This is my first fan fic and I hope you all enjoy. Please please review after the chapters so I know if anything needs to be changed and how i'm doing so far. Hope you like the story! I dont not own any of the newsies, they are owned by Disney. I do own Siren and any other newsies you don't recognize.

Siren wandered the streets of Brooklyn in the early afternoon, searching for a place to take her lunch from. This isn't going ta be easy. With her brunette locks, pale skin,green eyes and full lips, every person was looking at her. Which is exactly what she didn't want. She strode quietly over to a vendor selling food. Hes busy wit dat man. He will neva notice. Reaching for the it, she grabbed it and was feet away from the vendor in seconds.

"Hey stop her! She stole from me!"

Without a second thought she stuck the food in her shirt and took off. Unfortunatally for her, the man who she thought was a costumer was actually the other mans brother. Racing as fast she could, she ran. She was just passing the docks when they had her cornered on each side of the street. She turned to run down the dock, not realizing the dozens of newsboys swarming the docks. Many in thier underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. She ignored the catcalls,whistles and sights around her and ran towards the end. Shit what did I tink I was goin ta do? She didn't notice the gray blue eyes staring at her from the dock above.

"Doll, watcha doin runnin like dat?"

She took in his gray eyes, red suspenders, gray cap and gold tipped cane. Angry at being called doll, she angrily said back,

"None of ya damn business!"

He looked startled for a minute. Who does dis dame tink she is? Then a dangerous look passed over is face.

"Do youse have any ideas whos you talkin to?"

She just stared at him, so he told her,

"Ise Spot Conlon."

For a minute he watch with a smirk as fear washed over her face. Shes heard of Spot Conlon. Everyone in Brooklyn knew him. The way he fought and never loss, the no emotion he showed, not to mention the countless girls whos heart he broke. But she forgot all of that as the two vendors came running down the docks.

"Give me the food back and I won't call the scabs on you."

A smile spread to her face as she gave him a confused look.

"I has no idea what youse talking bout."

Both men grew angrier by the second.

"I saw you stick it in your shirt. Now hand it back."

"No."

Spot laughed to himself at the skilled innocence the girl showed. That smirk turned to anger as the man went to reach to grab the fruit from in her shirt. Before Spot got a word out, thier was a loud smack as the girl slapped him across the face. All the newsies laughed at the sight.

"How dare you!"

She shrieked in fake shock. He was about to reach for it again when a tall newsie with red curls stepped up.

"Ise gonna have to asks youse not ta touch her."

She gave him a confused look, then understood what was going on. They would help her. They knew what it was like to need food. The man sputtered as he said,

"But she,"

"Now."

This time it was Spot who spoke. All his newsies closed in, ready to soak the vendors if thier leader ordered. With a last angry look at her, they left. She gave a triumphant laugh as she pulled the food and started eating it. She said a "Tanks" and started walking down the dock. Spot let her go a few feet before yelling out,

"Wait."

He watched as she slowly spun around, her dress slightly moving in the breeze. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"Whats yer name."

"Siren."

"Youse a newsie?"

"No. But ise knew some."

He only nodded, noticing how she didn't say which newsies.

"Youse got any place ta stay?"

The look on her face told him everything. He stared at her for a second before saying,

"Youse can be a Brooklyn newsie."

Shock showed on the newsies faces. Never had thier leader let a girl stay with them. Sure, Manhattan had girl newsies, but this was Brooklyn. Even Spot was confused at to why he was going to let this girl stay. Ders somtim abou her tho. The red head spoke first.

"But Spot, shes a goil."

Spot looked at Flicks, his second in command.

"Ise can see dat."

That was enough for his newsies. He turned his gaze on the beauty in front of him. She was about to say no, when she thought how nice it would be to be a newise again. Hes handsome to. She pushed the last thougth from her mind as she said,

"Yeah. Ise could be a newsie."

He grinned that charming smile of his.

"Follow us ta da lodgin house."

She trailed behind the newsies, lost in her thoughts. What am I doin, living wit Spot Conlon. After all the trouble boy give me ise should know betta. Hes so good lookin though. Siren, dont forget how he treats his otha goils. Up ahead Spot was having the same argument in his own head. Lettin a goil stay wit us. She seemed pretty tough tho. I just gotta make sure non a da boys lay a hand on her. Startled at how jealous he sounded to himself he just shook his head. She is beautiful tho. With one las shake of his head he glanced back at her and then continued to the lodgin house.

"Somtin wrong Spot?"

Spot didn't look at Flicks as he said,

"No."

Flicks just laughed, already knowing what his leader was thinking about.