Past's do bite
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I own Tk and maybe a few others...iuno...just don't sue. i aint writin fer a profit
A/N: first chapter is short. the next one will be hopefully longer if i get a few reviews.....r&r
Tk sat down on the edge of the dock, looking out into the bay. She had sold her papes early today, because the headlines were good. Her blonde hair was swaying in the wind and she was fingering her hat. She had nothing to do for the rest of the day.
She was Tabitha Kelly, or Tk. No one knew her real name but her and maybe Spot. She lived in Brooklyn as Spot's right hand man or woman. She had a big ego, as big as Spot's. Tk was tough, independent and took no crap from anyone. She had gray eyes and long blonde hair, which happened to always be in a braid, and a muscular body. She lived in Brooklyn for 6 years, since she got out of the refuge at 12. That's where she met Jack or Sullivan. He had shown her around and taught her the ropes of the refuge. When he escaped on Teddy Roosevelt's carriage, Tk was beaten. She became tough, not opening up for anyone. She had become the toughest person next to Spot.
Tk never saw Jack again until the beginning of the Newsies Strike. She thought he wouldn't recognize her and he didn't. Jack brought Boots and Davey and Tk didn't notice them. She knew Boots but 'the walking mouth' she didn't.
'Its wierd' She thought. 'I don't know why Jack is constantly on me mind. He's me broddah'
"Tk!" Spot yelled from his perch. Tk sighed and got up. She walked over to Spot and sat next to him.
"Yea?" Tk asked. Tk and Spot were rumored of going out but no one knew for sure. They did like each other but never told the other.
"I'se need yah tah go tah Manhattan tah delivah a message" Spot said.
"Tah whom?" Tk asked.
"Jacky Boy." Tk gasped. "I'se need yah tah ask him if 'e wants tah come tah a poker game"
"Then it shall be done" Tk said getting up. Spot grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Be careful" Spot said. Tk smirked.
"I'se always careful" Tk said before turning back around and leaving. Spot watched her leave and just wished she'd open up all the way for him and tell him the way she felt. He knew she liked him just by the way she acted around him. Spot smiled at the thought and went back to talking to a few of his newsies.
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Tk walked up the stairs to the Manhattan LH and saw that every single newsie was in there. She saw Race, her ex and then her best friend, Skittery. It was a weird friendship. They would meet on the weekends and go places, that is if Spot didn't needed her. She then noticed Jack, sitting talking to Specs and Boots. She smoothly walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.
"What da you'se want?" Jack said sharply, thinking it was someone else.
"You'se dun haftah gimme an attitude." Tk shot back. Jack turned and noticed it wasn't who he thought it was.
"Oh, Spot's right hand woman, what you'se say yer name was?" Specs said. Tk looked at him.
"I'se nevah said me name, you ass" Tk said angrily. Specs was taken aback. "Jacky Boy, Spot wants tah know if you'll come ovah tah Brooklyn fer a poker game tomorrow"
"Tell him I'll come and I'se bring me newsies, like Race and Skit" Jack replied. "Do I'se know you?"
"In yer aftahlife" Tk replied turning back around and walking back out. Skittery followed her out.
"What da hell was dat 'bout?" Skits asked. Tk stopped.
"Specs given me an attitude, like he dun like goils tougher than he is" Tk replied. "I'se bettah get back. Spot will kill me if I dun"
"Well I'se see yah tomorrow fer dat poker game" Skittery said before walking in. The two hugged and turned in seperate directions.
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"What he say?" Spot asked. Tk didn't reply. She layed down on the bunk below Spot's and covered herself. "Tk?"
"I'se tired. I'se got in a fight wit a bull" Tk mumbled, hoping Spot wouldn't hear the fight part.
"You'se got in a fight wid a bull?" Spot asked jumping off his bunk. He knelt besides her and saw a black eye and a cut across her cheek. "What happened?"
"I waz walkin down the Brooklyn Bridge and he just attacked me. I fought back and--" Tk paused. "and fixed him so he can't walk"
"Tk! You'se know not tah do that." Spot said.
"I was protectin' me life heah Spot" Tk said. Spot hugged her. "Uh, Spot?"
Spot let go and blushed. "You'se looked in need of a hug"
"Can I'se sleep, please?" Spot nodded and Tk closed her eyes and fell asleep. Spot covered her and kissed her on the forehead.
"Night, Tk" Spot whispered, before climbing into his bunk and falling asleep.
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Tk woke up by the sound of fighting outside her and Spot's room. Skittery was there, Jack and Race were too, along with Specs, Dave, Les and Sarah. The whole motly crew were there.
"You'se dun bad mouth Tk or Spot Conlon widout shit tah back 'em up" A tall boy, Hats said.
"Well I'se do got shit tah back it up" Specs said. Hats punched Specs.
"Break it up!" Spot yelled. Specs had recovered his balance and Spot punched him back down. "No one bad mouths me and me goil evah!" Tk heard this and smiled. He called her his girl. She quickly put her garments on and walked outside.
" 'S mattah out heah?!" Tk asked Spot. Spot was getting a table ready for the poker game and he looked at her.
"Specs' bad mouthin' us" Spot replied. "How'd yah sleep?"
"Eh, ok." Tk replied. She saw the Manhattan newsies talking outside.
"I know yer secret" Spot said.
"I'se know." Tk said. "I'se only wish he would figure it out hisself."
Spot looked at her, turned her around and kissed her. Tk's eyes were wide and gradually closed her eyes as she felt Spot's tounge enter her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and he put his hands on the small of her back and brought her closer. Spot pulled away slowly and Tk rested her head on his shoulder.
"Ready Spot?" Race asked popping his head in the doorway. Spot nodded and sat down, with Tk in his lap. Les and Sarah sat down to watch as the rest sat down. Race dealt the cards and put a cigar in his mouth.
They played cards for hours and Race was broke by the 5th game. Spot and Jack were the two winners thruout 8 games, 4 and 4 each.
"I'se broke!" Race whined. Tk dug into her pocket and pull out 2 dollars.
"Heah's two bux. Make it useful" Tk said handing him the money. Racetrack's eyes went huge.
"Where's did you get this?" He asked.
"sellin' papes" Tk replied. "I'se saved it up fer two days"
Race thanked her and the Manhattan group left the Brooklyn LH. Tk sighed and almost fainted. Spot caught her and carried her to her bunk. He layed her down, got in with her, and covered her up. He smelled her hair, which smelled like peaches and put an arm around her waist. He closed his eyes with his face buried in her hair.
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Tk woke up and saw Spot next to her. She then thought of what would've happened. She jumped out of bed and was breathing heavily. Spot groggily opened his eyes and saw her out of the bed.
" 'S mattah?" Spot asked, it was a mere whisper. Tk shook her head.
"Why you'se in my bed?" Tk asked.
Spot stood. He walked over to her, brushed a strand of hair out of her face and replied "My feet wouldn't let me go to mine. I'se hope you dun mind"
"We'se did nuttin right?" Spot shook his head yes. "You know what that do to our reps?"
"It would ruin mine more den you'se" Spot said.
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review plz! i know its short....
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I own Tk and maybe a few others...iuno...just don't sue. i aint writin fer a profit
A/N: first chapter is short. the next one will be hopefully longer if i get a few reviews.....r&r
Tk sat down on the edge of the dock, looking out into the bay. She had sold her papes early today, because the headlines were good. Her blonde hair was swaying in the wind and she was fingering her hat. She had nothing to do for the rest of the day.
She was Tabitha Kelly, or Tk. No one knew her real name but her and maybe Spot. She lived in Brooklyn as Spot's right hand man or woman. She had a big ego, as big as Spot's. Tk was tough, independent and took no crap from anyone. She had gray eyes and long blonde hair, which happened to always be in a braid, and a muscular body. She lived in Brooklyn for 6 years, since she got out of the refuge at 12. That's where she met Jack or Sullivan. He had shown her around and taught her the ropes of the refuge. When he escaped on Teddy Roosevelt's carriage, Tk was beaten. She became tough, not opening up for anyone. She had become the toughest person next to Spot.
Tk never saw Jack again until the beginning of the Newsies Strike. She thought he wouldn't recognize her and he didn't. Jack brought Boots and Davey and Tk didn't notice them. She knew Boots but 'the walking mouth' she didn't.
'Its wierd' She thought. 'I don't know why Jack is constantly on me mind. He's me broddah'
"Tk!" Spot yelled from his perch. Tk sighed and got up. She walked over to Spot and sat next to him.
"Yea?" Tk asked. Tk and Spot were rumored of going out but no one knew for sure. They did like each other but never told the other.
"I'se need yah tah go tah Manhattan tah delivah a message" Spot said.
"Tah whom?" Tk asked.
"Jacky Boy." Tk gasped. "I'se need yah tah ask him if 'e wants tah come tah a poker game"
"Then it shall be done" Tk said getting up. Spot grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Be careful" Spot said. Tk smirked.
"I'se always careful" Tk said before turning back around and leaving. Spot watched her leave and just wished she'd open up all the way for him and tell him the way she felt. He knew she liked him just by the way she acted around him. Spot smiled at the thought and went back to talking to a few of his newsies.
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Tk walked up the stairs to the Manhattan LH and saw that every single newsie was in there. She saw Race, her ex and then her best friend, Skittery. It was a weird friendship. They would meet on the weekends and go places, that is if Spot didn't needed her. She then noticed Jack, sitting talking to Specs and Boots. She smoothly walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.
"What da you'se want?" Jack said sharply, thinking it was someone else.
"You'se dun haftah gimme an attitude." Tk shot back. Jack turned and noticed it wasn't who he thought it was.
"Oh, Spot's right hand woman, what you'se say yer name was?" Specs said. Tk looked at him.
"I'se nevah said me name, you ass" Tk said angrily. Specs was taken aback. "Jacky Boy, Spot wants tah know if you'll come ovah tah Brooklyn fer a poker game tomorrow"
"Tell him I'll come and I'se bring me newsies, like Race and Skit" Jack replied. "Do I'se know you?"
"In yer aftahlife" Tk replied turning back around and walking back out. Skittery followed her out.
"What da hell was dat 'bout?" Skits asked. Tk stopped.
"Specs given me an attitude, like he dun like goils tougher than he is" Tk replied. "I'se bettah get back. Spot will kill me if I dun"
"Well I'se see yah tomorrow fer dat poker game" Skittery said before walking in. The two hugged and turned in seperate directions.
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"What he say?" Spot asked. Tk didn't reply. She layed down on the bunk below Spot's and covered herself. "Tk?"
"I'se tired. I'se got in a fight wit a bull" Tk mumbled, hoping Spot wouldn't hear the fight part.
"You'se got in a fight wid a bull?" Spot asked jumping off his bunk. He knelt besides her and saw a black eye and a cut across her cheek. "What happened?"
"I waz walkin down the Brooklyn Bridge and he just attacked me. I fought back and--" Tk paused. "and fixed him so he can't walk"
"Tk! You'se know not tah do that." Spot said.
"I was protectin' me life heah Spot" Tk said. Spot hugged her. "Uh, Spot?"
Spot let go and blushed. "You'se looked in need of a hug"
"Can I'se sleep, please?" Spot nodded and Tk closed her eyes and fell asleep. Spot covered her and kissed her on the forehead.
"Night, Tk" Spot whispered, before climbing into his bunk and falling asleep.
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Tk woke up by the sound of fighting outside her and Spot's room. Skittery was there, Jack and Race were too, along with Specs, Dave, Les and Sarah. The whole motly crew were there.
"You'se dun bad mouth Tk or Spot Conlon widout shit tah back 'em up" A tall boy, Hats said.
"Well I'se do got shit tah back it up" Specs said. Hats punched Specs.
"Break it up!" Spot yelled. Specs had recovered his balance and Spot punched him back down. "No one bad mouths me and me goil evah!" Tk heard this and smiled. He called her his girl. She quickly put her garments on and walked outside.
" 'S mattah out heah?!" Tk asked Spot. Spot was getting a table ready for the poker game and he looked at her.
"Specs' bad mouthin' us" Spot replied. "How'd yah sleep?"
"Eh, ok." Tk replied. She saw the Manhattan newsies talking outside.
"I know yer secret" Spot said.
"I'se know." Tk said. "I'se only wish he would figure it out hisself."
Spot looked at her, turned her around and kissed her. Tk's eyes were wide and gradually closed her eyes as she felt Spot's tounge enter her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and he put his hands on the small of her back and brought her closer. Spot pulled away slowly and Tk rested her head on his shoulder.
"Ready Spot?" Race asked popping his head in the doorway. Spot nodded and sat down, with Tk in his lap. Les and Sarah sat down to watch as the rest sat down. Race dealt the cards and put a cigar in his mouth.
They played cards for hours and Race was broke by the 5th game. Spot and Jack were the two winners thruout 8 games, 4 and 4 each.
"I'se broke!" Race whined. Tk dug into her pocket and pull out 2 dollars.
"Heah's two bux. Make it useful" Tk said handing him the money. Racetrack's eyes went huge.
"Where's did you get this?" He asked.
"sellin' papes" Tk replied. "I'se saved it up fer two days"
Race thanked her and the Manhattan group left the Brooklyn LH. Tk sighed and almost fainted. Spot caught her and carried her to her bunk. He layed her down, got in with her, and covered her up. He smelled her hair, which smelled like peaches and put an arm around her waist. He closed his eyes with his face buried in her hair.
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Tk woke up and saw Spot next to her. She then thought of what would've happened. She jumped out of bed and was breathing heavily. Spot groggily opened his eyes and saw her out of the bed.
" 'S mattah?" Spot asked, it was a mere whisper. Tk shook her head.
"Why you'se in my bed?" Tk asked.
Spot stood. He walked over to her, brushed a strand of hair out of her face and replied "My feet wouldn't let me go to mine. I'se hope you dun mind"
"We'se did nuttin right?" Spot shook his head yes. "You know what that do to our reps?"
"It would ruin mine more den you'se" Spot said.
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review plz! i know its short....