This is something I've been working on in my head for quite some time, but, like usual, what sounds awesome in my head, can't seem to be written as awesome on paper, so please accept what I have managed to type out. Anyways, funny thing happened, I imagined Daisy pregnant, and then two more people with secret significant others came along. One of which is one of my original characters. Now, I'm totally alright with the V/R slash that goes on, but, honestly there's just a little too much for me to handle. No offence it's on going, and well, I wanted Richie to have a reason why he didn't flirt much with other girls and it is because he has a girlfriend several miles away. There we go. And, here we go.

I do not own Static Shock, but the original characters I do.

Takes place after the series ends. They are completing Junior year, that is what I say.

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Secrets Aren't Lies

Chapter one

A Lonely Little Virgil is Born

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Motorcycles excited her. Not for the reason you would think, but for the reason that the man who was picking her up from school today owned a motorcycle, and was giving her a ride. The fact that it was a motorcycle didn't excite her as much as the man riding it. And that still wasn't enough excitement for her. The most excitement she experienced was that she knew that the man on the motorcycle wasn't allowed to see her, and she wasn't allowed to see him. But their friendship was a powerful one. Maybe a little too powerful. After all, they had already had a fling at her old school. They had had a moment two weeks ago, and got drunk together two days ago. She was afraid that maybe she had gone too far allowing him back into her life, but when she heard that motor, and saw his face, she just couldn't say no. And when he was pressing his lips to hers she would just melt into his arms, and forget that she had ever hated him before.

She moved her eyes to the clock. Just ten more minutes to go.

"Hey, Daisy," a voice caught her attention and she looked away from the clock towards the boy standing next to her. It was their homeroom hour, which only lasted twenty minutes, and the homeroom teacher was lenient with everything, so hearing voices chattering as their owners played X-Box wasn't uncommon in this room. "You wanna catch a movie with me tonight? I got my dad's car. The nice one too."

Daisy was still stuck on the time, the image of the clock burned into her retinas. She barely noticed Virgil talking to her. "Hm?"

"I was thinking about that new movie. I wouldn't like it too much, but I figured you might. What do you say?"

She finally was able to focus her attention on the darker boy in front of her. "Which movie?" She almost forgot she had plans after school.

"I think it was called…I don't know, London something. I saw it advertised on TV. It's about this boyfriend and girlfriend and they go backpacking in Europe, but the boyfriend's not interested in the sights in Paris. He's not even interested in his girlfriend. And that's all I got out of it. It's some kind of romance I think, and you like that stuff. So…"

She had to shake her head quickly in order to get her thoughts organized. "Sorry, Virgil. I'd love to go, but I…I have plans tonight."

She didn't like to see the disappointed look on Virgil's face. He looked like a sad little puppy. "Oh…what are you up to? Hanging out with Frieda?"

"Um, yeah. It's a bunch of girl stuff, you wouldn't like it."

"No, no. That's ok. I was just wondering that's all." He looked towards the floor, lips pursed, wondering what to do now. Richie wasn't around tonight, and it was Friday! Omar had invited him to a party, but he blew it off just to ask Daisy out. As for anyone else he hung out with…well…that was basically it. "What kind of girl stuff?"

"Virgil."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He scratched at the back of his head, turning to see a few other classmates playing some racing game. "Just, everyone else was busy. But it's ok. I'll just find someone else to hang out with. Omar's going to this party…"

"You know, I remember last year, he was so anit-party. But hey, maybe it'll be fun."

"Well, why don't you and Frieda go?"

"Oh," Daisy flinched at this. She wasn't really going to be with Frieda. Oh God. What was she going to do if Frieda did go to the party? She'd tell Virgil she didn't know where Daisy was. Then she'd get the third degree tomorrow. She wasn't going to lie, she was very attracted to Virgil, and had taken him up on his offers to go out multiple times, but once he got out of jail, well…she just couldn't seem to stay away. And what would she tell Virgil? "I'm dating a criminal mastermind by the way." Yeah, that would fly over real swell, especially considering how much he liked her. She couldn't just tell him to get lost though. "We decided to have a girl's night only. Sorry, no men allowed."

Virgil giggled. She liked it when he was happy. He looked so adorable. Like a happy-go-lucky puppy dog. "What if I put a dress on?"

Daisy had to giggle back. "Sorry, Virg. But no."

The X-Box caught Virgil's attention again, but this time the other students were playing Halo 2. Now Virgil was not going to pass up the chance to play Halo, so he turned to Daisy and said, "Maybe some other time then?" Daisy nodded and watched as Virgil called second game. She looked at the clock. Five more minutes to go.

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Richie grunted as he kicked the back bumper of a Honda Civic, and then texted a message. "Fricken' piece of crap," he muttered as he kicked it again, the bumper falling off. "Aggh!" he punched the car this time, quickly regretting it and recoiled his hand, nursing it against his chest and then offering it a few kisses. "Ow." He had had to skip school today in order to get his hours in. He needed extra money and Black Top's shop was defiantly a place he could work without having to worry about uniforms or minimum wage. It wasn't cheap being a super hero, and stitching and mechanical parts didn't just fix themselves. It all involved money, and lately, he was running low. What with gas prices and his cell phone bill, not to mention the payments on his jeep…

He ran a greasy hand through his already greasy and quickly growing blonde hair, getting a smudge on his forehead, not caring though as he leant up against the Honda. His white wife-beater clung to his torso with sweat from the unpredicted heat of the April day. Was supposed to be in the forties, he thought to himself. His baggy shorts hung loosely on his hips, eighty dollar green sneakers on his feet. They were quickly becoming soaked though from the puddles of rain water and melting snow. He splashed one said puddle with the toe of his shoe and checked the time on his phone. 3:10. Just five more minutes left of school. He was hoping he could at least get one hour in of an educational lesson today, but, just as yesterday, there was no hope.

Richie looked around and was relived to see one of Black Top's better employees. It felt rather creepy working with the man that he had always had to fight in the past, but after several months, dealing with it was what kept him his job. And he couldn't afford to lose it. True his job was on the entire other end of Dakota, but it was definitely worth the gas with its paychecks. He could always get some online schooling to finish up his education. "Thank god you're here," he said with a grin as the older man quickly took over Richie's work. "Was afraid I'd never get this into the Shop."

"You always slowin' us down, Blondie," the man, who went by Tec around the neighborhood, told him, helping him to push the beater of a car the extra twenty feet to the garage.

"Yes well, slow and steady wins the race right?" Richie joked, straining his muscles just a little less thanks to Tec's help.

"Tell that to Shiv. Just lost to some rookie." The new tattoo on Tec's shoulder—a gun symbol of his gang the Nynes—pulsed over his muscle as he gave a big lug to the car, helping it along another five feet.

"You're shittin' me," Richie gave him a slightly bewildered look. "Dang, who was that?"

"Some kid who called himself Jolt. Can't even be eighteen yet."

"Ohho shit." Richie smirked and gave one last push as the car rolled into the Shop, Tec quickly calling others over to give orders as to what to do with the rundown Civic. In the meantime, Richie made himself useful by running out and grabbing the rear bumper, having to pull his pants up over his smiley face boxers as he leant down to grab it. Just as he had gotten a grip on the rusted metal, his cell phone went off with the sounds of Shakira. He grunted and then let the metal fall to the road, and quickly picked up the line, smirking as he did so. "Hey, babe," he said with a rather mischievous smile. "How ya doin?"

He chuckled as the girl on the other end started to giggle, telling him to "Wipe that dirt off your face".

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School had ended over three hours ago, and Frieda still wasn't ready. She had finally found a shirt and a long skirt to wear, but once she put on her purple eye shadow, she quickly had to change. She hadn't even gotten her lipstick on yet, and she couldn't find the right pants. Maybe her homecoming dress? "No," she said, shaking her head, "too formal." Her knee length shorts and flip flops? "Too wet for flip flops." She held up a baby doll shirt with a spotted design. "Good enough," she muttered to herself, quickly pulling the shirt over her head and running to her vanity to quickly brush her hair back into place and apply a simple shade of lip gloss. "Mom!" she yelled, darting over her room and hanging over the staircase. "Have you seen my new pair of jeans?"

"No, hun. I haven't," her mother yelled back to her from downstairs. Frieda scowled, growled, and ran back to her room, huffing.

"God, I can't find anything to wear." She slumped onto her bed and pouted her lip. She wanted to look nice. It's not like it wasn't a date date, but it was still a date, and although it wasn't a get ALL dressed up kind of date, she still had to get a little bit dressed up. Sighing, she fell back into her sheets and splayed her arms out, hoping that maybe he would come late or something. Something that would give her time to find the right clothes to wear.

Suddenly, her bright pink phone went off and upon seeing her caller ID, she quickly grabbed a pair of wedge heels, accepted the jeans she was already wearing, pulled her purse over her shoulder, and clumsily ran down the stairs, saying into the phone, "I'm on my way." Before her father could even stop her to ask her who she was going out with—she had told him earlier that she was going out with a few friends, but he would obviously still inquire as to whom she was going—she was out the door and near sprinting to the most hideous color of maroon Pontiac across the street. She hoped her parents hadn't seen who was driving.

Upon entering the car, she was greeted with a kiss by what she believed to be "the most magical lips ever". "Where've you been?" the driver asked, adjusting his beanie, small strands of bright red hair peaking out from underneath. "I've been waiting for ten minutes."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything to wear." She smiled up at him with pouty lips and apologized again. He couldn't help but smile right back at her for her cute banter of "pouty lip".

"I forgive you," he chuckled, leant over to give her another kiss, put the car into drive, and started out by taking his date to some movie he really didn't want to see, but knew she would love.

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You can probably guess what the last pairing was in this chapter, but the other two I've had paired up for a long long time, ever since I saw the movie Frida or however that name was spelled—I think that's right—many years ago. I know that they are not the pairings that everyone else expects, but that is what is expected from me. Please review.