Title: Reasons: Number 03 of 20 of Why the Truth is King…
Fandom: Static Shock
Characters: Virgil/Hotstreak, Richie
Words: 300 Rating: T
Summary: The truth will set you free…or tire you out…you can never tell these days.
Days turn into weeks and my mood hasn’t improved and I think every bang-baby in the city knows Static means business. Fine by me but now the human crimes have picked up. Those bank robbers were armed to the teeth. By the time I hand them over to the cops, I’m beat and in need of some peace and quiet.
To the old city park it is.
It’s in a deserted part of town so imagine my surprise when I see none other than Hotstreak laid out on a bench. I start to turn around but think fuck it as long as he doesn’t start a fight I’ll let him be. I’m so pissed I don’t even hide my presence and stroll right in front of him.
I can tell he tenses but doesn’t move. Instead, he says, “I don’t want any trouble Sparky.”
“Good, I’m not in the mood to deal with you either.”
Red brows arch in surprise, “What has you in such a pissy mood? You’ve been on edge for weeks.”
“Just because I obey the law doesn’t mean I don’t have my own problems,” I snap not even knowing why I bothered to answer him.
“Chill out Hero, nobody said your life was fucking roses.”
“Go away and leave me alone, Hotstreak.”
“Fuck you, Sparky. I was here first. If you don’t like it, you leave.”
He’s right and for some reason this realization strikes me as funny as hell and I laugh.
“What’s so damn funny,” the redhead asks sitting up now.
“I just realized we’re fighting over a park bench like a couple of fourth graders.”
“Yeah, well I swore I’d never grow up so fine by me, Flyboy.”
“Why am I even talking to you?” I ask.
“Beats the hell out of me.”