Hello Hello! I have resurfaced! This idea came to mind when I realized that Jack Kelly and Winnie Foster are the same age! I loved the fact that both Andrew Keenan-Bolger (Crutchie, OBC of Newsies) and Ben Cook (Race, 1st Nat. Tour of Newsies) were both in the OBC of Tuck Everlasting. So in this story, Crtuchie is based on AKB and Race is based on BTC. I really love both of these shows, so this first chapter was extremely fun to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or Tuck Everlasting. Newsies belongs to Disney, Tuck belongs to Natalie Babbitt and whoever the musical belongs to (I'm not entirely sure). Also, most of the dialog Winnie overhears is from Newsies, so that is not mine either.

Winnie's POV

Today was the day.

I stepped off of the train onto the platform. I walked the length of it, before heading into the terminal.

The crowded space smelled horrid; a mixture of manure and sweat. I spotted no one close to my age. Actually, I spotted no children at all.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people. I broke the mob and left the building.

I was on a new adventure. No one knew my past, or how I could have never died.

They didn't know the story of the Tucks.

My heart clenched as I walked down the streets of New York. There were people walking down the streets with almost nothing on. The elderly limping along, using every ounce of energy to stay alive.

Was this what Mother was protecting me from? I had never seen anything like this, being trapped in Treegap.

The world outside was complicated. I had learned that when I was eleven.

I finally saw some children. I walked up to them.

There were roughly fifteen boys, all lined up in a row. One walked up to a man in a bowler hat with a mustache.

"Mornin' Weasel." That's a weird name. "Did ya miss me?"

"My name is Wei-sel." Bowler Hat Man said.

I glanced away from him for a moment.

"I'll take the usual."

The usual what?

"A hundred papes for the wise guy."

Oh. These were newsboys. I watched as a few more got their papers.

Two boys walked up next. The younger one couldn't have been more than ten or eleven-maybe even seven.

The older one began talking to Weisel. He left and began to count his stash. "Excuse me? I paid for twenty, but you only gave me nineteen!"

The first boy to get his papers walked over to the other and grabbed his stack.

Suddenly, the first boy said, "He's right, you only gave him nineteen."

Then, he gave some more money to Weisel. "Give him another fifteen."

"I don't want more papes," the second boy exclaimed.

Their discussion continued, and some other boys joined in. I watched the scene unfold, before jumping in.

I walked up to the first boy. "Excuse me? I'd like to buy a paper."

He stared at me.

"Well, are you going to take the money?"

"Ye-Yes! The name's Jack Kelly. Thank you, miss."

"You're welcome, Mr. Kelly. Winnie Foster." I stuck out my hand.

He shook it, but not before spitting into his own. I felt the saliva hit my own hand, then quickly wiped it on my dress.

"Miss Foster, did anyone ever tell you that you have gorgeous eyes?" Jack asked, handing me the newspaper.

"No," I stated matter-of-factly, giving him the money.

A boy with a crutch hobbled over. "Hiya Jack, who's ya friend?"

I had to take a second glance and steady myself before speaking again.

He looked exactly like Jesse.

"This here's Winnie Foster," Jack replied, before smiling back at me.

"Hello," I said, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Did Jesse leave Treegap that day and come here? Did he change his name? And what had happened to his leg?

Jack must've noticed my staring at him and the other boy.

"Sorry there Winnie, this here's Crutchie, he's been a newsie since he was-what-fourteen?"

Crutchie nodded. Good, it wasn't Jesse. My stomach calmed a bit.

I looked to the boy sitting on the cart behind Crutchie and Jack.

He looked vaguely familiar.

"And who might you be?"

He pulled the cigar out of his mouth. "The name's Race. I overhead that you'se name is Winnie?"

"Yes."

He climbed off of the cart.

I remembered who he was. I couldn't speak. Or comprehend much.

My mind rushed back to the day. August 1st, 1893. The fair.

I rushed up to him. "You were the juggler!"

He looked dumbfounded.

"I don't know what you'se talking about Miss Winnie," he said, before sticking his cigar back in his mouth, off to one side.

"Yes you do! Treegap, New Hampshire? The Man in the Yellow Suit? The magic spring?"

The other boys were staring at me now. Race pulled me away from them.

"Can ya please shut up, Winnie?"

I paused, before grabbing the cigar out of his mouth. "Do you even smoke this? Or is it just to make you look tough. Because I know your secret, newsboy! Put that on a paper!"

I watched him stare, before turning around and walking down the street, triumphantly, Race's cigar still in my hand.

"Could ya bring that to the Lodging House?" I heard him yell.

"Not a chance!" I yelled back.

"Well, it looks like you'se never gettin' that back." Jack said.

And he was right.

Race's POV

That girl just stole my cigar. How dare she?

I turned around. Jack and the rest of the boys were looking at me.

"What was that all about?"

"Nothin'. She's talkin' nonsense."

They seemed to buy that.

Luckily, Jack turned his attention from me to those two new boys.

My mind drifted away. How the hell did she find me?

I didn't know.

What was I even doing?

I was traveling with the fair for at least a year. The Man in the Yellow Suit had taken me in, and hired me on as an eighteen year old. I had just left my family, and the fair had stopped upstate, where I had been living.

When we stopped in Treegap, I thought it was the most boring place in the world. That is, until I found out about the spring.

When everything went down with the Tucks, I took a drink from the spring.

I still can't figure out how Jack and the other boys haven't noticed me aging. I guess they all just think I've hit my growing limit. Which I have, but not in the way they think.

When I first became a newsie, I thought that Crutchie looked like Jesse Tuck. I saw it in Winnie's eyes when she saw him.

She's changed a lot since I last saw her. She's gotten taller, more mature.

Her eyes haven't changed, though. They're still the same blue.

Back then, I felt bad for her. She had found adventure and possibly love, and had lost it all.

I somehow felt part of the cause. And I hated myself for it.

"Race? Anybody home?" Romeo asked, snapping his fingers in my face. "Seems like that pretty goil got to you."

"Neva' mind. She means nothin' ta me." I grumbled.

I shoved my papes in my bag and walked down the street.

Today was the day.

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