Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Genre: Meh, fluff I guess? Slight angst. Friendship.
Disclaimer: I don't own SS

A/N: Bleh, not too fond of this one. -_-


"Yo, Static! On your left!" Gear flew out of the way of an energy blast thrown by Shiv as he called out to his partner to watch out. Static was able to duck just in time and he sent a quick thumbs up as a thanks.

"C'mon now, Shiv." Static hovered above the purple-haired bang baby tauntingly. "You know my motto. You don't start none, there won't be none." He turned to Gear. "Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?"

Gear shrugged and slowly moved his hand to finger a Zap Cap on his belt. With the new upgrades, they could easily restrain Shiv, but he just needed the right moment. He hung back slightly as Shiv and Static dueled in explosions of light until, finally, he saw his chance.

Gathering as much strength as he could, Gear threw the Zap Cap with all of his might directly at the bang baby. A direct hit. Shiv cried out in frustration as he collapsed to the ground, metal coils wound around his entire body. Static landed and began to asses the damage caused to the environment around them as Gear walked towards Shiv.

"Well then," he said with a cocky smile. "That went better than expected."

Shiv's mouth curled into a sneer. "You shouldn't speak so soon, man." With a flash of light, Shiv busted through his restraints and sent Gear flying backwards. Equations flew through Richie's neurons at lighting speed. Angle, rate, velocity, speed all combined together to tell him that this was not going to end well.

"Gear! Gear, wake up! Someone call 9-1-1! Gear, please wake up."

Richie groaned. "Vir— Uh, Static?" He opened his eyes to find the familiar blurry outline of his best friend above him. "Static. What… What happened?"

"Shiv blasted you into a building. You hit your head pretty hard." Richie tried to sit up, but Virgil pushed him down. "That's probably not a good idea, man. Wait until the paramedics show up."

Reaching up to his face, Richie realized that the world was blurry because of his lack of glasses. "Where's my visor? It has my prescription lenses in it." He paused, and then his hands flew to cover his face. "Wait! My visor! I need a mask!" His fingers sensed a fabric around his eyes, and his brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Above him, Virgil chuckled. "Well, you know how I have a mask and goggles? I figured that I could use the goggles, you can use the mask, and your cracked helmet could just sit off to the side."