Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock, because if I did then I would confirm the idea that Richie and Virgil do, in fact , have a 'thing' for each other. Also there would be some changes. Static Shock is too damn censored, it would be more 'real'... Plus I would fix the edges on the drawing. Have you ever noticed that it looks abstract?

My Claimer: The Characters look like:

Virgil: A younger Lenny Cravitz (don't ask, that's what first popped into my head)/ or Julito McCullum

Richie: Aaron Carter (Lmfao, I'm sorry that's what first came to mind...not to mention if Richie were a real person not an animation, that would be him)

Daisy: A cross between Cassy Steel and Andrea Lewis...having mostly Andrea Lewis qualities. (the only thing of Cassy's is Daisy's small size)

Okay I know I say my writing sucks...and well I think it does. I have a lot of other stories that go into much more detail and more in depth...but basically I'm my own worst critic...even when I'm playing my guitar or cooking...yea...

I LOVE reviews, you don't know how happy it makes me to read onor looking at my story on the site and finding out I got another review..It makes me feel so freakin' special

Me: Don't even start Wry!

Anyway, thanks again!

Warnings: Self-Injury (SI), Slash, Abuse, all that good shit.

Reviews...Only two this time...Though I did update within a two day period...So one a day...that's fine...

Snake Mistress: Virgil definitely has a thick skull...If Richie probably spelled everything out for him her probably wouldn't notice...he's truly clueless. He should replace Alicia Silverstone or whatever her name is. Anyway had a lizard once. It was a little Anole (sp?)...But I had two male ones and one kinda killed the other O.O. Let me tell 'ya, lizard corpses are disgusting. Their eyes are all gone and it's just like a black hole and their skin is really loose...ewwie!

Kari Anna: I used chest because when you get the feeling it's not your heart. It's like your rib cadge was emptied and the contents fell down to your toes. At least for me anyway. I'm also a stickler for proper English and grammar and I considered being a English teacher as well...But I'm just a little bit to strict (even though I may not necessarily write in that way, it's how I am in real life) with grammar and pronunciation. I'd have to work on a military base and personally I don't like uniforms ;-). Oh and please call me Charlie, not a big fan of the name I choose on here...

To the Story:

Richie was out patrolling with Virgil. Though really he wasn't. He was sitting on top of a roof top looking down at an alley way by himself. Virgil was the one really patrolling. He was thinking about what Virgil said earlier.

"When I was jealous of her hanging around with other guys I knew I had something for her." The sentence echoed in his mind. Was that was Richie was? Jealous of Daisy and Virgil? He couldn't be. He didn't like Virgil...well in that way At least. There was another explanation for why he was feeling the way he was. It could be the fact that Richie had know Virgil for longer and now it was like Richie didn't even matter. Maybe it was even his more then screwed up mind looking for some constant in his life and now it was being taken away. He didn't know. The genius was at a loss for answers. A first if Richie's ever seen one.

Richie moved his dangling feet back and forth, looking at the scenery. Beyond the numerous buildings was a large hill that had an extremely tall black cast iron fence going around it. It was a cemetery, Dakota City's only cemetery to be more precise. He could see a small party of black cloaked figures surrounding one spot, and then one white dot. A funeral was taking place. It's amazing, it truly is. To think that at the same time someone is dying-or being buried- and someone somewhere is being born at the same time. Hard to think that the two could happen nearly in unison. Though on average a person dies every eight seconds and a baby is born every five.

Richie let out a sigh and turned to look to his right. He couldn't see Virgil but he knew he was somewhere in the general direction. Keyword was somewhere. As odd as it sounds Richie wanted to stay away from Virgil now. Well now that he's fighting this feeling in his gut. Maybe if he just stayed away for a long period of time it would disappear all together. Hopefully that is. No guarantees should be made.

Virgil knew he should be patrolling but he wasn't. Instead he was watching his best friend. He was discreetly hidden behind the large air vent that was on the same roof. Only the tops of his hair and the upper part of his head (eyes included) peaked out. He had to admit. Richie was acting odd right now. He had seemed normal the whole time he was with him. But once Richie was alone he looked really despondent. Virgil assumed it was just the fact of something at home. Virgil had a slither of an idea about what as going on but nothing more. It was worse a while back, then it lightened up and looked now as if it had completely stopped. Maybe it was just sports like Richie was saying. Virgil didn't know what to think about Richie right now, he didn't even know what to really think about himself.

Richie flicked one of the numerous small grey pebbles that scattered the roof and watch it bounce forward a little and fall off the edge of the building. He watched with his blue eyes as the pebble then free fell to the ground and ended up shattering. At least from what he was seeing from nearly fifty feet above ground.

Richie's ears caught sound of a small movement, like a shuffled walk and looked behind him. There was Virgil. Richie gave a small smile, then one a friend would give upon seeing their other best friend(s).

"Hey V, why aren't you patrolling?" He asked, truly a little baffled.

"Why aren't you?" Virgil replied, coming up next to Richie. Richie gave a small nod.

"Fair enough. Anyway it doesn't seem like anything much is going on. We must be having a calm or something." Richie said. Virgil nodded, looking slightly baffled.

"A calm is permanent...right?" He asked not quite sure. Richie gave a small laugh as he stood up.

"No a calm is what comes before a large storm. Like before their's a big rainstorm the air is always really calm, get it now?" He asked. Virgil then gave a more enthusiastic nod.

"Now I get it. Well it doesn't look like there's really anything to do, just wanna grab a burger down at burger fool?" Virgil asked, hopping back onto his disk.

"Sure." Richie said, replacing his helmet and staring up his boots. Virgil started off to the direction of a alley way near the closet burger fool and Richie followed after.

Richie had a hard time keeping the soda from coming out of his nostrils. Virgil had just managed to somehow trip over himself and fell right into the ball pit where a bunch of toddlers were playing. It was truly comical to him. He still struggled to keep the soda contained in his mouth and the second he stopped laughing- even though it was just for a millisecond - managed to swallow the contents. He then began to calm down, his laughter slowly subsiding.

"I'm sorry, here." He heard Virgil say, giving back a ball to a little boy. The boy smiled and took the small plastic ball and ran back into the ball pit to continue playing. Virgil then shook his head at himself and found his way back to the table.

"Maybe I should lend you my armor, you certainly can't trip with metal over your feet." He said. Virgil did a mock laugh, then a small smile and moved on to eating- more like wolfing down- his burger. Richie just watched with a slightly raised eyebrow, afraid that he might get splattered with ketchup. Virgil didn't really seem to notice and the minute he put the one forth of the left over burger back on his tray looked up.

"What?" He asked innocently. Richie shook his head giving a small laugh and returned to eating his food.