AN: this is my first Newsies fic that I think is written well enough to post, so please be kind. Yes, there are original characters, it's kind of hard to write Brooklyn without them, and yes there are girl Newsies, there were in real life so there are in this fic. Don't worry, this fic isn't about my characters, the main focus is Spot and how he is and so on and so forth.

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly I really wish they were but they aren't. They belong to Disney, curse them.

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The fact that she was soaked from the rain meant nothing to her. She was on her way back from the race track. It was a long walk back to Brooklyn. That was the first and last time she would miss the trolley. It was just her luck that it was pouring rain. She wondered if Spot would be awake when she got back. Probably not though, there was at least two more hours ahead of her and it was already late. She had thought about springing for a cab to escape the rain but having money to buy food for the rest of the week was more important then not getting wet. Her clothes would dry; her stomach would keep making noise.

As she walked, she saw all the well-to-dos in there carriages going home to their palaces. She thought of what it would be like to have money. She pictured herself in beautiful gowns with handsome suitors competing for her. Then she snapped back to reality. She had no money, no one dying for her affection, her one outfit was soaking wet and she was alone in the dirty streets of New York City. Ah well, she'd probably make a lousy lady any way. She liked her life, despite its pit falls. She thought on her toes, asked questions with her fists and had her share of flaws. Some life, she thought to herself as she continued on her way.

Meanwhile in Brooklyn:

Spot climbed the stairs of the Brooklyn Lodging House ringing the water out of his hat. He had called it a night rather early on account of the weather. He and some of the other boys had been on the pier when the storm had started. It wasn't really a storm yet, just heavy rain. When he got to the top of the stairs he stuck his head into the poor excuse for a girls' room. It was just a hole in the wall with a few curtains here and there for some privacy until they could figure out something better for the growing number of girls in the Brooklyn ranks. Some had high tailed it to Cowboy's territory where the accommodations suited their needs much better. Some had decided to tough it out for whatever reason. Spot didn't mind as long as he didn't have to play a white knight saving them all the time. Not that he wanted them to get into trouble, but it was just easier for a girl in Brooklyn if she could take care of herself.

"Hiya Spot!"

Spot looked to the location of the voice. It was Charm, the resident den mother of Brooklyn, who was sitting on her bunk. She was a sweet girl...when she wanted to be, with a mean right hook.

"Hey Charm, how's it rollin?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't ask"

"That good, huh?" he asked. Spot glanced around the room and noticed that Charm was one of only two girls in the room. "Where's everyone else?"

"Boy's room." She informed the Brooklyn leader.

Spot nodded. "Not you though."

"What, I gotta do the same as everyone else? I don't think so."

Spot put up his hands in a defensive position. "Down killer, I'se just sayin." They were both silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Sly with 'em?"

Charm shook her head. "Nah, she's out."

Spot's eyes went wide. "Out, what do ya mean she's out?"

"What did I say? Out, as in elsewhere, not in this dwellin', located-"

"I got it, I got it!" Spot thought for a minute. He didn't like anyone being out in bad weather, especially his best friend. "Let me know when she gets back, alright."

"Do I look like your message boy?" Charm asked.

This statement made Spot smile. Under the boy's clothes and the trash talk, Charm was all girl. "God I hope not." He said with a laugh as he started out of the room.

"Laugh it up Spot. I'll pass the word on when I see her." Charm called after him.

"Sure ya will." He called back as he continued on his way.

"You doubtin' me Conlon?" she shouted.

"Yeah." He finished and went down the hall.

As he entered the main room, which also served as the boys' room, he was greeted by waves, spit shakes, and calls from across the room. He went over to his bunk and looked around as the Newsies beamed at him. Let's face it; it was good to be Spot Conlon. Plenty of friends, many more acquaintances, power, few who would challenge it, and more. He had never asked for this, not really. He had just wanted to find a life that he belonged in. Then he found himself in Brooklyn one day, selling papes for some extra cash and never left. Brooklyn agreed with him and he had no complaints.