A Response to the Hallucinations Challenge on the Sam-n-Josh list
Author: Beth
Category: Sam/Josh (gen)
Rating: G
Spoilers: I'm“keying off” of stuff from “On the Day Before” so if you haven't seen it – well, you've been warned.
Disclaimer: I'm not Sorkin. I promise. These are his guys, I just borrowed. I'm making nothing from this -- just having a little bit of fun.
Notes: It's a challenge response. It has nothing to do with Wild Ride. I just did it for fun.
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“So, Josh, did Leo tell you what he said?” Sam questioned as they walked down the hall.
“Yeah. He's not gonna take it. Says he's on the team,” Josh frowned.
Sam stopped walking and turned toward Josh. “On the team? He used those words?”
“That's what Leo said. Why what's wrong with the word team?”
Sam shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”
“It's something. What is it?”
“Really Josh, it's nothing.”
“What kind of nothing is it?”
“Nothing – you know, no thing. The absence of thing-ness.”
“Uh-huh. Sure, Sam. Tell me then what kind of thing would it have to be in order for it to be, in fact, a thing?”
“It would have to be a thing. Why are we talking about this?”
“Because you won't tell me what's bothering you about Charlie saying that he's on the team, and so I have to keep badgering you until you tell or –“
“Or what? I die from the constant barrage of whatever it is that will be pouring out of your mouth?”
“Well there's that, or I could just take you out and get you drunk. Then you'll tell me.”
“You'd never last long enough.” Sam said with calm assurance.
“Believe what you want, Oliver.” Josh said as he started dragging Sam out of the west wing.
*****A Few Hours Later********
“And this is another fine mess you've gotten me into Stanley.” Sam slurred as he and Josh were trying to stay hidden behind Josh's office door.
“It was your idea. I'm just helping with the execution – that's all.” Josh sounded remarkably sober to Sam – which he was. Josh had been surreptitiously pouring his beers back into the pitcher that he and Sam had purchased.
“How's this supposed to work again?”
“He's going to come in looking for a file in a couple of minutes. I've got one of the piles booby-trapped, and it will fall everywhere. He'll try to clean the papers up – he'll trip the spring and the bucket of water will come flying at him from under the desk.”
“Do I even want to know why you have all this stuff in your office?”
“You aren't the only boy scout around here.”
“Huh?”
“Always prepared.”
They only had to wait another minute or so before Charlie came hustling in to find the file that Leo said was on Josh's desk – somewhere. As Josh had predicted, Charlie one of the piles slid of the desk sending papers everywhere. Charlie was crawling around scooping up papers when he hit the trigger which shot the water at him. He sat back on his heels while he tried to figure out what had just happened. Then he heard the snickers coming from the corner.
“What the hell?” Charlie asked.
“Now you're part of the team.” Sam slurred.
“Huh?”
Sam started to speak again, but Josh indicated that he would take over from here. “You told Leo you were part of the team. But you aren't part of this team until Sam and I have played a practical joke on you. Now we have, so now you are.”
Sam jerked a thumb in Josh's direction. “What he said.”
“Okay whatever. I'm going to go back to work now. I won't mention this Abbott and Costello moment to anyone.”
“Hey, we're Laurel and Hardy tonight.” Sam said indignantly.
“Let it go, Sam.” Josh said easily. “Come on, let's get you home.”
END
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