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I've been lurking around your community for about 3 monthes. I've seen what goes on here and I must say you should all be very very ashamed... Just Kidding. Seriously I like this place. And now that I got a livejournal account (I got it to join another community on this site) I figured, heck I'll join and post.
Title: Mind Games: Episode 1
Author: jestersnthieves (go me.)
Summary: They really should have seen this coming. (and that's all I'm going to say for the moment.)
Spoilers: Ummm Maybe? Alot? At least get up to the Brain Zombies episode.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe might go up in later chapters...
Pairing: Virgil/Riche
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Slash, Tension, Angst, Mild Language, and some deep Denial on the count of both parties involved
Word Count: 1341
Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock. Yes it sucks to be me. Let's move on.
Distribution: Go for it, but let me know, please.
Author’s Notes: It's my first posting! Yay. it's funny I started this back in april when I first started lurking about. hope you enjoy. more coming soon
“I told you to be careful, Richie!” Virgil yelled when they landed in the gas station after patrol that night. Throwing his jacket haphazardly. They’d just taken on the Breed again and Gear had nearly had his head taken off by Shiv. Virgil nearly zapped the metahuman to death and it resulted in their current shouting match.
“I was! If you’d just not be so reckless sometimes maybe I’d think to check behind me!” they’d reached the point where, once again, neither would concede. Both were up at arms.
“I can’t always be flying around, saving your ass! One of these days I’m not going to be there to push you out of the way and you’re going to be fried, like KFC chicken!”
“I can take care of myself!”
“Obviously not, SIDEKICK!” Virgil didn’t mean it to come out like that. Hell, he didn’t me for it to come out at all. The look of pure hurt on Richie’s face broke something inside of him. As he opened his mouth to apologize Richie’s face was set in a pained glare, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes. He hated himself because he knew just where to hit to wound the deepest. “Rich-“
“Well, at least I’m not a HOT HEADED UNGRATEFUL JERK!” With that he turned and stalked off for their refurnished bathroom, equipt with shower/tub. Virgil hit his head on the door frame before turning around and flying home. Stupid Virgil, you know better. He got there, changed and got into bed, not wanting to think about their fight. But the hurt churned inside him. It was probably the closest thing to dying. Fighting couldn’t solve their issues. But talking usually led to screaming. Why had he gotten so mad at Richie? So he’d slipped up. He did it all the time. Truth was it had scared him to death and he took it out on Richie. The thought of losing his best friend in a fight was constantly nagging him at the back of his mind. That he wouldn’t be there to save him. It was natural to be so protective of his friend. It was natural to want to just tie him to the radiator in the gas station and never let him go on patrol again. Natural... Yeah, sure it was. But fighting with Richie tore him up inside. Then again he’d rather scream all night then fall asleep with this feeling rolling around inside him. Virgil got out of bed and walked downstairs grabbing his coat from the hook.
Sharon popped out of the kitchen in time to see him grab the doorknob, “And just where do you think you’re going at eleven at night?”
“I’m just going to see Richie. I need to talk to him.”
“What it can’t wait until-?“ But Virgil had opened the door and there, on his stoop was a puffy faced, red eyed, tear streaked Richie with a hand held up as if he’d been about to knock on the door. Sharon glared at Virgil as Richie moved past him and hurried up the stairs, “What did you say now?”
“Leave it, Sharon!” He then pounded up the stairs after his friend. He swung the door open and Richie sat on his bed. He looked up when Virgil entered and began to speak. But suddenly thought better of it. “Was your Dad home?”
Richie shook his head, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.” His friend opened his mouth to speak again. ”Wait. Please.” Richie stopped as his shoulders shuddered. “All that yelling and neither of us was listening.”
Richie chuckled despite himself, wiping away a few tears that still remained, “Yeah. We’re stubborn like that sometimes.”
“From the beginning. Less harsh, no yelling. Okay, bro? I should know how much you hate yelling.” He nodded and Virgil sat next to him. Richie would clamp down like a clam if his voice got to loud. A reflex learned after years of living with his father. “Let’s start over. What’s the first thing I said?”
“You told me to be more careful.”
“And you told me you were, and that if I were more careful, you’d think to check behind you.”
“Yes.”
“So... What I think we mean is. That if I were more careful, you’d be able to think more carefully, instead of having to worry about me.” Richie nodded, and Virgil smiled a little. “Okay what’s next?”
“You’re not always going to be around to save me and one of these days I’m going to be fried chicken.” They grinned at each other. The fight now seemed ridiculous.
“And what do you think I meant by that?”
Richie looked away, thinking hard. These fights were like little pop quizzes on how well they knew each other. Sometimes they failed, but this time, they seemed right on point. He wondered what he was thinking. He wished he knew what exactly went on behind those intelligent eyes. They were always calculating, you could almost see the wheels turning. Richie took a breath, “It means you’re scared one day you won’t be there and something will happen. And you’ll feel responsible. Because you weren’t there. Then I said I can take care of myself. And you said-“
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, Richie.” He put all he was feeling at that moment into it. The way he said it was undecipherable to him. Richie looked a little taken aback. That confused him a little. What had it sounded like?
Richie nodded, “I know.”
“Just, every time I nearly lose you-“
“I know, Virg. And I’m sorry, too.” Virgil put his arm around Richie and squeezed his shoulder. Richie leaned into his embrace then laughed. “You would make one hell of a therapist.”
“It only works with us. We’re just that tight.” Crisis averted... Sort of.
Richie looked at his watch and groaned, “My dad should be home.”
“Then stay.” He said a little to quick. “You know my bed’s always open.” That came out wrong. Very wrong and he was grateful for the dark skin of his ancestors. Richie, however, was a tomato. Poor Irish boy.
“Thanks.” He then crawled to his side by the wall and propped himself up with it, “Vee?”
“Yeah?” He said turning to face him.
“I was thinking of getting a mattress for the gas station. So on nights when we’re to burnt out from patrol we don’t have to walk all the way back to our houses. Two mattresses would be ideal but they cost money.”
“That’s a good idea, Rich.”
“I was also thinking a better microwave...” Richie went on about his plans and Virgil smiled and listened. Soon they were going on as if nothing had happened
It was the most inconvenient time and place. Of course, it always is in such matters. It was a little past midnight, Richie and Virgil had begun to wrestle on his bed for custody of the remote to his stereo. Both were kneeling, Richie had him in a headlock, Virgil held the remote just out of the blonde’s reach. Virgil managed to escape and forced his friend down onto the bed, pinning his shoulders down by putting all his weight on his hands. For a couple of seconds they just sat there breathing heavily, giggling. Then Virgil made a mistake. He really looked at Richie. A good hard look at that flushed face, panting from exertion, trying to regain control of his laughter. His lush pink lips with that grin. The impulse to kiss them was so over powering and jarring Virgil had to lock his elbows to keep himself from ravishing those lips. His brain shut down at the sudden thought. It was then that Richie noticed his stare. He looked caught like a deer in headlights for a second. But only a second. Suddenly Richie rolled and Virgil fell off the bed with a yell. Richie held the remote up in triumph, “I win.” But Virgil stared past his friend at the ceiling.
“Shit.”