It was another ordinary day at the office.
At least that is what William was thinking as he walked in that morning, heading to his small office where he would spend the next hour writing and finishing paperwork, sorting paperwork, analyzing paperwork, filing it and sending it out. Spend the next hour doing all that, meanwhile trying to keep his subordinates in check.
Like the red-haired menace sitting on the couch in the lounge.
"Mr. Sutcliff, get to work." William's voice was cold as he walked briskly past. Grell Sutcliff was on the couch, in the arms of Undertaker, and both of them tossed annoyed looks at Will.
"Awe, William, come on-"
"Work. Now." As William turned down a hallway and stepped into his office, he wondered why Undertaker was even there. He was retired, wasn't he? He didn't have business here…
Or perhaps you are jealous? William, jealous? Never. Jealous over the fact that his coworker, the out-going and gorgeous Grell spent most of his free time, and even then all his work time with that man? No, never, because if William said he wasn't jealous… then apparently he wasn't jealous.
Meanwhile, as William lied to himself in his office while going over files, Grell got up.
"Sorry, darling, but I really do need to catch up on work…"
"Work? You've never worried about that before." Undertaker tried to tug him back down onto his lap, but Grell resisted.
"I don't want to; I mean, I'd spend all day with you if I could. But I really need to get to work, or William will take away my scythe or something…"
"William's a stuck-up pompous ass…"
"He tries. Seeing as he has to put up with all these idiots here, including myself, it is reasonable. Besides, I can make up for it later my love!" Grell pulls Undertaker onto his feet, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. Undertaker chuckles slightly.
"You're not an idiot, alright? And you will definitely make up for it later."
"8 O'clock sharp?"
"8 O'clock sharp." Undertaker turns to leave, but pauses and looks back at Grell, smiling. "And darling… don't be late."
"You know I won't, love…" Grell flashes him a shark-toothed grin before taking off to his own office. Grell couldn't bear to part with his love for long.
~Later~
"William, you need someone." Grell leaned against the doorframe going into Will's office. "Then, you could be happy and go out and enjoy life."
"I don't need someone. I'm perfectly happy."
"Of course you are. But still, if you found someone… it's the greatest feeling. I mean, I can't live without Undertaker, he's my everything, and I love everything about him-"
"I don't want someone else, I don't care, and I really don't care about hearing about him." William straightened out his papers from behind his desk, not bothering to look at Grell.
Grell looked a bit hurt. "… You should at least try Will. Now, seeing as I finished all my work, I'm going now. Undertaker is expecting me." And with that, the red-head bounded off, leaving William to moodily finish his work alone.
I tried reasoning with him… Grell thought to himself as he walked away. Oh, well, it couldn't be help. William was as stubborn as always.
Anyways, all the red-head could think about was his upcoming date with his love. Time after time, he always manages to surprise me…
He was halfway through a thought, halfway out the dispatch's double doors, when it hit.
A pain. In the back of his head, in his chest. A feeling that was ice-cold, suffocating, dark and lonely. Empty of warmth.
He gasped, his steps faltering, and he reached for a wall, a railing, anything to keep him from falling. Something to prove he was still here, in this world.
But I am in this world… aren't I? Grell couldn't think over the thought any longer as he fell, down into the arms of unconsciousness.