So, this story is miniscule. Sorry. I don't own Newsies. If I did, there would be a Newsies-opoly!

"No fellas! I want it to go ova there."

"But I said to move it over behind the couch."

Specs watched from a corner as the Newsies ran around, moving the bunks back and forth.

"Ahhhh! I'm tired a'waitin! I'm just gonna move it myself!"

"Stop! That ain't the plan."

Specs quickly jumped out of the way as a bunk-bed fell over.

"Everybody stop, now!"

Everyone looked at Crutchie in disbelief.

"Youse is all being stupid and someones gonna git real hurt." Crutchie's furious breathing was the only sound in the entire room. "I don't see why yous needs ta move everythin in da first pl-ahhhhh!" Crutchie screamed as a table fell into his leg. "See, this is what I mean!"

Crutchie glared at all of the shell-shocked newsboys standing around the room.

"Jeez, somebody's shoir pissy." Albert muttered under his breath.

"Ya, well somebody's got ears! Fuck this!" Crutchie quickly turned his back on the room and crawled out the window.

Several of the older boys started to walk towards the window, but Specs waved them off and swiftly climbed to the roof. "Crutchie?"

"Go away, I'm fine." Crutchie answered with a hard, shaky edge to his voice.

Specs shook his head and walked towards him. "No, clearly youse is not okay. I've neva seen yous like dat before."

"No, I'm…" Crutchie bit his lip as tears started to stream down his face.

Specs put an arm around him as he sank down next to him on the cot. "Hey, hey, what's goin on?"

Crutchie struggled to answer as tears continued to run down his cheeks. Specs rubbed circles around his back and patiently waited.

"I lost him."

"Lost who?"

"My brother. My brother died."

Specs leaned back in confusion." I thought that you don't got a family."

"I don't. I ain't got no mother o' father. I just have a brotha…had a brotha."

Specs quickly pulled Crutchie back in as his bottom lip started to quiver. The quiver spread throughout his body as he started sobbing.

"So, how come he didn't live here?"

"He lived with his mom and dad."

Crutchie chuckled at the confused look on Specs' face.

"Ya, they used ta be my mom and dad too. Until they decided that they didn't want a kid with a bum leg and kicked me out. My brotha is the only one who still talked to me. And now…"

Specs nodded in understanding. "Hey, Crutchie?"

"Ya?"

"You know how da nuns are always tellin us about heavan?"

Crutchie smiled and rolled his eyes. "Specs…"

"Crutchie?"

"Ya can't use my own line on me."

"Okay…"

"Specs…"

"Crutchie?"

"Thanks."

I hope you enjoyed that. I guess I must have a thing about dead brothers. I feel like this is my first non-AU fic that doesn't fit in with all of my other ones. Seriously, if you read them, they all make sense together. I even considered doing like a pixar theory kind of thing with them. Well, I'm leaving on a trip tomorrow. I might have time, but I might not. This trip is only until Friday night, but after I get back at 6, I have a 6-11 PM work shift and then I leave for Wichita, Kansas, Saturday morning. I definitely will not be updating on that trip. So maybe TTYL. It's 2:39 AM MST and my visions getting blurry, so goodnight, good morning, and good everything-in-between!