Author's Note: This is going to be a strange one... sort of an angsty, Alternative Universe look at the relationship between Spot and three people: Jack, a girl, and Spot's boss. The Point of View changes around between segments... let me know if it's confusing as all get out. Just wanted to try something different. Little bits of slashiness...non-shoe rated language and themes ;-) um... Newsies is Disney's. The rest is mine.
Just, DON'T
Fragments of Spot
by Shoesieness
January 3, 2001 12:03 a.m.
"I freaking HATE that prick!" With a swell of masculine violence, Spot threw one of those cheap metal folding chairs against the wall, and the sound echoed in the nearly empty dressing room.
"Spot—"
"Shove OFF, Jacky-boy." He elbowed that jerk of a best friend in the stomach...that jerk of a best friend who had just grabbed his elbow. Jack Kelly KNEW how he felt about being touched by other guys, so he deserved it.
"OW! Spot! Knock it off." Jack smacked the back of Spot's head. No way Spot could take THAT the wrong way. "Listen to me!"
Spot glared at Jack, that cool steely stare that no one can ever forget, but he kept his mouth shut for the moment.
"He didn't mean anything by it." Jack spoke quietly.
Spot continued to glare. OH, yes he did. Horatio had meant it every night for the past two years. The way Horatio flaunted him to the audience. The references to Spot's freaking magic wand. The comments about how no one knows Spot the way he does.
"Jacky-boy," Spot finally said, his voice just as steely as his eyes. "I'm sick of the public humiliation."
"He ain't publicly humiliating you!"
"All but proclaiming that he and I are gay lovers IS public humiliation."
"Well, aren't you?" Jack said, but half a second later, he found himself flat against the ground, his jaw throbbing. "Shoot! SPOT!"
"You say that again, and you'll be hurting worse than that, prick."
"What are you going to do, rape me?" Jack smirked without thinking.
"SHUT UP!" Spot lifted his leg violently, ready to kick Jack in the stomach, but Jack scooted out of the way.
Spot put his foot down slowly, forcing himself to calm his temper. He wasn't the kind of guy to lose his temper like this. "I'm out of this. I want nothing more to do with Horatio the freaking Great. So thanks for the job, it's been SWELL, but I'm out."
"Spot…you don't mean it."
"I do. I want NOTHING to do with that freak."
"He's not a freak."
"He is. And anyway… things are so different now. It's no longer about the magic or the illusions. That whore made sure of that."
"It's all an act. The audience loves it."
"Why should I put myself out there just so freaks like you can get off on the secret love of WHORE-atio and his little Spot?"
"Dude, I don't get off on—"
"You do!"
Jack didn't answer, so Spot took his silence as an admission.
"It makes me sick," Spot said finally. "All of it."
"So…you're saying you guys AREN'T having a secret love affair?" Jack spoke with caution, standing up more slowly than he normally would have. Perhaps he was worried of making any sudden movements and freaking Spot out again.
Spot narrowed his large eyes. "No."
And suddenly Jack was on him, pinning him against the wall. His mouth was all over Spot's face. His hands were touching Spot's shoulders, his chest, his stomach, his—
And just as instantly, Jack was doubled over in extreme pain, still feeling the shock of Spot's knee in his groin.
"Don't ever touch me like that again," Spot hissed. "EVER."
And then he was gone.
