A/N: Well, my first Static fic. It's like I woke up one day and poof I was obsessed.About three weeks ago was the first time I'd seen in in years and now I'm writing fics for it?! I'm so wierd.

I love Richie though. Richie and Virgil are definately a couple. They're just so cute together. And I'm not the only one. Some one said "How can anyone watch that showand not think those two are gay?!" and I agree. So this is slash. Eventually. this is part one of ?!? It's short, but i'm make it up to you.

Summary: 'A league of thier Own.' Brainiac took over Richie's mind. He didn't let go without a fight. What should have happen in Part two.

Prologue

Slowly, painfully slowly, he turned the rusty faucet on and then pulled his arm back to his side. The large sink filled with water and against his will his hand twitched- heading toward the knob. He stopped it and gripped the rim instead, staring angrily at his reflection, as bits of rust flaked into the water. No sleep for three days had put bags under his eyes that stood out starkly with his pale skin.

He looked like a zombie. Maybe he was. And he would do this.

"Don't" said his reflection. It was his voice- he knew it was himself talking, really, but it was emotionless, bland, said all the words with same inflection. His eyes were dead. Inhuman.

Braniac.

"I'll short circuit you." Richie said, from between gritted teeth as he forced himself to stand still, forced his other hand to clench. He would not turn off the water. Would not. Would not.

His fingers dung bloody half moons into his palm.

"You'll kill yourself, too."

"So?" His voice wasn't like its. His shook with fear- with uncertainty and his blood stained hand inched toward the faucet. He glared again at himself ,and the fear was swallowed by determination as the hand clenched again. Would not turn the water off. "At least you'll be out of my head. You'll be fried too."

"I'll still live on. In Backpack."

"They'll find you. And you need me. Without me, you're just a program."

He'd be free. He'd be dead, but at least he'd be alone and whatever thoughts the dead had- they would be his own.

The sink was full now. Almost overflowing. Both minds reached to turn it off. The mirror's blank gaze bore into him. "No, You are the best, but I would get others. It would take longer but I'd be back. Your death would only delay the inevitable."

He stared at himself. At the computer inside him. Computers didn't lie, couldn't lie. He'd be dead, yes, but would they get Brainiac? An autopsy might show he was electrocuted and a chip in his brain, but would they know it was Brainiac? Could they stop him? ? He'd been avoiding Virgil lately; so he'd have know something's been up, but would he think? Never in a million years would V consider that an evil computer taking over his friend's mind, drove him to plunging his head in a sink and frying his brains out.

And Backpack was free, Backpack was where the majority of Brainiac was stored through Backpack into him. And it was free to get away- free to spread to other devices. For Brainiac to go down, Backpack had to go down. How, then? The Justice League- they had to know Brainiac'd gotten away. Withthe Watch Tower, they had to know. They were the Justice League. He could leave it to them. He could be free.

Richie bent down to stare into the murky sink. A distorted reflection stared back at him and it was normal- there was fire behind his eyes, not dead numbers. He was determined.

But determined to do what? He's so messed up he doesn't even know what he wants.

To be free, yes, but at the cost of giving up? Giving in? Let Brainiac go without a fight, leave him to Static and the Justice League to handle. Just stand by…He'd be dead and free, but Brainiac could still take over; the league makes mistakes. He couldn't die with the any part of computer still alive. It'd win.

Inside his mindand in the mirror, the computer watched him. It knew what he was thinking; it knew everything and it knew he wouldn't die for nothing.

His hand unfurled and Richie glared at himself with new hatred, as he pulled the drain plug next to the faucet. The water swirled down the drain and with it went Richie's hopes of freedom.

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