Hey Guys i just want to say that i do not own anything belonging to Disney (obviously).
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Samantha Kings made her rounds through the refuge walking the dark halls with the confidence of a long term resident. Hefting the tray she carried to one hand she knocked on the door to the younger boys' dorm room. A small blonde boy opened the door,
"Sammie!" She smiled and walked through the door.
"Hey, Sprout, are you feeling better today?" Sammie knelt to look the boy in the eye. She smiled as Sprout nodded.
"Well then, I guess I don't have to give you a cookie anymore." The young boy's eyes grew wide as he reached for the gift. The other twenty young-lings gathered around as Sammie passed out the smuggled sweets and hunks of bread. After blowing noses and kissing heads Sammie put the youngest prisoners of the refuge to sleep for the night. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. It had taken a month to save up the money for the stale sugar cookies she had given them, but to see the smiles on their faces was enough. Most of the young ones had been caught with older siblings, and others had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sammie sighed and made her way down the hallway and descended the stair case to the kitchen. On the way there she walked past the solitary confinement cells. Even with a quick glance she recognized the boy behind bars.
"Jack Kelly! What are you doing back here? No body told me you were down here!" Jack smiled and got off his pallet on the floor.
"Sweet Savior, how yah been? Snyder been payin' yah enough?" Sammie huffed. The nickname had started when Jack had been thrown into the Refuge for the first time.
A thirteen year old Sammie struggled to balance the tub of food she was carrying to the boys' dorm. Sammie was breathing hard as she set the tray on the floor and knocked on the door. A boy almost as tall as her opened the door. His Black cowboy hat hid his eyes as he questioned her suspiciously.
"What is it?"
"I have food." The boy threw the door open, and gave her a hug before helping carry the tray in.
"You're me Savior! I thought Ise was gonna starve!" The boy grabbed a hunk of bread and tore into it with his teeth.
The girl wiped a thin strand of blonde hair out of her face as she passed out food to the other boys.
"What's your name?"
"Jack Kelly"
"You look like a Cowboy."
"Well when you walked in with that food Ise thought yous looked like a Savior."
Seven years later the nicknames had stuck. Sammie pinned Jack with a cold stare.
"Jack!" Jack sighed.
"I got arrested for the newsie strike." Sammie gasped.
"I heard about that, Denton told me." Jack smirked.
"Yeah, nothing like our man Denton." Suddenly Sammie came to her senses.
"Jack, have they feed you? Is your pallet clean…" Jack chucked.
"Some food would be nice, please." Sammie grinned.
"Your food is coming as we speak, Cowboy." Sammie walked of towards the kitchens to get her young friend some nourishment. As the kitchen door closed, Jack looked out the window.
"Thanks, Savior."
