FIC: The Best Man
Title: The Best Man
Author: DangerMouse
Summary: Virgil's getting married.
Spoilers: Nope.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daisy/Virgil, Richie/Virgil (one-sided)
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: "Static Shock" belongs to the WB, DC and many others. I don't own them, don't make any money off of this, it's all for fun, please don't sue me.
Distribution: Here, ff.net, website, fiction journal. Otherwise, no.
A/N: Sorry! I didn't intend to write angst! Damn my muse. For the "All Grown Up" challenge.
"How do I look?"
Richie smiled faintly from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Well, V," he said, "something's not on straight. Either it's your head or your tie. I haven't decided which."
"Funny, bro. Real funny." Virgil sighed, turning back to the floor length mirror, undoing the bow tie for the third time. "You know, you could help me with this," he said, looking at Richie in the reflection of the mirror. "That would be the Best Man thing to do."
"Oh, sure, take all the fun out of it," Richie said with mock exasperation, pushing himself off the wall and walking toward his friend. He turned Virgil around, taking either end of the bow tie in his hands, measuring out the lengths. "I can't believe you still can't tie one of these on."
"Hey, I got away with clip-ons for years," Virgil said, tilting his head back.
Richie shook his head, tying the knot perfectly. Stepping back, he put his hands on Virgil's shoulders, wiping off invisible lint and straightening creases that weren't there. He tugged on his jacket, making sure it fit correctly. Straightening his glasses, Richie looked Virgil up and down, then nodded.
"Well, I guess you'll have to do," he said at last.
Virgil punched him in the arm.
"Thanks a lot." He went over to a nearby bench, collapsing on it with a sigh. "I'm getting married, man," he said as Richie sat down next to him. "I can't believe it."
"Neither can I," Richie said softly, putting his chin in his hand.
"I mean, it's the right thing to do," Virgil said, standing up again and restlessly pacing the small changing room. "I love Daisy. True, she doesn't really jive on the whole Super Hero thing, but I think she's getting used to the idea."
"Oh, that reminds me," Richie said, sitting up straighter. "Daisy told me to tell you that if you run out of the ceremony to chase down a metahuman, she'll stab you with her shoes."
Virgil paused in his pacing, looking sharply at Richie. "Her shoes?"
"Yeah." Richie held his two pointer fingers about three inches apart. "The heel's about that long and sharp as a knife. Just warning you, bro."
Virgil swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Warning received and understood."
Richie watched Virgil pace the room for a few seconds more before rising to his feet. He'd never seen his friend this nervous, not even when chasing some strange mutant into an alleyway. He grabbed him, putting an arm around his shoulder, squeezing him tightly.
"It'll be cool," he said reassuringly. "Daisy looks beautiful, man. You two really have something special going on. You'll get married, you two will dance at the reception, and I'll hit the open bar before making my toast. Everything's going to go fine."
Virgil gave Richie a warm smile. "Thanks, bro. For everything." The music from drifting in from the hallway suddenly changed and Virgil looked over at the closed door, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Think that's my cue, man."
"Sounds like," Richie agreed, letting Virgil go and opening the door, holding it for him.
Virgil passed him, then reached out and clapped his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Richie, you're the greatest," he said, looking a little less nervous now that the waiting was over. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Richie closed the door, following Virgil at a bit of a distance as they headed for the side door of the church's main auditorium. He thought about the video game they'd bought a month ago and how they were only halfway through it. Memories of their time spent together, always together, all through high school and college. He remembered Virgil holding him when his father finally threw him out, one disappointment too many counting against him. All the battles they fought, all the jokes they shared, all the late night pizza runs danced in front of his photographic memory.
Finally, his mind flashed onto their apartment, how empty it looked now that all of Virgil's stuff was packed away in boxes, ready for his move into his new home with Daisy.
"I don't know either," Richie said softly so Virgil couldn't hear him, catching himself on the side of the door before he entered the church. Virgil already stood next to the right of the preacher, looking expectedly down the aisle.
"I don't know," Richie repeated, brushing a hand over his eyes in a quick jerky motion, "but I guess I'm going to find out."
Swallowing, Richie put on the best smile he could manage, going to stand by Virgil's side. The music changed again. The door at the back of the church opened, the guests rising to their feet, all eyes turning to watch as the bride entered.
All eyes, save Richie's, who's stayed where they always did.
The End
A/N2: Okay, I've depressed myself. Somebody write/draw something happy now, please?
Author: DangerMouse
Summary: Virgil's getting married.
Spoilers: Nope.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daisy/Virgil, Richie/Virgil (one-sided)
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: "Static Shock" belongs to the WB, DC and many others. I don't own them, don't make any money off of this, it's all for fun, please don't sue me.
Distribution: Here, ff.net, website, fiction journal. Otherwise, no.
A/N: Sorry! I didn't intend to write angst! Damn my muse. For the "All Grown Up" challenge.
"How do I look?"
Richie smiled faintly from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Well, V," he said, "something's not on straight. Either it's your head or your tie. I haven't decided which."
"Funny, bro. Real funny." Virgil sighed, turning back to the floor length mirror, undoing the bow tie for the third time. "You know, you could help me with this," he said, looking at Richie in the reflection of the mirror. "That would be the Best Man thing to do."
"Oh, sure, take all the fun out of it," Richie said with mock exasperation, pushing himself off the wall and walking toward his friend. He turned Virgil around, taking either end of the bow tie in his hands, measuring out the lengths. "I can't believe you still can't tie one of these on."
"Hey, I got away with clip-ons for years," Virgil said, tilting his head back.
Richie shook his head, tying the knot perfectly. Stepping back, he put his hands on Virgil's shoulders, wiping off invisible lint and straightening creases that weren't there. He tugged on his jacket, making sure it fit correctly. Straightening his glasses, Richie looked Virgil up and down, then nodded.
"Well, I guess you'll have to do," he said at last.
Virgil punched him in the arm.
"Thanks a lot." He went over to a nearby bench, collapsing on it with a sigh. "I'm getting married, man," he said as Richie sat down next to him. "I can't believe it."
"Neither can I," Richie said softly, putting his chin in his hand.
"I mean, it's the right thing to do," Virgil said, standing up again and restlessly pacing the small changing room. "I love Daisy. True, she doesn't really jive on the whole Super Hero thing, but I think she's getting used to the idea."
"Oh, that reminds me," Richie said, sitting up straighter. "Daisy told me to tell you that if you run out of the ceremony to chase down a metahuman, she'll stab you with her shoes."
Virgil paused in his pacing, looking sharply at Richie. "Her shoes?"
"Yeah." Richie held his two pointer fingers about three inches apart. "The heel's about that long and sharp as a knife. Just warning you, bro."
Virgil swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Warning received and understood."
Richie watched Virgil pace the room for a few seconds more before rising to his feet. He'd never seen his friend this nervous, not even when chasing some strange mutant into an alleyway. He grabbed him, putting an arm around his shoulder, squeezing him tightly.
"It'll be cool," he said reassuringly. "Daisy looks beautiful, man. You two really have something special going on. You'll get married, you two will dance at the reception, and I'll hit the open bar before making my toast. Everything's going to go fine."
Virgil gave Richie a warm smile. "Thanks, bro. For everything." The music from drifting in from the hallway suddenly changed and Virgil looked over at the closed door, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Think that's my cue, man."
"Sounds like," Richie agreed, letting Virgil go and opening the door, holding it for him.
Virgil passed him, then reached out and clapped his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Richie, you're the greatest," he said, looking a little less nervous now that the waiting was over. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Richie closed the door, following Virgil at a bit of a distance as they headed for the side door of the church's main auditorium. He thought about the video game they'd bought a month ago and how they were only halfway through it. Memories of their time spent together, always together, all through high school and college. He remembered Virgil holding him when his father finally threw him out, one disappointment too many counting against him. All the battles they fought, all the jokes they shared, all the late night pizza runs danced in front of his photographic memory.
Finally, his mind flashed onto their apartment, how empty it looked now that all of Virgil's stuff was packed away in boxes, ready for his move into his new home with Daisy.
"I don't know either," Richie said softly so Virgil couldn't hear him, catching himself on the side of the door before he entered the church. Virgil already stood next to the right of the preacher, looking expectedly down the aisle.
"I don't know," Richie repeated, brushing a hand over his eyes in a quick jerky motion, "but I guess I'm going to find out."
Swallowing, Richie put on the best smile he could manage, going to stand by Virgil's side. The music changed again. The door at the back of the church opened, the guests rising to their feet, all eyes turning to watch as the bride entered.
All eyes, save Richie's, who's stayed where they always did.
The End
A/N2: Okay, I've depressed myself. Somebody write/draw something happy now, please?