A/n: Sorry this is kinda late, I haven't had very much inspiration or time to write so updates might get less frequent. Anyway this is angsty Sprace with happy ending because I don't like sad endings. I'm thinking about writing some kind of backstory to this, but probably not. They had a huge fight it's basically the: We broke up years ago but the hospital called me to pick you up are you oaky? also you're really high on pain killers. Except he's drunk.
Ring!Ring!
Spot sat up in bed and fumbled around for his phone. He hit the answer button without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"
"Spotty!" Spot's eyes shot open and he pulled the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. Race.
"What?" The word slipped out unintentionally. Spot wasn't expecting to hear from Race ever again. They had broken up on really bad terms two years ago after a five year relationship and a ten year friendship. "Race?"
The line erupted into giggles "You're pretty"
That explained it. Race was drunk "And you're really drunk"
"No I'm not" Race objected. There was a crashing noise and more giggling.
"Are you okay?" Spot glanced at the clock. 3:46am.
The giggling stopped "I'm sad"
Spot sighed "Where are you? Are you with someone?"
"No" Race didn't elaborate and Spot wanted to slam his head into the wall.
"Race where are you?" Even if they weren't together Spot could still worry about Race's safety.
"Oh yeah that's why I called you" Race's words were slurred from either alcohol or exhaustion "I think I'm lost"
"Why me?" Or all the people in Races contacts why did he choose Spot?
"Because you're pretty and I love you" Race explained. It sounded like the easiest thing ever, like they hadn't broken up and never broke each other's hearts.
Every part of Spot screamed at him to hang up and call Albert or Davey or anyone and tell them to deal with it, but instead he turned on the light. "Race where are you?"
"I'm not sure" Race whimpered "Can you pick me up"
"I'm on my way" Spot slipped on his shoes without tying them and locked the door. At least he had the day off tomorrow so he could sleep in.
"I don't feel so good" Race mumbled
"That would be the drinking" Spot started his car and ignored the sound of puking.
"Are you here yet?" Race asked still sounding slightly nauseous.
"You need to tell me where you are" Spot was in his car but he had no idea where he was going.
"It's dark. And I'm on a street" Race described helpfully (Not)
Spot sighed "What does the street sign say?"
There was shuffling. "I can't tell"
"What-" Spot rolled his eyes "Where were you drinking?"
The other line erupted into tears and Spot wanted to slam his head into the steering wheel "It's the Spot bar"
To anyone else that would have meant nothing, but it was what Race used to call the bar where they hooked up for the first time. "Okay are you close to the bar?" Spot started the car now that he had a direction.
"Yes- no" Race thought for a second "I don't know"
"I'll find you" Spot decided to just search the surrounding blocks.
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One-Shots!
FanfictionOne shots from musicals, mostly Newsies and Dear Evan Hansen. One shots include: Dear Evan Hansen(5), Newsies(24), Tuck Everlasting(2), Hamilton(1), Book of Mormon(2). I'll write for musicals I know so send suggestions!
