This is my first Spectacular Spiderman fic, so please be nice :) I do not own Spiderman or the TV series, Spectacular Spiderman.

I hope I got Jameson in character.

Reviews are nice, flames are not. Thank ya!

Arrival in New York City

Sharp green eyes were locked on the large building of the Dailey Bugle before her. A scowl crossed her pale face and she crossed her arms tightly against her chest. She was not happy about this arrangement and was trying to stall the inevitable.

Moving to New York City was one thing, but being ditched by her own mother? That just stung.

"I hope she has fun touring the world without me," the girl muttered scathingly, kicking at the sidewalk brushing white flakes from her long black hair. Jocelyn Hamilton (nee Jameson) had decided she needed to get out and see the world, but most importantly to recuperate from the stress the divorce had caused her.

Bull! Ally Hamilton thought bitterly. Her mother never really wanted children. She didn't want to be tied down. But her father wanted a child and voila! Jocelyn got herself a daughter.

Of course, her parents never told her this. Ally was smart enough to figure it out for herself. She had always been a daddy's girl, and her mother had interacted with her as little as possible. Then the arguments started, and Ally found herself shipped to New York with her bags.

Ally did not blame her father at all. All he wanted was to settle down with a family. But Jocelyn simply needed to be free, spend days travelling and spending money like nobody's business. Their marriage just wouldn't last.

"At least Mother managed to house me for two years..." Ally muttered. Her parents divorced when she was ten, and her father had gotten a promotion and had to move to the other side of the world. He could not uproot his daughter from her life in Florida and left with the promise he would visit as soon as possible.

Dallas Hamilton thought his ex-wife would be able to keep their daughter until she turned eighteen. But no! Jocelyn needed some freedom, and immediately arranged for her brother to take care of Ally until her tour was finished.

"This sucks!" Ally grumbled. It was bad enough she was taken from her friends back in Florida, but now she was expected to attend Midtown High.

Being a twelve-year old genius wasn't what it was all cracked up to be.

The raven-haired girl let out a long, drawn out sigh before scooping up her bags and pushing the glass doors open with her boot. Clutching three suitcases and one duffle bag was no easy task, and the elevator seemed so far away...

"Hey! Need some help?"

Ally glanced up at the brown-haired teen that came to assist her. "If you want, assistance would be lovely."

He smiled. "You do realize this is a newspaper office and not a hotel right?" He asked as he picked up two suitcases and entered the elevator.

"Funny," she muttered. "I don't suppose you know where J. Jonah Jameson is?"

The boy looked at her in surprise. "Actually, I was going up to see him right now." He pushed one of the floor buttons and the elevator started cruising upwards. They stood in silence for a moment before the boy spoke. "Okay, I can't handle the curiosity. Why are you going to see my boss with an armload of bags?"

Ally arched an eyebrow. "Uncle J is your boss? Huh, I never thought he would ever hire a teenager."

The boy did a double-take. "You're Jameson's niece?" He cried.

"Yes. By the way, I must apologize for my terrible manners. I am Ally Hamilton." Ally tucked her duffle under one arm and held out her hand. The boy smirked a bit and shook it firmly.

"And I'm Peter Parker; freelance photographer of the Bugle."

The elevator dinged and the two weaved through the collection of desks. Ally ignored the curious stares and watched as Peter knocked a door. A booming voice shouted, "Get in here already!"

"Hi, Mr Jameson," Peter greeted as he set Ally's suitcases by Jonah's desk. "I have some more pictures for you."

"Who's the pipsqueak?" The gruff man asked curtly, eyeing her with a frown on his face.

Ally arched an eyebrow. "Okay, now I'm hurt. It's me! Your niece? Ally Hamilton?"

Realization dawned across the man's face. "Ally? I haven't seen you in ages kid!" He ruffled her hair and then looked at the collection of bags. "Er...are you planning on staying at hotel or something? And where's your mother?"

You can't be serious... Ally thought in disbelief. "Didn't Mother call you?"

"No...Should she have?"

"Um...Mom kind of went on an around-the-world tour, Dad's across the globe doing business and I am now a child of divorced parents. And Mom...decided it would be best if I came here and lived with you."

The explosion of curses that came from the editor caused Peter too hastily drop his pictures on his boss' desk and clamp his hands over Ally's ears. The girl scowled and got out of his grip, storming back into the main office and deciding to wait out her uncle's little temper tantrum.

"This is just great!" Ally snapped to herself. "Mom doesn't even have the decency to ask her own brother if he would watch me for who-knows-how-long?"

She collapsed on top of her suitcases and rested her chin in her hands. Oh yeah, this year was going to epically suck.