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Momma, I've Been Cryin'	By : DarkSeductress Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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February 15, 2012
Fandom: Static Shock
“If You Ask Me, I‘m Ready”
By: DarkSeductress/darkemptyheart
Pairing: Virgil/Richie
Part 3 of 3.
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, Static Shock does not belong to me. Lyric excerpt is take from “Un-thinkable (I’m Ready)” by Alicia Keys.
Summary: Richie and Virgil have finally had enough of their 6 month awkward dance and 3 weeks of misery, so after a bit of advice and a kick in the ass, they decide to resolve their issues for better or worse.

Moment of honesty
Someone’s got to take the lead tonight
Who’s it gonna be?
I’m gonna sit right here and tell you all that comes to me
If you have something to say
You should say it right now
You give me a feeling that I never felt before
It’s becoming something that’s impossible to ignore
And I can’t take it
….If you ask me, I’m ready…
3 weeks Richie decided, after the conversation with his mom, was more than enough time for Virgil to deal with his denial and for his own depression and shock to wear off. It was time for a very long overdue chat that may or may not involve a few busted lips. When his mom saw the determined steel in his eyes, she simply gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered good luck. As Richie headed to school, he hoped good luck wouldn’t be needed, but knowing him and Virgil things would probably go to hell fast before the situation even got close to being resolved, the only solution was to stick it out (even if he started crying like a girl again….his poor masculinity).
Walking to school was a lonely blur without Virgil, but it gave his super-genius time to anticipate every outcome the talk he and Virgil were going have very soon. Every outcome had to be discounted though based on one variable: Virgil. Virgil was one of the most unpredictable people Richie had ever met, but lately he had been rather erratic: from his weird behavior when Richie admitted his sexuality (which went on for 6 damn months) to the sudden steamy rough sex they had after the argument over said behavior. Even Richie’s genius brain, now that he’d stopped moping and was trying to examine things rationally, still couldn’t puzzle out Virgil’s behavior. So this was one outcome Richie couldn’t predict with any accuracy.
With that thought a frown marred Richie’s face as he entered Dakota High. Richie paused when he reached his locker and scanned the hall for his incorrigible dread-locked best friend and partner. The blonde’s frown morphed into a glare, his eyes narrowed in anger as he spotted Virgil talking to Daisy again. Why did Virgil even have sex with him if he really wanted her? What the fucking hell was Virgil playing at? Maybe there was nothing left to talk about. The brown-skinned super-hero had been glued to the delectable Daisy’s side the last 3 weeks. It had to be a sign, a statement of what or rather who Virgil actually wanted and Richie had to be too much of an idiot to not comprehend what was right in his face (some genius he was). Sex sometimes, was just sex, it didn’t mean anything to a lot of people….and shit, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, at least this time his anger was drowning out the pain.
Richie was so zoned into his thoughts, he didn’t notice Virgil had crossed the hall and was standing an arm length away from him.
A hand squeezed his shoulder. Richie instinctively pulled back, but the grip was strong and brought him directly into the present staring into Virgil’s concerned and guilty eyes.
“Hey, Rich, man, you okay? I’ve been trying to get your attention for 5 minutes.”
Richie blinked back tears (he’d be damned if he cried in the middle of Dakota High) and moved Virgil’s hand a bit harsher than necessary. He ignored the hurt that flashed across Virgil’s face as he slammed his locker shut hard enough to dent making several students pause mid-conversation. He wished it was Virgil’s head.
“I’m fine.” He snapped, his face blank as he prepared to go to class.
“We need to talk, Rich.” Virgil sighed, running a hand nervously through his dreads.
Richie gritted his teeth, but kept his facial expression blank, “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about, Virgil, especially not in the middle of a crowded hallway.”
Virgil winced, they both knew Richie only said his name in that tone when he was either questioning Virgil’s intelligence or very, very, pissed. It didn’t take a genius to guess which situation was occurring. “There’s a lot to talk about, Richie, and you’re right we can’t hash this out here. You want to skiv out before the bell rings?”
Richie tilted his head to the side considering, before asking one of the questions that would decide how hard he’d punch Virgil once they were alone, “What about Daisy?”
He watched the brown-skinned young man’s face go from confusion to guilt to realization to a disconcerted smile. “Oh, Daisy….she was just threatening my life if I didn’t apologize to you for whatever I did. Said she didn’t want her body found in some alley because you were getting the wrong impression and decided to kill her. How’d she kill me after being dead, I don’t know….” Virgil stopped at Richie’s un-amused glare.
Richie’s eyes were furious before his face blanked again. “So you’re apologizing because your girlfriend told you to and she has no idea why you should in the first place?”
Virgil gave a frustrated huff. “First, Daisy is not my girlfriend. Second, she’s not reason I want to apologize. I actually had a surprisingly normal conversation with Sharon, she pulled out her shrink powers and man, that was scary and-”
“So Sharon’s why you’re apologizing?” Richie demanded.
“Damn it, Richie, why are you making this so difficult?” Virgil snapped. Richie’s raised-eyebrow questioned his intelligence in thinking anything about this would be easy. Virgil nodded, “Okay, stupid question. Look, it took a few kicks to ass, but I want to talk to you, Richie. There are things I want to explain that I can’t here- Oh, and look there’s the bell. So are we going to do this not?”
Richie ran a hand over his face. Okay, Virgil wasn’t dating Daisy, that was good to know, but what the fuck had been going on the last 3 weeks? An apology, huh, hadn’t he got a half-assed one the night in question? Did he really need the knife twisted deeper with a long, rambling one? And he’d never say it aloud, but Sharon was nosy bitch and only time would tell if that was good or bad thing. All this bullshit had to resolved and now was better than later.
Richie nodded. “Fine. Let’s go to the gas station.”
It was Virgil’s turn to raise eyebrow, asking if they really wanted to go back to beginning of this drama.
Richie shrugged, “It’s the only place we’ll have any privacy if I want to sock you in the jaw.”
Virgil gave a nervous laugh as he moved toward the exit against the flow of the crowd that died when he realized a few things: Richie was most definitely not joking and Superman he may not be but Richie had developed a mean right-hook in the few years they’d started this whole super-hero biz.
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This morning when Virgil had woke up, he decided today would be the day. The day he channeled a little Static bravery and faced the problem with him and Richie head on. After all, if he didn’t fix this soon, he’d have the Nag of His Life aka Sharon rat him out to Pop, and that just couldn’t happen. Beyond that, Richie was his best friend and partner, something Virgil didn’t want to lose ever. He simply missed him and he had a feeling he was beginning to grate on Daisy’s last nerve with his hanging about as much as she was grating on his own.
So he fled the house from Sharon’s dirty, threatening stare and Pop’s confused goodbye and made his way to halfway spot he and his partner-in-crime-fighting usually met up. To Virgil’s disappoint, not surprise, Richie was a no-show after 10 minutes. Undeterred Virgil continued to Dakota High hoping he could catch the blonde at the entrance. His plan was thwarted by Daisy dragging him away for a chat, which she wouldn’t be swayed from no matter how much fast-talking he did. The conversation was basically one-sided: whatever he’d done or said, he had better un-do it or un-say, apologize, grovel, beg and do whatever he had to and make up with Richie Foley, because she was tired of chills she got every time Richie glanced her way, she knew he was plotting her messy death (Virgil didn’t have the heart to tell her, Richie probably was, but would never do it, and if he did he’d never get caught being a genius and all), so if Richie killed her, she was going to kill Virgil (he scratched his dreads at that), and besides everyone thought her and Virgil were dating again and it was killing her game, so fix it or else.
Halfway through Daisy’s spectacular rant, Virgil noticed Richie enter and glance their way once he reached his locker. The forlorn-pained expression on his face ripped straight through Virgil’s heart (the one thing Sharon had warned him of, not having Daisy around and damn…). Fucking hell, he hadn’t let things go too long, had he? Daisy had stopped mid-rant at the disheartened look on Virgil’s face and followed his gaze to Richie’s equally heartbroken face.
Her voice had been soft, her expression thoughtful, “Please fix this, Virgil. It’s never too late.” She turned to leave before adding, “And for God’s sake, let him know I’m not a threat.”
The whole conversation with Richie had been painful from the tears in his eyes to the blanking of his emotions, something he usually did when the subject was his father, which left Virgil feeling like an even bigger heel. Virgil was a bit indignant that Richie would think anyone had to force him into wanting to deal with this; work him up to it or kick him in the ass, yeah, but he wasn’t being forced into anything. But he had acted quite the asshole for the past 6 months, so, maybe Richie had reason to doubt his motivations. He’d prove Richie wrong, though.
It couldn’t be too late to fix this. It wasn’t too late. Virgil kept repeating those words in his mind as they slipped out the school and found an unoccupied alley far away enough he could switch to Static.
“We’ll get there faster on my disk than on foot.” Virgil offered as an explanation as he started shifting into his Static gear and pulled his disk out and zapped it.
“Sounds good.” Richie shrugged, reaching for Virgil’s book-bag once he finished.
Virgil climbed on the disk letting the extra electromagnetic discharge bleed into him before offering Richie a hand up (there’d been a few times in the past when he hadn’t taken that precaution and given someone quite a shock and bad hair day, and right now he didn’t need Richie any madder at him).
With Richie’s arms wrapped around his waist (that gave Virgil hope), Static took the quickest and most inconspicuous route to the gas station of solitude. He didn’t want anyone to see Richie with Static and put two and two together to realize Richie is Gear. Their arrival was uneventful, but as soon as they entered and Richie climbed off the disk, the tension skyrocketed. Maybe, Static thought nervously, they should have commandeered an empty classroom or alleyway, anywhere but where his fuck-up had began.
Virgil removed his mask and coat as he warily watched Richie carefully place their book-bags down and ordered Back-Pack to release. Watching Back-Pack scuttle down Richie’s back and Richie ignore the sofa to lean against a wall, Virgil got the feeling his partner was really planning on giving him a few hard right-hooks if his explanations didn’t cut muster.
“You wanted to talk, apologize, whatever. So do it.” Richie stated flatly breaking the silence.
Virgil scrubbed at his face before staring at the blonde’s emotionless face. “Richie, about that night…I’m sorry, bro…I just-”
“It’s funny. You said the same thing that very night. If you’re just going to repeat yourself, I’ve got better things to do.” It was said in that same flat voice that was driving Virgil crazy.
“Don’t fucking do that!” Virgil snapped angrily. “Don’t go all Vulcan and Mr. Spock on me, Richie! Stop pretending you don’t feel anything! I fucked up, okay? Big time and I’m trying-”
“Trying to say sorry again? Heard it the first time. So fuck you, Virgil.” Richie seethed stalking closer. “You don’t know half of what I’ve been feeling. Going Vulcan right now is the only thing stopping me from kickin’ your fuckin’ ass.”
Virgil’s hands squeezed into fists as he tried to tame his temper. “If you’d stop fuckin’ interrupting me like some girl, I’d-” He was stopped mid-sentence by a vicious right hook to the jaw. Virgil staggered back, surprised before he rushed forward and shoved Richie hard against wall holding him there with his body. Richie struggled back, but Virgil used a little static-cling to keep the livid blonde still and his jaw safe. A feral-smile spread across his lips, “I’m letting you have that one hit free, Rich, because honestly, I’ve been such a dick for so long, I had it coming, but I don’t want to fight. And now that you have that outta your system, just maybe you’ll listen to me.”
“Afraid I’ll drop your ass, Static?” Richie taunted nastily.
“You’d always drop my ass as Gear or yourself because I simply won’t hit you unless you really piss me off and right now, I’m close to being really pissed off.” Virgil smiled nastily, before releasing the static-cling. The smile dropped as he took a few steps back and allowed Richie to reorient himself. His voice was small as he asked “Why are we threatening each other? We should be saving that shit for Hotstreak or something. We’re still best friends right? I-I know I fucked up, but you don’t hate me, do you, Richie?” Virgil sunk down to the floor and pulled his knees close to his chest.
Richie’s anger deflated as he slide down the wall and mirrored Virgil’s pose. He sighed unhappily, “I don’t hate you, Vee. I don’t think anything will ever stop us from being best friends, but you really fucked up. Big time. And I don’t know if things can go back the way they were.” Richie buried his face in his knees. “You treated me like a leper for months, even after you said things were cool with me being gay. Then you fucked me. We had sex and you just left. You ignore me and attach yourself to Daisy. What the fucking hell am I supposed to think? Did you just use me? I don’t get it.” Richie’s face was a picture of anguish when he looked up to meet Virgil’s eyes. “Just tell me why?”
“Shit, Richie, I’d never use you. How could you even…” Virgil shook his head, “I guess I can see where you got that impression. But you have to know, I’d never use you. I didn’t use you. I love you.”
There was a pause before Richie snorted incredulously, “Whatever.”
“Honest, Rich, I love you. I’m in love with you.” Virgil leaned forward his whole body brimming with earnestness.
“Riiggght. Must be a side effect of the sex.” Richie smiled humorlessly.
Virgil inched forward a frown on his face. “Don’t say that. It has nothing to do with sex. Let me explain.”
“It’d better be good, Vee, because right now I think you’re full of shit.” Richie warned warily.
Virgil nodded vigorously before taking a deep breath. “When you told me you’re gay, it sent my head spinning, man. Not that I had problem with it because I didn’t. It just made me examine things about myself. Like how much time I spend with you. Even without Static and Gear, we’re together most of the time. And I enjoy it. I can’t imagine spending that much time with anyone but you. I’ve cancelled dates just to get the new Plantman comic with you.”
“You cancelled dates to hang out with me? You never told me that.” Richie’s head tilted to the side, his face thoughtful.
Virgil flushed and shrugged. “Was never a big deal to me, but my dates, especially Daisy, started to get pretty pissed. It got me thinking, that’s not exactly something a straight dude would do, right? Blow off dates to hang out with his cute male friend….”
Richie made a face. “I am so not cute. Cute is for girls, Vee.”
Virgil grinned. “I’ve never found a girl I thought was cute. Pretty, sure, but cute, nu-uh. You’re the only cute person I know. And if you’d stop living in your head half the time you’d see I’m not the only person to think so.”
Richie waved a hand. “Whatever. Continue with your self-discovery and venture into jack-assery.”
That made Virgil’s grin dim. “Well, I realized no one will ever understand me like you do. That I’m world class geek that only plays at being cool. All the superhero bullshit I go through. Even before you became Gear, you were always there helping me. And you deal with me being a smart-ass very well. And well, I thought….” Virgil flushed again before mumbling, “I think we’re soul mates.”
Richie’s mouth floundered for a moment. Virgil couldn’t possibly be serious. He stared at Virgil very hard: he noticed the passion in his eyes, the intensity of his expression. This was obviously something Virgil believed wholeheartedly….so, then again, maybe he was serious. After a stretch of silence, Richie’s voice was soft, “You’re not feeding me a line, are you? You’re for real about this?”
Hazel eyes met intense, determined brown eyes. “Who understands you best, Richie? Who accepts you completely? Who can you trust to always have your back?”
Richie swallowed thickly, “Okay. Okay. If you believe that, what the hell happened, Vee?”
Virgil’s voice was just as thick when he answered back. “I didn’t realize this all at once, Rich. You know how dense I can be. It took me awhile to come to terms with all of it. Then that patrol happened. You were angry at me and you had every right. And I wanted to show you, show you exactly how I felt. It went further than I wanted. I don’t regret it all though. I always jump head-first into shit, so I couldn’t stop at a kiss. I wanted you. All of you. I still want you.” He paused to take a breath, his eyes still burning into Richie’s shocked ones. “I, uh, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The blonde blushed and had to blink a few times, “Hurt me? Vee, I was okay.”
Virgil crawled forward until he could search Richie’s face. “Be honest, Rich. I was kinda rough. I wasn’t thinking straight. I should have stayed that night and made sure you were okay.”
“Virgil, really, I was fine. You saw me in class afterward, did I look okay?”
Virgil leaned back on his hunches. “You looked fine, but I didn’t know for sure.”
There was a pause before Richie asked, “Why didn’t you stay that night?”
“I was scared.” Virgil sighed. “You didn’t even know I was gay, but I jumped you anyway. I was scared once you came to your senses you’d kick my ass.” He flashed a humorless smile, then his face went solemn again. “I didn’t know what you were thinking. Didn’t think you’d want to see me, so I avoided you. I thought I wrecked our friendship.”
“You almost did.” Richie murmured softly running a hand through his hair. Virgil only nodded. “And what about Daisy?”
Virgil rolled his eyes, “Nothing was going on there. Daisy mostly found my moping pitiful and let me hang around. So we weren’t actually dating despite popular belief. Been there, done that. Not reliable boyfriend material and all that. She was actually getting creeped out by your glares. This morning she was ordering me to grovel before you were found over her dead body and I was to tell you she isn’t a threat.”
Richie snorted darkly. “I know ten ways to kill her without leaving a trace and I’d never be found over her body. Not even Bats would solve that mystery. Not that I’d actually do it though.”
“Yeaah. I didn’t think it’d be smart to tell her that.” Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Ya know, Rich, you’re the scariest person I know.”
Richie grinned. “Even scarier than Bats and GL?”
Virgil shuddered jokingly, “Oh definitely. With them the intimidation factor is upfront. With you it’s stealthy, you never see it coming til it’s too late.”
“Good.” Richie pinned him with an intense stare over his glasses. “Because if you ever pull some shit like this again, the Justice League will be wondering why Static decided to take a sudden permanent vacation, bro.”
Virgil solemnly nodded. “Thanks for warning.”
Silence settled for a moment. Not quite comfortable, but intense with something as they stared at each other.
“So soul mates, huh?” A smirk curved Richie’s lips as he leered at Virgil in full Static uniform.
Virgil licked his lips, “Definitely, Rich.”
Richie tapped his chin with a finger. “I’m not sure I can be so easily convinced.”
A burst of static-electricity had Richie straddling Virgil’s hips before their lips met in a slow, sensuous kiss. The kiss left them both panting and burning with lust. “Dangerous move there, Spark-Boy.” Richie teased against Virgil’s neck.
“I won’t hurt you, brain-boy.” Virgil teased back.
“At least not on purpose.” Richie snorted.
“And it’s the intent that counts.” Virgil gave a cheeky grin.
Richie rolled his eyes. “Just remember. Your body. Never found.”
“Will never forget it.” Virgil promised before pulling him in for another long kiss. “We can go slow this time? I, uh, read up on a few things.”
Richie grinned, “Let’s move this to the couch.”
The resolution hadn’t been as violent or bloody as Virgil or Richie thought it would be. There might still be a few lingering issues but for such a fucked up beginning, it appeared as though things had equaled out and would generally be okay, which was really all any couple of junior superheroes could ask for. Richie couldn’t find it inside to be too pissed and Virgil was just relieved he hadn’t lost his soul mate. They’d both shared the lead and now they were ready.
~Fin~
Ending Author’s Note: I know this conclusion has been 7 years in the making and a lot of fans of this story had probably given up hope. I apologize for the wait, but the last 7 years have been hell. In 2007, my mom was diagnosed with cancer and there was another family crisis I will not get into happening around the same time. My mother is now in remission, but it was a long, painful journey and as much as I wanted to write, it just wouldn’t flow for me. So I apologize for wait and I’m eternally grateful to every person who ever added this story to their favorites or alert list or community and all the reviews I’ve gotten. All of it kept this story in the back of my mind and fueled my determination to finish it. It means more to me than I can possibly say. Thank you. I hope everyone enjoys the conclusion, I know it felt wonderful to write it.
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