend's “buttons”.
The blond suddenly stopped working, frozen for a moment, shocked that Virgil would even say something like that. Quickly as Virgil's words had been spoken, Virgil felt Richie's fist colliding with his cheek.
Virgil fell back slightly from the impact. Timidly, he touched the corner of his mouth to make sure that his mouth wasn't bleeding or he hadn't lost a tooth. When he was sure this hadn't happened, his eyebrows lowered and he looked straight at Richie, standing tall and panting. He rushed toward the other young man, hitting him back in the stomach, and followed the punch with another. Richie fought back, getting his own good hits in.
Finally, Rich shoved his friend away, looking down his nose at the African-American hero, he was breathing hard, a sure sign of anger. When Virgil stood back up, ready for another round of hitting each other, Richie took two steps forward, his body threatening to hit his friend again, but he stopped with his fist raised, right next to Virgil, his eyes wide under his glasses.
“It was so strange.” Virgil by this time was hunched over, picking at the grass with his fingers, staring hard at his mom's headstone. “He could have hit me, and I could have hit him. We could have gotten so beat up from that. But neither of us moved. We were just there, and I watched Richie, scared he was going to throw a punch while my defenses were down. I've never felt anything like it before.”
Richie's fist lowered, and he took one more step closer, his lips pressing hard against Virgil's. It was only for a second, and Virgil pushed him away, getting a heavy breath in, unsure of what had happened. Richie took a few steps back, getting a comfortable distance, pushing his glasses up further on his nose to hide his embarrassment. Virgil stood in shock. It hadn't been a passionate kiss, but it was still a kiss. Face-to-face intimacy. His stomach twisted, his big brown eyes wide at Richie. And his friend was staring back, looking half afraid and half shocked, like he wasn't even sure what he had just done.
And Virgil moved over, and kissed him right back. This time, it was a passionate, almost harsh kiss, hard on the lips and exploring his friend's lips and mouth, pulling Richie close to him, almost so that if they had parted, Richie's body would have been imprinted on Virgil's, and vise versa. They had never been so close. Virgil could feel his friend's heartbeat. He could feel his own heartbeat, and it felt like they pounded in perfect unison.
“I don't know why I did it, or why it felt so right, but it did. It felt great. It was like I had been waiting for so long to do that. Is it okay for me to love someone like Richie?” Virgil sighed, now lying on the ground, mostly musing to himself, but he still felt like his mom was there. “I mean, what about him? I know I love him, but if he tells his family, there's no doubt that he'll be disowned. I mean, wanting to be with a black guy? If his dad isn't tolerant to African-Americans, how will he feel about his own son being gay with one?”
Virgil rolled to his side, looking at his mother's gravesite again, the flowers rested beside it. “What I mean to say, mom, is that I think I'm in love with a guy. With Richie. I just don't know what to do now that I know.”
“You could start by telling him that.”
Virgil turned, Richard Foley was behind him, wearing a black suit in respect for Mrs. Hawkins. His hair was in its usual style, and from behind glasses his eyes shone right into Virgil's.
Virgil stood, moving over to where his friend stood, and rested a hand on the small of Richie's waist. “Richie, I'm pretty damn sure that I love you.” His voice was low, and his eyes lidded as he gazed with such depth at the blond.
Richie smiled a crooked twist of mouth, “You're an idiot, Static.” And he took Virgil from the sides of his body, pulling him close and kissing him hard.
“So, what does your mom think of us?” Richie asked, leaning back on his palms as Virgil rested his head on his friend's shoulder.
“She's happy.”
Richie looked shocked, “What? Really? Why?”
Static looked up at Gear, a smile softly finding its way onto his lips, “Because-” he began, his voice like velvet, “She's happy that I found love.”
Gear smirked, and wrapped one of his arms around his partner's shoulders, “Good. One down, then, huh?”
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Author's notes: Well, that's it.
It wasn't all that exciting, but I think it was pretty good for my first fic about these two