I decided to try my hand at doing a Static Shock fic for the very first time, so forgive me if it doesn't come out so well but here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock or any of its characters; instead, they do belong to Kids WB, DC comics, Warner Bros, etc. I am just borrowing them is all.
This will also be a Virgil x Richie story :)
Fate.
Summary: Throughout their years of friendship, through laughter and tears, through bullying and death, through good times and bad times, they had always stood by each-other through fate.
Rated T for swearing, talk of death, mention of blood, and homophobic words.
Pairing: Virgil x Richie.
Genre: Friendship/Romance.
Chapter 1.
Where: The Foley Residence in Dakota.
Time: 10:33 p.m.
Hey Virgil, do you remember the first day we met? I know I do. I have always had this idea about how fate can really bring two people together in their time of need; I believe that fate had chosen the right kind of people if I do say so myself.
Richie loved taking baths.
Throughout the years for as long as he could remember, he had preferred taking them instead of showers. He loved the feel of the warm water and bubbly soap combined into each-other to make it more relaxing and comforting as it inched up onto his neck letting out a sigh in the long run as he took a handful of the sweet scented foam and blew them away in child-like wonder having a lazy smile watching them pop in slow motion. This was his favorite time of the night especially on a Friday night that is; after a hard week of school, and busting bang babies with Static, the blonde haired teen had really deserved some quiet time of his own once finishing his homework, and installing new upgrades in Backpack that he really needed a soak in the tub.
There were only two reasons why: one, his father was away out of state due to business, (a trait that Sean Foley was really good at just to get away leaving his son and wife behind), and 2, it was getting closer to Winter Vacation leaving the students to finally sigh in relief after putting in so many hours of school-work and homework mixed together in order to get 2 weeks off; plus, that meant getting to spend more time with Virgil as well in which the thought of seeing the dark teen made him smile warmly.
Since their first meeting on their first day of Preschool that had approximately happened 12 years ago, the two boys have had an unbreakable bond ever since and knew that no matter what would happened with them or between them, they knew that they would always stick around each-other no matter what the cost was at any given time of the day or night. Virgil had been the one to help the Foley male get through rough times since then and had always had his back when someone would pick on him due to out of sheer boredom that the pale male would confide in the mocha individual about it leading him to stick up for his new friend in any given situation due to him dealing with it himself when it was just him alone and he had nobody in his own age to play with.
But there were times when Richie would fight the bullet and stand up for himself as well. He may have not been the assertive type, but he knew when to tell somebody to knock it off and leave him alone which was what he had learned from his new friend when at times Virgil would be sick to come to school and he had to stand up for himself regardless of how much he was afraid to but he wanted to show the bullies that nobody would stick Richard Osgood Foley in a corner or a locker. Virgil would hear the great news when Richie himself told him how much he had defended himself from Norris Berkely that the African-American would give out his congrats knowing that Richie just had to find that inner strength in him somehow and he always knew deep down that it was with him all along without him knowing about it.
By the time the boys had made it into Elementary School into the 4th grade, Virgil's mother Jean was killed a few nights later right after the Dakota Riots by a stray gun bullet that launched itself within her that by the time she was being rushed to the hospital it was too late. She had given herself to be a hero due to her being in Paramedics that it also wanted for her son to be a hero himself. But once her death had reached his ears, he became bitter and difficult to the point his father and sister Sharon gave up in trying to make him feel better or just try to talk to him with every chance that they had; it wasn't until late one Saturday afternoon when Richie came by and that was when Virgil had let it all out after weeks of pent up anger and withdrawal that he had finally bawled into the blonde letting him know that it just wasn't fair that his mom had to die so soon and sudden as he would have nightmares about so much of her blood leaving her body that it would be hard to go back to sleep at nights.
Richie understanding where he was coming from due to his Grandmother who died from brain tumor by the time he reached to 7 gave him words of comfort letting him know that even in death, his mother was in heaven right now looking down on him from above and that she would always be there in spirit even when he needed her, she was there, when he was lonely, she was there, and when they graduated to move up to Middle School, she was also there giving out her heartfelt smile and laugh letting her angel friends know that was her boy!
Richie soon opened his eyes not knowing that he had fell asleep. He had been so caught up in having memories that he didn't even feel when the water had slightly changed from its warm and comforting temperature but he knew that that was enough for the night for his fingers were also getting wrinkles. After drying himself off and letting the water drain once the plug had been pulled out, he soon made it into his room with nothing on but his fuzzy blue robe with matching slippers a gift that he had gotten from Maggie from last Christmas as he made it towards his bedroom window watching the little snow flakes drift down from the dark cloudy skies of Dakota eyes shining like deep pools of sapphires in delight. Letting out a sigh afterwards, he plopped down on his bed lying flat on his back as he took out something hard-covered from his night table drawer revealing to be his journal that he often wrote in whenever he was sad, confused, wanting to be silly, or just damn near every emotion he had or found the meaning of in its pages.
Soon taking his pen, and calling out for the little robot for light, he began to write.
Hope you all enjoyed :) like I said this is my first S.S fic so please go easy on me; I haven't watched all of the episodes back then I think only 3 or 4 of them and that was about it when I was younger.
Reviews are L.O.V.E and I do take criticism thank you :)