Author's Note: So every now and then, a work of pure newsie genius-ness is created and stands the tests of times. "Davey Gets Even" by Andrea is one of those fics. I remember my friends and I laughing hysterically to it back in high school in the late '90s, and let's face it: it's still hysterical. Now, I know it's not exactly Rogue-rated, or even Shoe-rated. But it's good stuff, and it has inspired me to greater heights. So I have blatantly stolen (borrowed?) Andrea's story, and used it in this story. Because we all want to know what happens when our modern-day Alternative Universe Newsies friends get ahold of this piece of loveliness. Um...and as a warning, it isn't quite Shoe-rated. but there's fun slash references (Javid, Snittery, Blush and Sputchy) so that makes up for it, right?

And while Newsies is Disney's, and "Davey Gets Even" is Andrea's, the rest of the story is mine.

Davey Gets His Way
Prologue: Please?

By Shoesie

The cake and ice cream is consumed, the presents are unwrapped, and everyone at the party is starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the heads from … well, from Crutchy's special punch. Among other things, Davey is now the proud owner of a Tamagotchi ("Wow, Itey. I didn't know they still made those…things…" Davey had said politely, if a bit puzzled.), a case of Australian beer, and tickets for him and Jack to see "Bare: A Pop Opera" (Hey, it's AU. It could happen).

"So what do you wanna do now, Davey?" Jack asks lazily, his arm draped around David's shoulders. They're sitting on the couch. Their living room is filled with all of their friends, lounging on other couches or the floor. The whole energy in the room is lagging. No one looks like they want to move.

"I'd suggest we drink his beer, but I'm too tired to pop open a can," Dutchy whines. Specs snickers.

"Well, we could watch a movie," Jack suggests with a hopeful look. "I mean, we recently got the un-cut version of Little Woman and—"

"We are not watching that damn movie for the fourteenth time, Cowboy," Racetrack says. "I swear, you're such a ham."

Davey sits and watches his friends bickering, a small grin appearing on his face. "I know what we should do. Reader's Theatre!"

"OH, No," Skittery says with a shake of his head. "I swear, Dave. You are such a theatre geek."

"SO?" David says, getting up rushing into the other room. "I'll be right back," he calls over his shoulder.

Everyone looks at Jack. "Should we be worried?" Boots asks.

"How the heck should I know?"

"Well, he IS your 'roommate'…Or whatever it is you call yourselves." Boots reminds him with a grin. Jack just rolls his eyes. Like that ever meant he knew what was going on in that boy's head.

David comes back at that moment, waving a stack of stapled computer printouts.

"I got one for everyone!" he calls with a grin, and starts passing it out. More than one person wonders if he had planned this from the beginning.

"What? Oh, please, no, Davey!" Mush whines when he sees what is being passed out.

Several of the other guys have similar complaints. But none of the complaints are as loud as Jack Kelly's.

"Davey. You promised I'd never have to look at this piece of crap again," he whines. "You know I hate this story."

David gives Jack a pleading look, while everyone else averts their eyes. Gooey Alert. "Please Jack? It's my birthday. And this is my favorite story."

Jack shakes his head. "Any other story, and I'd be fine. What about that great Javid fic, "(Imagine a) brown leather wallet"? I thought THAT was your favorite story."

David shakes his head. "That one is YOUR favorite, Jack." He sticks his lip out slightly, giving Jack his best blue-eyed puppy dog look. "Please, Jacky? For me?"

Snoddy clears his throat, slightly uncomfortable by all the pleading and sweet-talking going on.

Snitch, on the other hand, says loudly, "Oh, geeze. Do we need to leave the room so you guys can settle this?"

That seems to push Jack over the edge, because with a dramatic roll of his eyes, he says, "fine. Fine." And with a glare at Davey, he adds, "Just don't ask me any more favors later, after everyone else has gone home."

David, way too happy to let an empty threat like that bother him, gives a little squeal of delight. "Now, we need a narrator. It's too bad Denton couldn't make it. He'd be perfect…"

"Yeah, too bad his invitation accidentally got lost in the mail," Jack mutters under his breath.

"Jack! Be nice," Davey pleads, another puppy-dog look in his direction. Jack sighs and closes his lips.

Kid Blink snickers. He knows what had happened to the invitation…

"Any volunteers to be a narrator?" Davey asks, looking around the room. "Boots? Itey? Swifty? You guys have pretty small parts…"

"Yeah, alright. I'll do it," Boots finally says after a moment of silence in the room. "I ain't afraid, or anything."

"Yay! Okay, now everyone, spread out… make a circle." Some of his friends grumble, but they oblige David nonetheless. "And if you've got a part, stand up, and act it out, okay?"

"Theatre geek," Skittery mutters again.

And the story begins.