This is my 4th or 5th... I forget which. Anyway, hope you enjoy:) Read and Review

DISCLAIMER: Don't own newsies...blah blah blah no one cares because sadly none of us own it

Chapter 1

"DUDE! Why youse runnin' so slowly? 'Dis ain't a tea party, ya know!" I shouted to Kid Blink as I slowed my pace. We had been sent to Spot on an order from our beloved Cowboy. Cowboy and Kid Blink were my best friends. I've never gotten along with girls and Cowboy had rescued me from the joint. Kid Blink just kind of grew on me and we've been pretty much inseparable since that first week as a newsie.

"Ya know, Midnight, one day youse will trip on some rock and I'll just point and laugh." Blink laughed and lighted up a cigar. 'Probably stolen or as Blink like to say, "Borrowed". He would never admit it, but everyone knew where he got the cigars. He stole them from the back alley of the distribution office. Weasel was always in a rush to finish the smoke before it really even started. Afraid of getting caught or something stupid like that... As if no one knew that he was an addict.

"Shoah, shoah. Youse know that youse always say dat. But, has it happened yet?" I answered my own question by spreading my arms and twirling with an invisible wind. Blink gave me one of those weird looks that seem to be on his face more and more these days, although he never thinks I'm looking at the time.

"Just youse wait, Midnight. One day youse look and I'll be there askin' ..." Blink started with a smile on his face, but never had a change to finish his sentence. It all went too quickly. One minute I was laughing, the next I had someone's hand around my waist and the other hand covering my mouth. I was NOT going down without a fight.

"Get the fuck off me you ass!" My lack of New York accent seemed to surprise the evil mutant ninjas, and thankfully it was just enough time to bite his hand and kick him which it hurts. I turned and smiled evilly. Sort of like a mix between Spot's smirk and Sarah's attempt at a smile.

"Midnight RUN!" I turned to my left to see Blink being attacked by something that could have escaped from the zoo. He was a combination of a gorilla and a donkey. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he got down on all fours and flicked his hair back like it was a tail on his head instead of his ass.

ANYWAY, I jumped onto the back of the man/gorilla/donkey and braced myself for the brick wall that I knew was coming. It came sooner rather then later. If I hadn't been in such unbearable pain from being thrown against the wall, I would have gotten woozy by the look of blood on that old, dusty, and now bloody brick wall. Or even the look of pain that crossed Blink's face at seeing me fall to the ground. The other guy had recovered enough to waltz over to where I sat/laid and smile evilly. Then he said something that I will remember forever, "Night night, princess." With those words I saw him bring his fist backwards and ...then it went black.

"Midnight, Midnight. Come on, wake up! Give me a sign that you're still alive." I was shaken by a warm hand on my shoulder. Then I realized I was cold and tired. There was also a wet feeling on my face and arms that I wasn't sure about. I guess I must have stirred a little, because I heard a shaky laugh. Almost like, the warm hand guy couldn't believe I was still breathing.

"Ello?" I whispered and slowly opened my eyes. I sighed in relief when I saw it was just Blink. My Blink. I mean, Kid Blink, who doesn't belong to me.

"Oh thank you God! I'se see ya on Sunday." Blink looked up to the sky, which I noticed was full of stars. The moon was no where in sight. I smiled at him and tried to get up.

"Oh God, ouch!" I cried out in pain and clutched my side in agony. It was caked with something, it felt like dry blood but I couldn't be sure.

"What?! What? Tell me, Midnight! What do you need?" Kid Blink had the funniest expression. IT was a mix between fear and constipation. I started to laugh and it made the pains and aches all over my body burn with an unexplained passion. Then I started to cry and laugh.

"Its..."I tried to explain to him what had happened between my fits of laughter and my tears of pain," ok...I'm fine."

"No your not. I gotta get you somewhere! Anywhere!" He panicked and looked around quickly. Then it was like the light bulb went off in his head, "We'll go to the Brooklyn lodging house for da night. Spot ain't 'dat mean. Can youse walk?" HE looked down at me and looked upset.

"I can walk fine." I turned to get up and failed miserably. "Maybe not..."

"It's fine, I'll carry youse." HE slowly picked me up bridal style and began to walk out of the alley.

"Its fine, I'se don't need 'dis. Wese can wait for da morning'." I tried to reason with him, but because he was a boy and especially because he's a newsie... I didn't get anywhere.

"No way, wese gunna get dere." He shook his head and smiled in a way that I almost stopped breathing. It was incredable. "Look, wese already there."

I looked to my right and saw that old brick building snuggled in between the rest of the buildings around. "I almost forgot it looked just like the Manhattan lodging house." He knocked on the door. I watched it slowly open and saw a small but fierce looking newsie looking out.

"Watcha here for?" He asked us. He had just glanced at Blink before directing his gaze on me. I swear we would have stood like that all night if Blink hadn't intervened.

He cleared his throat and told the boy in a strange, malesh voice that I didn't know he even had, "We'se gotta see Spot. Orders from Jack Kelly.

He looked at us one more time, before opening the door all the way and motioning for Blink to continue walking. "Thanks."

"Youse can let me go now," I gently reminded him while tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It had been annoying me, but I didn't get the courage to touch his face until now.

"Not yet. Wese gotta see Spot foist." HE smirked and looked at the near empty living room. Then in an act of stupidity or courage, I can't tell which, he kissed my forehead. I smiled and blushed bright red. Hey, if you got kissed by Kid Blink, wouldn't you blush? He laughed at me and my scarlet face before directing his attention to someone behind me.

"Who is it?" I asked, suspicious already. He sort of turned me over as best as he could while keeping me in his arms. His safe, safe, warm arms. 'Ok, no more thinking about his amazing arms.' I reprimanded my self.

"Spot Conlon, at your service." Spot answered before Blink was given the chance to respond. He gave me his infamous smirk and a mock bow. I returned that lovely bow with a nod. "Why youse here? Specially at dis time, Blink?" Spot said to Blink as if he was going to ignore me now that he had acknowledged me here. I'm so glad he cares.

"Wese got a note for youse," Spot lifted his eyebrows," from Jack."

" 'Dat's why youse look so beat up?" Spot bought the note story, but obviously knew there was more to it.

" Well, I didn't finish da story..." Blink told Spot. It was probably the closest he had ever gotten to talking back to Spot and I admired him for it. "Wese got a little sidetracked." He looked down at the old beaten-up rug.

"What do youse mean, Blink?" He finally noted the scrapes and dry blood on me. "And what happened to your goil?" I blushed and looked at my hands. Of all the times to blush too, then I looked at Blink and noticed he was blushing too. AT least I wasn't the only one. Although neither of us denied it.

"Some of da strays from da Bronx decided to jump us." HE looked down at me before continuing his story, " DEy dragged us into the alley and knocked Midnight out pretty quickly. 'Den I'se saw dat dey weren't as sober as dey should've been. Afta dat it was easy to get dem to retreat. Wese haven't seen dem since." He nodded his head and waited for Spot to answer.

"Hmmmm..." Spot looked deep in thought , " Put her on da couch and I'se tell ya how serious da marks are." Spot decided and showed Blink the plaid, over stuffed couch. Kid Blink slowly and gently laid me on the couch.

"Ow, ok thanks." I thanked Blink and took my hands away from my wounds and sores. All of them were either red or brown colored and crusty.

"Youse ok?" Blink asked my cautiously and examined my arms, as if they would hold the answers to my pain.

"I'm fine." I gave me the best smile I could manage and turned my attention to Spot. " I'se ready, Doctor Spot." I smirked and looked at him. He gave me a smirk back and grabbed my left arm.

"Be careful!" Blink said panicking. He was really cute when he panicked over something like a cut on my arm.

"I'se fine. It's just me arm." I chided him and watched Spot examine my arm carefully. Every once and awhile he would grunt and move to a different part of my broken self. It was interesting to guess what cut, scrape, bruise, or broken bone he would turn to next.

"Blink, go to the bunkroom and get Sliver and Silver. Tell them I want them in here." HE stopped looking at me and fixed him with a steely glare. "Now."

OOOOOOOO..wats gunna happen next?? I already have chapter 2 pretty much finished but I have some work to do.. TTYL