Elaboration
By Cheladoniel
Slash: Spot/Jack Davey/Denton NEW!!! NOT SAME OLD!!!
Summary: Davey feels neglected by his friend, but wants the reason he's neglected. Davey's POV fic.
Rating: R
A/N: This is really blasphemy, but ORIGINAL!
I want him. I hate him and I want him. Jack no longer pays attention to me. He is consumed with him. I can't even say his name. *spits* Spot Conlon. There. I said it. The handsome leader of Brooklyn and my best friend's lover. I want him.
It started when we went to Brooklyn about the strike. I knew then that Spot was to be feared, but I didn't know Jack and he were lovers. When I saw him, I knew I wanted him for my own. But Spot treated me with nothing but disdain.
He still does. I see him with Jack and how he is so different around him. I know they have sex. You can hear them on the roof sometimes. not that I listen.
I remember one time, we went to see Medda at the theater. I was sitting at the table with Jack and Spot. Watching them be next to each other is sickening. They never fall out of their leader acts, but they came so close. Talking as though they aren't going to go fuck as soon as the show is over. Rubbing their legs together under the table. Looking at each other like that. And every time I try to say something, they had to come out of their daze to acknowledge me- Jack, embarrassed to be so out of it, Spot, angry that I dared to interrupt them.
But he is so perfect. Forceful, powerful. and handsome. Someday he'll see me, see that I'm not as stupid and weak as he thinks I am. That I'm somebody.
*** Now I'm going to Brooklyn on my own for the first time. I'm going to face Spot. Of course I'm scared shitless. Any sane person would be. I cross the bridge into Brooklyn. I make my way straight to the harbor. I can feel the stares of half-naked newsies, hear their voices whispering behind me. But I ignore them. I keep walking, heading straight for Spot.
And as soon as I see Spot, I see Jack beside him. I keep walking. "Jack- what's he doin' heah?" Spot turns to Jack. He speaks as though I'm not there. He always does that- treats me like I don't exist in his world. Hate him I hate him I hate him.
"I dunno. Davey- why are ya here?" They're rumpled, like they just fucked. They probably did, knowing them. Damn. Why can't he take me, just once? So I can see why Jack likes him so much.
I don't answer him. I turn and walk away. I can't stand this. I'm planning on jumping off the bridge. Ha. Kill myself on Spot's territory. Serves him right. I walk. I'm disoriented. Brooklyn is confusing without Jack to guide me.
Walk walk walk. Eventually I find the bridge. Crossing to the center, I stand at the railing. I wonder how long it will take to fall. I wonder if it will hurt. I wonder if Jack and Spot will ever notice I'm gone. I wonder. I climb up on the rail. I wonder.
I hear a voice, yelling, telling me to stop. I can't. It's too late. One more step and I'm gone. So long Spot. So long Jack. Goodbye world. I prepare to take the final step. But instead of falling forward I fall back, straight into someone's arms. I look up at the person. Denton looks down at me.
"Don't. why. Don't leave me. I love you." He says.
I blink, confused. "Denton? What're you doing here?"
"I followed you. David, I love you!" he says again.
Other people are gathering around, staring at us, pointing. Women are covering their children's eyes.
"Denton, let me go."
"No, I love you." He presses his lips to mine and I hear a woman shriek.
"Denton. I'm. I. DENTON, I'M STRAIGHT!!"
I'm dropped. I realize the woman shrieking. was me.
I'm a woman?
By Cheladoniel
Slash: Spot/Jack Davey/Denton NEW!!! NOT SAME OLD!!!
Summary: Davey feels neglected by his friend, but wants the reason he's neglected. Davey's POV fic.
Rating: R
A/N: This is really blasphemy, but ORIGINAL!
I want him. I hate him and I want him. Jack no longer pays attention to me. He is consumed with him. I can't even say his name. *spits* Spot Conlon. There. I said it. The handsome leader of Brooklyn and my best friend's lover. I want him.
It started when we went to Brooklyn about the strike. I knew then that Spot was to be feared, but I didn't know Jack and he were lovers. When I saw him, I knew I wanted him for my own. But Spot treated me with nothing but disdain.
He still does. I see him with Jack and how he is so different around him. I know they have sex. You can hear them on the roof sometimes. not that I listen.
I remember one time, we went to see Medda at the theater. I was sitting at the table with Jack and Spot. Watching them be next to each other is sickening. They never fall out of their leader acts, but they came so close. Talking as though they aren't going to go fuck as soon as the show is over. Rubbing their legs together under the table. Looking at each other like that. And every time I try to say something, they had to come out of their daze to acknowledge me- Jack, embarrassed to be so out of it, Spot, angry that I dared to interrupt them.
But he is so perfect. Forceful, powerful. and handsome. Someday he'll see me, see that I'm not as stupid and weak as he thinks I am. That I'm somebody.
*** Now I'm going to Brooklyn on my own for the first time. I'm going to face Spot. Of course I'm scared shitless. Any sane person would be. I cross the bridge into Brooklyn. I make my way straight to the harbor. I can feel the stares of half-naked newsies, hear their voices whispering behind me. But I ignore them. I keep walking, heading straight for Spot.
And as soon as I see Spot, I see Jack beside him. I keep walking. "Jack- what's he doin' heah?" Spot turns to Jack. He speaks as though I'm not there. He always does that- treats me like I don't exist in his world. Hate him I hate him I hate him.
"I dunno. Davey- why are ya here?" They're rumpled, like they just fucked. They probably did, knowing them. Damn. Why can't he take me, just once? So I can see why Jack likes him so much.
I don't answer him. I turn and walk away. I can't stand this. I'm planning on jumping off the bridge. Ha. Kill myself on Spot's territory. Serves him right. I walk. I'm disoriented. Brooklyn is confusing without Jack to guide me.
Walk walk walk. Eventually I find the bridge. Crossing to the center, I stand at the railing. I wonder how long it will take to fall. I wonder if it will hurt. I wonder if Jack and Spot will ever notice I'm gone. I wonder. I climb up on the rail. I wonder.
I hear a voice, yelling, telling me to stop. I can't. It's too late. One more step and I'm gone. So long Spot. So long Jack. Goodbye world. I prepare to take the final step. But instead of falling forward I fall back, straight into someone's arms. I look up at the person. Denton looks down at me.
"Don't. why. Don't leave me. I love you." He says.
I blink, confused. "Denton? What're you doing here?"
"I followed you. David, I love you!" he says again.
Other people are gathering around, staring at us, pointing. Women are covering their children's eyes.
"Denton, let me go."
"No, I love you." He presses his lips to mine and I hear a woman shriek.
"Denton. I'm. I. DENTON, I'M STRAIGHT!!"
I'm dropped. I realize the woman shrieking. was me.
I'm a woman?