Rae: Hiya guys! (Waves madly) I'm back with another fanfic!
Virgil: Great – more torture reading…
Rae: You know, I don't MAKE you read these…you read them yourself. You don't have to read if you don't want to!
Richie: She's got you there, bro.
Virgil: Oh shut-(Gets a face-full of his Static costume)
Rae: Hush up the pair of you and go out on patrol or something. I've got a fic to write here! (sighs)
Okay, this is a songfic to the song 'Not Gonna Get Us' by t.A.T.u . (not all lyrics included!) Not from a particular point of view, it runs through Richie and Virgil's relationship from when they first met to "present day" circumstances. Each new "chapter" is 3 years on in their lives, from 8 years old until their present day 17-year-old selves.
Richie: (pops head round the doorframe) Rae doesn't own Static Shock!
Rae: (Throws a pillow at Richie) Thanks for that, Rich…I don't own Static Shock or its characters, but I control what they do! Mwahahahaha! Besides, if I owned Static Shock it would suck majorly, so as it doesn't suck majorly I don't own it.
'thoughts'
lyrics
Two entities, two souls, and one shared bond that runs deeper than anyone can ever know, or understand, and that can never be destroyed by the enigmatic element of time.
Starting from here, let's make a promise
You and me, let's just be honest
We're gonna run, nothing can stop us
Even the night that falls all around us…
An 8-year-old Virgil Hawkins was bored. Very bored. English was his least favorite subjects, unless you counted Math. He sighed, and his eyes drifted from his textbook to outside the window. There was a gentle swaying of the leaves on the trees and bushes outside from the soft spring breeze, Clear blue skies could be seen above, broken only by a few white, wispy clouds. A perfect day, and he was stuck inside being taught all about punctuation and sentence structure. 'Too complex for an 8-year-old…' he thought.
He then realized the teacher had stopped talking, and turned to see if she'd spotted him gazing outside instead of listening. Instead, she was talking to the principle, who had a small boy standing nervously behind him. The boy had blond hair with a few bangs that fell into his bright, cerulean blue eyes. A light dusting of freckles adorned the bridge of his nose, across which lay a pair of black glasses. Certainly he looked interesting, and one of the cutest 3rd graders that Virgil had ever seen.
"All right, guys," said Miss Jeanette(1), smiling at the students as the principle left, and putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "This is Richard…no, sorry, Richie Foley. I want everyone to make him feel welcome here in Dakota. Hmmm…there's an empty seat by Virgil, Richie. Why don't you take that one for the time being?"
Richie nodded, and Virgil noted a slight flush in his cheeks as he sat down. He grinned, but didn't say a word as he passed he textbook over to Richie so they could share. The blond shot him a grateful glance, and then went back to looking at the passage they were supposed to be taking notes on.
Virgil was singing along softly to a song in his head as he walked towards his usual eating spot, swinging his blue lunchbox in time to the beat of the song. He stopped, however, when he saw that Richie was already occupying his spot. The blond looked up when he heard the approaching footsteps, and looked a little surprised when Virgil sat down. The black boy looked at Richie and grinned. "You're in my eating spot," he stated simply.
"Sorry…" Richie started to get up, but a hand came up and pulled on his shirtsleeve, making him sit down again. "Nah, it's okay. I don't want to eat lunch alone." Virgil opened his lunchbox and proceeded to munch the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while Richie started eating a small tub of applesauce before going on to his turkey sandwich.
Pretty soon both were done, and Virgil flopped back so he was lying flat out on the grass. Richie watched the boy, before doing the same himself.
"Hey, Richie?"
"Yeah?"
"Mind if I call you 'Rich'?" Virgil turned to the blond. "I think you'd make a great friend. How about it?" Richie's eyes widened a little, but his face broke out into a grin, and he nodded. "Sure thing. Promise?"
"Promise."