A/N: I had this is a one-shot idea when I was listening to the song 'Cleaning this gun' by Rodney Atkins. I pitched the idea to Lyric Mania and she thought it was good so I thought I'd continue with my idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, nor do I own Newsies. The closest I will ever come to owning newsies is a copy of the movie.
Cleaning this gun
Spot walked in to the Manhattan lodging house in search of Mercy. Mercy had left Brooklyn an hour before hand after making plans with Spot to watch the sunset like they did at least tree times a week.
"Hey Spot, come on in. Have a seat." Race said from his seat on the couch. His girlfriend Nikki sitting by his side.
Spot looked at the small wooden gun Race had in his left hand, in the right he had a cleaning rag. Spot smirked; Mercy had told him Race had planed something like this. Race had gone to pick up his one of his privies girlfriends and her dad was cleaning a gun whale he talked to him.
"Mercy will be down in a minute." Nikki said picking up one of the smaller newsboys and setting him on her lap.
"Now Spot, Mercy's like my daughter, I love her to death. She's my little girl. She deserves respect, now that's what shell get right boy?" Race put on his fake tough-Sothern-dad accent.
"Of 'course it is." Spot said playing along.
"Spot, we can go now." Mercy can down the stairs and took hold of Spot's arm, "Good night Dad." Mercy jokingly said to Racetrack.
"Ya'll go out and have some fun. I'll see you when you get back, I'll probably be up all night cleaning this gun." Race ran the cloth across the wooden toy.
Mercy and Spot smiled as they walked out of the LH towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
Nikki and Racetrack stood in the doorway of the LH watching them go. "They grow up so fast." Nikki said wiping away imaginary tears.
A/N: Well that's it. Leave a review please.