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Momma, I've Been Cryin'	By : DarkSeductress Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 3560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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July 27, 2005
Fandom: Static Shock
“Inside I Still Am Empty’”
By: DarkSeductress
Pairing: Virgil/Richie
Part 2 of 3.
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, Static Shock does not belong to me. Lyric excerpt is take from “All That I’ve Got” by The Used.
Summary: Virgil reflects on the sex he had with Richie and realizes neither Daisy or all the denial in the world can stop how empty he feels.
So deep
That it didn’t even bleeding catch me
I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh all I want
Inside I still am empty
I’ll be just fine pretending
I’m not
I’m far from lonely
And it’s all that I’ve got
            Virgil Hawkins had been gifted with two super powers. One was pretty much a secret and only known by a few select people. The other was pretty much public forum and anyone who came in contact with Virgil knew about it.
            Electromagnetic static.
            Extreme denial.
            His two most powerful assets.
            If he was fighting a bang baby, he’d just use his electromagnetic powers to throw a garbage can at them.
            If he had just fucked his best friend, who happened to be male, he’d just deny it ever happened in his mind and hope Richie had enough sanity left to do the same.
            Wait a minute.
            Fuck his best friend?
            Oh yeah, he had done that. Damn it, his denial was working up until now. Up until he actually thought about what happened.
            Why would he do such a thing? Why did he do such a thing? Anger and frustration just weren’t adding up anymore. And all the dates with Daisy weren’t changing one little fact: Virgil was gay.
            That’s why he’d been so damn angry with Richie for 6 months. Riche being gay made Virgil have to deal with his own sexuality. It wasn’t that Virgil was particularly adverse to being gay. (His father kept reminding him homosexuality wasn’t the beginning or ending of one’s universe.) It was just that Virgil’s life happened to be complex enough without adding that attribute. So it wasn’t until Richie admitted to being gay that Virgil had to face it.
            He had to come to terms with a few facts: one being that spending almost every waking hour with another male was odd; two being that finding your male best friend cute for 8 years didn’t mean he was effeminate, it meant you were gay; and three being that getting obscenely jealous of Backpack for getting more attention than you was disturbing.
            So Virgil concluded he was gay and very much attracted to Richie and it was more than physical, which made it better. He didn’t consider himself a sap but Virgil liked to think him and Richie were soul-mates. Virgil knew he’d never find another man or woman that connected with him so deeply. No one else could love Plantman comics, understand the joys and pains of being a superhero, and tolerate him being an asshole from time to time like Richie.
            Sure Daisy knew who Plantman was but when he fell into a rant, most of the time she’d only stare at him like he’d grown a second head. Daisy didn’t even know he was superhero, so how could she ever began to understand it? And sure Daisy tolerated his pissy attitudes but only in spurts and always wanted to know what was wrong. All Richie needed was one word or name and he instantly understood.
            That was another weird thing, Virgil had a habit of comparing every girl he’d ever come across to Richie. It wasn’t that Richie was perfect ( he may be a super-genius but he was far from that), he just seemed to compliment Virgil very well.
            And Virgil had fucked things up really bad. And having a shitty patrol night was no excuse to fuck your best-friend. No date. No ‘I love you.’ Just sex. Virgil felt bad. That was not the way he wanted to come out to Richie or have their first time together go. Then he mumbled ‘Sorry’, took a shower, changed clothes, and just left.
            Virgil now realized how completely fucked up that was. No amount of denial could undo how callous and inconsiderate his actions were. You didn’t do that to the person you loved.
            “See ya tomorrow, bro,” was not what you were supposed to say after having sex with your best friend, especially if you didn’t want tomorrow to come because you knew this would be looming over your head.
            He would have avoided himself, too.
            The few times he had seen Richie, Virgil was with Daisy. Virgil tried to wave Richie over and throw a few half-assed jokes at him but each time Richie would pin him with a look so cold, Virgil justifiably felt like shit.
            Things couldn’t go back to how they used to be.
            Virgil realized, he could laugh all he fucking wanted, but this problem wasn’t going away and as long as he let it linger he’d continue to feel empty.
            That’s why 3 weeks later Virgil was sitting at the kitchen table, looking so damn glum, making waves in his cereal.
            He didn’t see the exasperated look Sharon threw him as she entered the room.
            Sharon threw her hands up in the air, “Okay! I give. What’s going on?”
            Confusion was etched in Virgil’s expression, “Huh...”
            “What is your problem?” Sharon demanded.
            “Ya know,” Virgil muttered half-heartedly, “for a shrink, you sure lack finesse.”
            “You want finesse, make an appointment. And you still didn’t answer my question.” She snapped.
            Virgil raised an eyebrow, “And why would you think anything’s wrong?”
            “Let’s see, “Sharon began to count the reasons off on her fingers, “One, you haven’t cracked a corny joke in 3 weeks. Two, your cracks about me have been weak. Three, you’ve been moping around the house. And four, your better half has notably been missing in action.”
            Virgil couldn’t stop himself from feigning ignorance. He didn’t want to talk to Sharon about this, even if she was a shrink, “My better half?”
            “Yes! You remember Richie? Mr. Gear. Blond haired, near-sighted, scrawny white kid that loves green?” Sharon’s arms were folded across her chest, her foot tapping the floor impatiently. This was going to take longer than she thought.
            Virgil’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of Richie’s name.
            “Um. Hmm. How did I know that you mopin’ around was connected to Riche coming over last week looking just as pathetic?”
            Virgil did not like the triumphant gleam in Sharon’s eyes. But still she had his attention, “Riche came over last week?”
            Sharon had to bite back a soft smile, “Yes. He did. He came to pick up some gadgets and some of his clothes. He got really weird when I asked him why his eyes were red.”
            “His eyes were red?” Virgil had a sinking feeling and suddenly his gloomy mood just got more sullen.
            “Yeah. He said it was spring allergies but I’m not dumb. He’s never had spring allergies before.” Sharon watched Virgil’s shoulders slump and wondered what the hell was going on between the two of them. Was it that serious? They both seemed so miserable. But Sharon continued nonetheless. She wanted to gauge Virgil’s reactions and body language. “I asked him what was wrong....”
            “And.....uh....what did he say?” Virgil’s tongue felt so thick in his mouth, he could barely speak. If Richie had told Sharon, she’d be really disappointed in him, her opinion of him would really sink low. She already thought he needed to drop the hero-act and get a job. (What he didn’t know was that every time he dragged his ass home injured, it wrecked Sharon’s nerves and worried her, which caused her to act surly and bully him about getting a job.)
            Sharon was taken back by his tone and demeanor. She’d never seen him that down before. Sharon sighed before moving to sit beside Virgil. She took a deep breath as she placed a hand on his arm. Her voice was soft and concerned. This wasn’t time to play big bad sister. “Baby brother, what’s wrong?”
            The kitchen was completely silent as Sharon waited for Virgil to speak. Virgil could hear his heart beating in his ears. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Now was not the time to have to hyperventiliate. He’d faced death and aliens, he could talk to Sharon. Besides, she was being nice....for the moment, anyway.
            He looked up at her, “Sharon....”
            “Yea?” Sharon would wait. She had enough patience and if he didn’t tell her, she’d just hit him with a pot.
            “I’m gay.” Virgil stated.
            Sharon stared at him blankly and blinked, “Is that’s what’s wrong?”
            Virgil sputtered for a moment, “What?”
            “Is that why you two are acting so stupid?” Sharon pulled her hand back. Of all the ridiculous...
            “No.” Virgil drew the word out. “So...it doesn’t bother you?”
            Sharon raised a sardonic eyebrow, “It’s not news, Virgil. Not to me. Not to anyone.”
            “You already knew?” Virgil exclaimed.
            Sharon shrugged, “You’re an open book. Daddy and I knew before you knew.”
            “Dad knows!” Virgil jumped up from the table. “I can’t believe this! How could you two know!”
            “Virgil, the way you look at Richie....is not entirely subtle.” Sharon glared. Virgil was one moody brat. First, he’s depressed. Now, he’s shocked.
            Virgil stared at her, “So, you probably know Richie’s gay, too.”
            “Yes.”
            “Oh.” Virgil felt deflated. Well, that’s one thing he didn’t have to explain. He only hoped she’d take what was really wrong this well. He leaned against the counter.
            He stared at Sharon.
            She stared at him.
            She tapped her fingers against the table.
            After a few minutes, Sharon finally snapped, “So?”
            “So what?” Virgil muttered back.
            “What the hell happened? Did you freak on Richie when he told you he was gay? Or did he freak on you?” She demanded.
            Virgil opened his mouth, then closed it. “Richie didn’t freak on me. I didn’t tell him.”
            Sharon closed her eyes. Virgil was purposely talking around the situation. This was getting frustrating. She was close to picking a pot and beating away. “Virgil. Just tell me what happened.”
            “If only it were that easy.” Virgil stated sullenly. He grimaced as he thought, which wasn’t missed by Sharon.
            “Virgil...” The way Sharon ground his name out let him know he better get talking or else.
            “I had sex with Richie.” Virgil blurted before he could stop himself.
            By the expression on Sharon’s face, Virgil was sure if she had been drinking something the kitchen would have been sprayed with it.
            Sharon opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then she opened it again, “Let me get this straight. You are gay. Richie is gay. You know Richie is gay. Richie doesn’t know you’re gay. And yet, somehow, the two of you managed to have sex?”
            Virgil nodded slowly, “Yeah. That’s pretty much it.”
            “And now the two of you are avoiding each other and making yourselves miserable?” Sharon rubbed her temples.
            Virgil edged away from Sharon, “You don’t understand. It’s complicated.”
            Sharon crossed her arms, “You’re best friends. How complicated can it be? Just talk about it. Anyone can see what you two idiots are doing now, isn’t helping either of you.”
            “Sharon...Just saying I’m sorry isn’t going to work. I’ve already tried. I don’t think I can fix this.” Virgil sighed miserably.
            Sharon rose from the table and moved to stand beside Virgil. Virgil studied Sharon’s expression from the corner of his eye, she didn’t look pissed but you could never tell.
            “Virgil,” Sharon sighed, moving closer to him until their shoulder’s touched, “You really screwed up. I know you think this can’t be fixed, but you have to try. You two are friends. Just talk to him and keep talking until he listens.”
            “What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? He probably thinks I took advantage of him because he’s gay.” Virgil stared at his hands unable to meet Sharon’s eyes.
            “Is that why you had sex with him? Because he was around and he’s gay?” Sharon purposefully used an accusatory tone.
            “No!” Virgil snapped. “I would never do that to Richie. I would never use him. I love him, okay? Maybe I got caught up in the moment. Maybe I had been acting stupid for a long time. But I’d never just use him.”
            “Just tell him that!” Sharon growled. “Tell him what you just told me.”
            “But Sharon-”
            “Shut up, Virgil. It is that easy. Fix it or I’ll tell Dad.” She threatened.
            Virgil looked horrified, “You can’t.”
            “I can and I will. Especially, if I have to go through one more week of you moping around here. It’s annoying.” Sharon smirked as she pushed away from the counter.
            “Okay....Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to him.” Virgil conceded.
            “Good. You can fix this.” Sharon smiled. Before she reached the door, she paused, “Oh and Virgil, don’t have Daisy hanging around when you go to talk to him.”
            She was gone before Virgil could open his mouth.
            Just talking sounded so easy to say, but Virgil knew it would be hard to accomplish. There was so much to say. So much to apologize for and he wasn’t even sure where he should start or if Richie would even let him. How do friends always fuck things up the worse with each other? Virgil would never know. He only knew he’d only continue to feel empty until the situation was resolved. If they could just remain friends, Virgil would be appeased. If they could become something more, Virgil would be extremely pleased. Just as long as something happened. Just talking might drive the emptiness away.
End of part 2.
Look for “You and Me”
The resolution
Author’s Note: I’d like to take some time to thank some people who have really urged me forward and left wonderful reviews that got me off my lazy ass to finish this part. Keep it coming, I’ll need it as I work on the third part lol. Seriously though, thank you all so much for your support. It means a lot.
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