This Ain't Just Newsies No More ~ Sprace & Javid

21 | Escape | Race

Anyone hooked yet? This starts pretty much where I left off. Also, has anyone else noticed how there is almost always a character with a certain name shared by a certain character that we of the Newsies fandom know and love? This'll be clear in a second. Like, there is always someone with that name. And someone shouting said name; and it's always like oh look it's just another Tuesday. You'll know what I'm talking about when you read the first real sentence of this. Enjoy! :)

"JAAAAAAACK!" Race yells. He keeps jiggling the door knob to no avail. It's just no use. The door's lock, and he doesn't have a key.

If he had made it out that door one second earlier this wouldn't have happened.

He doesn't know what time it is.

He just knows that he should be on the way to Brooklyn right now if he wants to make it to the docks in time for sunset.

Actually, he's not even sure he'll make it to sunset at this point, even if he miraculously gets out right this second.

He sighs with defeat. This was not how today was supposed to end.

This can't be happening. And yet it is.

Spot's going to wait, and wait, and wait, and Race won't be there. And...depending on how much Race means to Spot, he'll be disappointed. The thought hurts Race's heart.

And Race still can't believe it. Why the heck is Jack doing this to him? It makes literally no sense. What does Jack have against him and Spot? It's not the possibility of Jack being disgusted by people like him; Jack is with David. So...what exactly happened with Jack and Spot yesterday? What happened that was so bad that Race is now here curtesy of Jack instead of at the Brooklyn docks at sunset on a *date*? Race knows he missed something. He just wishes he knew what exactly it is.

Then he gets renewed purpose. He shouldn't let Spot down.

He tries banging on the door. "I'M IN HERE!" he shouts. "SOMEBODY! THIS AIN'T FUNNY! HELP!"

Inexplicably he stumbles back a little after the last pound, and falls on something hard.

"What the heck...?" he mutters to himself, trying to feel what it is. 

It's the broom.

The freaking broom that Race found out in the hall and tried to return during Kid Blink and Mush's make out session.

"'Course it's the freaking broom." He continues cursing himself and the broom.

"Race? Is that you in there?" a voice, slightly muffled from being on the other side of the door, breaks Race's concentration.

Race instantly jumps up.

That was Kid Blink.

"YES!" Race exclaims. "Yes! I'm here! I got locked in!"

"How the heck did you manage that? The lock's on the outside. I knew you were talented, but wow-"

Race huffs. "It wasn't me! It was Jack!" Does he really think I'm so dimwitted I'd find a way to lock myself in a closet?

"Jack? Why would Jack do this?"

"I told him I was going to Brooklyn."

"I don't recall many races at Sheepshead at this time of day."

"That's because it ain't Sheepshead I had in mind."

"Then what?"

Race sighs. "I was going to see Spot."