Disclaimer: I don't own David, Jack, or any of the Newsies I do however claim rights to my own characters

All The Pain Money Can Buy

By SaL

Chapter One: New Beginnings and Strange Ways

In the fall following the strike David, Sarah, and Les Jacobs were moved to a mansion in a richer part of Manhattan where they awaited their uncle's arrival who was currently in Paris.  Their parents had an unfortunate buggy accident and died instantly.  It was in Mr. Jacobs' last will and testament that his brother-in-law take custody of the children if anything should happen to both him and his wife.  David was the only one who had ever met their uncle Liam Lorant, and he didn't take much of a liking to his rich, snobby personality. 

The Lorant's were a rich family that disowned their daughter Ester when she got pregnant with David.  Ester had done nothing but love a man who wasn't rich and had a child before marrying.  She had become deathly ill after giving birth to her first son that her parents took her and her child away from Mayer Jacobs. They named their grandson David Owen Lorant and preceded to make him heir to the family inheritance after their son Liam passed on. 

However, Ester had plans of her own, a month later when she was strong enough she ran away with her son to the Jacobs' home. There she married Mayer and a year later gave birth to Sarah.   About three times a year or so David was sent to visit the Lorant's where he had developed hatred toward his uncle and his cousin Birgit.  His uncle was constantly teaching him how to act, who to talk to, how to speak to people, whom to befriend, and all the essentials he needed to know to be a Lorant.   Brigit, who was the same age as him, was constantly trying to set him up with one of her snobby, rich friends.

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"Davy! Davy! He's here! He's here!"  Les cried excitedly as a carriage pulled up to the Mansion and a tall figure stepped out followed by two teenagers of average height. Brigit, David even had to admit, was beautiful.  She had long brown hair and matching eyes.  She wore a dress white at the top with puffy sleeves and the skirt was crimson with a crimson bow at the waist. Her friend had sparkling amber eyes and long wavy strawberry-blonde hair.  She wore a white dress with a peasant style top that went off the shoulders. It also had a light blue sash at the waist and matching ribbon tying her hair back. Uncle Liam was a tall man with a good build in his mid- thirties.  He had dark hair and cold gray eyes and was clad in only the finest clothing of his day.  Les immediately ran out to greet him and his cousin Birgit. "Why hello there Les, Sarah It's so nice to meet you. Ah David! It's wonderful to see you again." Brigit greeted her cousins. " Let me introduce you to my good friend Mina. Mina these are my cousins Les, Sarah and you remember David."

"How could I forget" Mina responded while politely curtsying.

"Let us get settled in." Uncle Liam proclaimed while snapping his fingers. A young maid appeared ready to serve.  "Sir" she inquired. "Sandra take these bags to their respected rooms."

"Right away sir."

"Allow me to help you." David offered taking the heavier trunks and holding the door open for her. He followed her up the stairs and set the trunks in their rightful places.

 Ever since his arrival at the mansion David had been mesmerized by Sandra's crystal blue eyes and did everything he could to be close to her.  She had blonde hair and a perfect tan. Sandra wore a lavender dress with silver floral designs and a silver sash, which were the latest fashions she had brought with her from France.(A/N: Sandra immigrated from France) The short sleeves were frilled with a silver colored lace and the top had a silver rose broach above a keyhole. 

" Thank you ever so much for your help Mr. Lorant."

"It was my pleasure. And please, call me David or Davy and the name's Jacobs."

"Sorry I just assumed, well you know." Sandra blushed.

/God she looks cute when she's embarrassed/ "It's an honest mistake."

"Is there anything I can do to repay you for all the kind things you've done for me?" A sly smile crept upon Davy's face as eyes danced dreamily scheming up a plan to spend some time alone with her.  "Well, It is a nice day out… would you like to accompany me on a picnic?" She returned his smile and accepted the offer.  

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It had started off as a normal day and all the newsies were anxiously awaiting David and Les's return from their time off. " Morin' Weasel!" Jack greeted glancing over his shoulder every so often hopping to catch a glimpse of his selling partners.  " How many today?"

" Hundred papes" Jack replied slamming his pennies down. / Where are de? / " Next!"

Grabbing his papes, Jack stepped to the side waiting till he saw Les dragging David toward the line.

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(a/n aren't ya just lovin' this hoppin' back an' fourth thing? J/K sorry 'bout it)

" Come on Davy, get up!" Les screeched.

"Ugh! Go away." Came the muffled reply followed by an arm swatting away his brother.  "David we're gonna be late!"

"…" Les sighed as he continued the ritual that had become all too familiar since their move.  " Go away Les I'm not going!"

" How come?"

"Cuz Les I just don't feel up to it."

"Naww! You just miss your GIRLfriend!"

"SHUT-UP!" He yelled covering his head with a pillow.

" Not unless you come with me! 'Sides Sarah said I couldn't go unless you came too."

"Oh please, give me a break, you're old enough Les."

" I'll te-ell…" Came the younger brothers singsong voice.

"Fine!" Davy groaned throwing his pillow at his younger brother. "But I'm not selling any papes!" He reluctantly rolled out of bed and began to wash up.  Swaying a bit through his dizziness, he managed to get dressed. 

            Les soon found himself dragging his older brother through the streets of Manhattan toward the lodging house.  " Promise ya won't tell Les?"

"Aww… Dave, we already went through this."

"Just don't tell 'em, not even Jack."

" I don't see what the big deal is."

" Just Promise!" David Snapped

"Ok, ok. Sheesh! I promise, I promise!"

"Next!" Weasel's voice interrupted the brother's conversation. 

" How many?"

"I'll take a hundred papes," Les announced.

" Hundred for you Davy?"

"Not today Weasel." 

"Oh…how many?"

"I'm not sellin' today. I'm jus' helpin' a brother out."  Weasel just shrugged it off while surrounding newsies had their mouths open in shock.  "Next!"  David quickly moved out of the way pulling Les along with him.

"You's is late Davy. An' what's dis I hear 'bout you's aint sellin taday?"

" Look Jack, the only reason I'm here is cuz of Les."

"An' jus' what's dat supposed ta mean?"

"It means I ain't in the mood Jack Kelly, so if I was you I'd jus' drop it."

"Sorry I asked." Cowboy retorted, quickly pulling Les aside.  "A'ight spill. What's wit yer brudder?"

"Sorry Cowboy, but my toungs tied I'm not at liberty to say."  Jack didn't say anything else, just stared at his friend thinking, ' what da hell happened ta ya Davy?'

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A/N: Sooooooo….. what do you think? Good, Bad, Ugly?  Somebody? Anybody? Bueller…           I know you only get bits and pieces of everything and it jumps around quickly, but give it time, you'll see.   Please review I want the total truth, if you don't like it tell me why, give suggestions and stuff ok? Oh and I promise it will make sense when you find out what happened to Davy and Sandra. Thanks for reading!  Byeness!

                       ~* SaL *~