Rating: PG
Warnings/Triggers: None, really.
Genre: Slight angst, romance, fluffy things
Disclaimer: I don't own SS!
A/N: Okay, yeah, not my best. -_- I've just had such a bad case of writer's block with chapter 12 (of my multi-chap) that I need to write something. Anything. In this case, this is what happened. -_- Rawr.
"So… I guess this is it, huh, V?"
Virgil and Richie stood awkwardly facing each other. They were at the airport, and Richie had his suitcase handle in his hand.
"Don't say that, Richie. This isn't the end. There's no way I'm letting you off the hook that easy," said Virgil with a smile. "It's only a few years, and then we'll be back to fighting crime and chillin at the gas station together."
Richie's eyes filled with tears as he thought about everything. "Sure, V," he said with a shaky voice.
A voice came on over the loudspeakers: "All passengers on flights to the United Kingdom, please make your way towards your gates." Blue eyes met brown as the lifelong friends shared their last moments. Virgil held out his arms and Richie crashed into him and hugged him tightly.
"I can't believe you're leaving, Richie," whispered Virgil. "I'm going to miss you so much, you have no idea."
"It's only for a few years. Once I finish at Cambridge, then I'll come straight home."
"You better."
They held onto each other for a few minutes, neither one willing to let the other one go. When they finally did pull away, Richie grabbed Virgil's hands and held them tightly.
"You're my best friend, Virgil," he said. "Nothing can come between us. Nothing. Not even hundreds of miles of ocean."
"You promise?" Virgil's voice was thick with emotion.
"I promise."