BATIM Oneshots ig

Where is he? | Sammy x Wally ☁

Hickory dickory dock.

The mouse went up the clock.

The clock struck one...

Dum, dum,

The mouse went down.

Hickory dickory dock.

Sammy whispered the lyrics to the age old nursery rhyme under his breath, wondering if Norman was right about installing a clock into his office. He never needed it from his work, if anything it hindered him with the thought that he had time to spare. But now that he did, he didn't know how long it would take for him to get there.

Where was he anyway? His love song? He should be here by now, he said he'll be at Sammy's office by closing time.

The music director pulled out his watch from his cabinet drawer. 5:30.

The studio has been closed for thirty minutes, and he still hasn't heard the doors lock through the thin floors. What he did hear was the door close when Wally left to dispose of the trash, but not coming in.

The studio always felt different after hours, despite being one of the people who stayed late the longest. If he's correct, then Mr. Cohen is the only one here other than him, but he's... strange.

Laughs. Loud laughter filled his ears as well as weeping. He ran towards it. He knows that voice, the voice of an angel even though such sorrow. He knows that cry. He knows Wally's cry.

He burst out the door and started to shout. Everyone stared in disbelief before erupting into laughter at the short blonde man. The tallest walked up to Sammy and mocked him.

"What'cha gonna do 'bout it? Kick me in the shins?" He mocked, leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees to crouch to his height.

That was a mistake.

Sammy truly had to thank the high expectations of his parents now, as he managed to swing his leg to collide with the other's jaw. With the other disoriented, he tackled the man to the ground. Blood started to stain the floor and the knees of his overalls.

He stopped. Looked at the five others. An odd group of two clearly younger members of a similar age and three about the same as Wally and the tall one.

The shortest of them, couldn't have been less than eighteen, but so clearly younger than the others kept laughing, but not the same mocking laugh they had before. It was disturbed by loud intakes of breath, the sound of their shoes scraping against concrete as they stumbled slightly. Loud broken giggles leaving their lips. A panicked laugh.

Before grabbing the wrist of the second shortest member and bolting away. A flower fluttered to the ground, a purple hyacinth.

The other two dragged the leader to his feet, supporting his weight on their back. The last looked Sammy in the eye, hesitating before bowing slightly.

"Congratulations."

He ran away.

Sammy looked at the victim.

"Hey," Wally whispered.

"Hey... Were you crying?" Sammy asked, recognizing the slightly hoarse tone.

"No. I'm just tired," the other's voice cracked as he hid his face. All was quiet before he let out a loud laugh. He ran to the blonde and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sammy heard the laughter and relief in the other's voice.

The blonde patted the other's head, before ruffling the other's hair with a grin.

"Walls! You were so great at handling that! Look at you, a klutz with no injury oh him!" Sammy teased as Wally let out a mock wail.

"I don' wanna drink anymoreeee," Wally dragged out the word as he he'd butted the blond's shoulder. Sammy pushed him off with a grin.

"After handling that so well? No wonder. Wanna ice cream date instead?"

Wally shushed Sammy loudly, covering the blond's mouth as he giggled. "Shut up! Someone will hear us!"

Oh yeah, it's not legal for men to like men. Oops.

A huff escaped Sammy's lips. "Fine, wanna hang out and grab some ice cream then?"

The janitor smiled and took Sammy's hand. "I would love to."