Author's note: I know this is a bit out of season, but it's a good story trust me. Please read and review. Any kind of reviews are welcome unless it's from Lance, then it's not welcomed. This is for all my newsies pals, you know who you are.

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                                    By Morning Glory

"Hey whad are ya doin' layin' in the snow?" An Italian boy called. He was wearing a white shirt with a checkered button up vest, no coat on over it. The snow had been falling to the ground lightly for an hour or less now. Covering everything in a cold white blanket. The was a steel gray and the falling snow made it hard to see. In the snow laid a small girl with light black curly hair and the strangest shade eyes. They were a blue color, but more on the violet side. Her skin was a light olive color from her Italian background.

 Brooklyn heard the voice call to her from where she was in the snow. She went to stand up, putting her hands down to push her self up. When she did a piercing pain shot up through her whole arm causing her for fall back a bit, "Ow." Brooklyn grabbed her arm quickly cradling it to her chest.

"Here led me 'elp ya up." Race walked over to where the small girl was in the snow. He extended his hand reaching out for her good arm. Once Brooklyn was standing she felt a sudden sweep of dizziness take over her, "Careful…I gotcha." He said holding onto her arm, "So why were ya layin' in da snow?"

"I don't know." Brooklyn's head started to throb with pain. She blinked a few times the snow sticking to her lashes. "W-where am I?"

"Yous in Manhattan, New Yawk. Ya gotta a name?" Race asked as they slowly start to walk towards the path.

"Yea I think it's Brooklyn." Brooklyn looked back over at the place in the snow where she was laying. Some of the white snow was shaded with a red color. Brooklyn panicked a little, but tried to hide it.

"Whad da ya mean ya thin' ids Brooklyn?" Race could feel her tense up a bit, "Jus' relax…. I ain't gonna hurt you or anythin'."

"I can't remember. I don't even know where I live, I don't know who I am, I don't know if I had family, I don't even know how old I am…All I know well think I know is my name is Brooklyn." She felt the tears roll down her cheeks freezing slightly. Race quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.

"Well I's is Racetrack Higgins. Ya can call me Race."

"Okay, Well you can call me Brooke, Brook, or Brooklyn what ever you want it's not like I remember my name any ways." Brooklyn tried to move her wrist but it hurt too bad.

"I think we's bettah get yer arm checked out." Race said as he watched her attempt to move her wrist.

"I think it might be broken." She whispered felling the tears push harder behind her eyes and roll down her cheeks. It started to harder snow now as the two walked down the street. Race could feel Brooklyn leaning even move into him. They were almost to the Hospital when Brooklyn collapsed into him. He picked her up carefully into his arms and carried her to the front desk.

"Can I get a little 'elp heah?!" Race said to the nurse behind the desk.

"What happened to her?" The nurse led Race down the hall towards a room to put Brooklyn in.

"I'm not sure." He said to the nurse looking down at Brooklyn who had become obviously pale over the last few minutes.

The nurse nodded and then took Brooklyn from his arms placing her on the bed, "You'll have to wait out in the lobby." She escorted him out of the room and called for a doctor.

Race walked out the room to wait in the lobby. He watched the doctors walk in and out of the hall where Brooklyn's room was located. A couple of nurses passed and when Race went to ask a question they would just rush past him.

A couple of hours went by and finally a doctor came out to talk to Race, "Are you her brother?" The doctor asked. He was probably assuming this because Brooklyn had the same Italian look that he had.

"Yeah."  Race lied because he wanted to know what was going on.

"Brooklyn has a broken arm and she a concussion. She has some memory loss but it will come back to her eventually. Just try to show her things that will help spark the memories. Brooklyn can go home with you tonight, but she needs to be under watch. You can go see her now." Race followed the doctor into the room where he had brought Brooklyn. He walked over to her bed. She smiled.

"Hey, how 're ya doin'?" Race asked.

"Fine. The doctor said I could go home tonight." She paused for a minute and frowned, "Where am I going to go? I don't remember where I live."

"Well I's live at da lodgin' house for da news boy, an' ah maybe yah coul' stay there wit me."

Brooklyn looked up at Race for a few seconds, "Really?" She asked him. Brooklyn was confused on why he was being so nice to her. Race had just found her in the snow and now he was offering her a place to stay. Brooklyn wondered if Race had a hidden agenda.

"Of course. Every one is welcome at da lodgin' house." Race said with a smile.

"Thank you." She whispered softly.

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The lodging house seemed to be a long walk, they made it back before the weather got too much worse. Inside of the lodging house it was extremely quiet except for the soft steps of Race and Brooklyn. It was warm and cozy inside as well it seemed to wrap them in a comforting blanket. Race led Brooklyn up the stairs no one was back from selling yet, "Ah, my bunk is da top one…" He said looking around the room trying to figure out which rooms were occupied. He knew that there were only two left, but didn't know which. Race looked at his bunk and then over at Brooklyn. His bunk was a bit high for her and it would be easier for her to use a lower bunk, "Heah you's can use Bumlet's for now and he can use me bunk till we figure which ones are open.."

Brooklyn nodded and sat down on the edge of Bumlet's bunk.  "Can I get ya anythin'?" Race asked sitting down next to her.

"No thank you, I am fine, but I am a little tired. Maybe I'll rest." Brooklyn lay down.

Race smiled and stood up nodding slightly, "Get some sleep. It'll make you feel better." He watched Brooklyn sleep for a few minutes. Making sure she was going to be okay. Then Race paced around the room not sure if he should go to find Jack or wait. He looked at the clock it was two o'clock and the guys would be back with in the half hour before they went to Tibby's for dinner.

Every so often Race would glance over at Brooklyn to make sure she was still sleeping. She needed her rest to get better. Race looked up at the clock and wondered what was taking every one so long. It wasn't that it was really taking every one so long to get back it was just Race was anxious about making the arrangements for Brooklyn to stay there.