Disclaimer-I do not own this movie! A/N-I have to thank Miss Spitfire Conlon for this brilliancy. She gave me the idea. Oh and if you've read 'Found,' you know Docks McGowen as a boy. Well, Docks is a girl in this story just like she is in real life.

Kendra chased her brother down the docks and completely off the end of it. Alexander splashed into the water right before his sister did. They both surfaced, laughing uncontrollably. Docks stood at her perch, watching the two seven year old twins.
"Hey! What are youse two doin in Brooklyn?!" She jumped down onto the dock and sneered. She was the leader of Brooklyn's younger sister and wasn't about to let these two squabbling children come into Dollar's territory without a fight.
Spot climbed out of the water and smirked. "I'se..." He stopped short of calling himself Alexander, which was his real name. "Spot...Spot and..." He looked at Kendra asking her to say a name.
"Spitfire. Spitfire Conlon and her younger twin bruddah, Spot."
Docks groaned. "I don't care who ya are! What are ya doin in my brother's territory?"
"Uh..." Spot looked at his sister. "We'se just heah I guess."
"You guess? I think ya bettah do more den guess Mr. Blue Eyes!" That had been the first thing Docks McGowen had noticed about the twins. They shared identical cerulean blue eyes.
Spot glared and advanced on the little blonde girl. "Yeah. I guess. Maybe I'se thinkin bout doin more, seein as you'se threatin us?"
Docks stared into the hazy blue orbs and found nothing but anger and sadness. "I ain't threatin no one blue eyes."
"Its SPOT! Get it right midget!" He snapped, commenting on the girl's size.
Spitfire stepped between her brother and the emerald-eyed McGowen girl. "Let's not and say we didn't aye Spot?"
Docks pushed Spitfire away from her and threw her brother to the ground. "You don't talk ta Docks McGowen like dat gorgeous! You don't talk ta any a' da McGowens like dat. Ya understand me?"
Spot pushed the girl off of him. "I don't think ya understand me...Docks...but I can already fight 'gorgeous!'" He grabbed his sister's hand and began walking away, his chest heaving in anger.
"Wait! You can fight already?!" Docks stood up and caught Spot's shoulder.
Spot looked her up and down. "Maybe. I wanna see ya bruddah foist." He cocked his head as if asking permission. Docks stood up and motioned for him to follow her.
"He's gonna like ya if ya can fight already. He likes da fighters but you'll have ta pass his test foist."
"What's his test?"
Docks glanced at him. "Well, I'm his test a' course!"
Dollar stepped out of the shadow of a building, brushing his black hair out of his eyes. "And ya passed wit flyin colors Conlons. I'm Dollar McGowen, leadah a' Brooklyn Newsies. Would ya like ta join da crew?"
Spot looked at Spitfire, whose blue eyes were filled with fire at the sight of a boy behind Dollar. "Yeah, we'se in for it. I'm Spot Conlon an' dis is me sistah Spitfire."
"Yeah? Well, ya know I'm Dollar an' dis is me sistah Docks. Behind me is Shots . He's me constant companion now. Recruited him last week."
Spitfire's eyes hadn't left Shots. "Devon? Is dat you?" She pushed her brother aside and stepped closer to the boy. His black eyes reverted their gaze to the ground as he nodded.
"So youse two know each uddah?" Dollar asked skeptically.
Shots shrugged and crossed his arms. "She knew me but she don't know me no more. I went ta school wit 'em before I ran away."
Docks placed a gaze on Spot's cerulean eyes and then on Shots's own black ones. "Well, are we gonna sit heah all night or are we goin home?"
Dollar picked his sister up and slung her over his shoulder. She laughed as he carried her to the Lodging House and set her on the doorstep, the others behind them.
"Welcome to Brooklyn Lodging House, owned and operated by me older bruddah, Luke McGowen," Dollar said, opening the door. Spot looked around at his new home.
'I can't believe I've taken Kendra heah!' He thought. 'I'm supposed ta look after her till Dad gets back...'

Alexander Conlon soon found out that his dad wasn't coming back. It had been nine years since then to the day and Michael Conlon had never come back for his children. When Spot turned sixteen, Dollar had given Brooklyn to him and now ran the Lodging House. Docks had grown into the sixteen-year-old girl that now had a remarkable crush on him. Spitfire was quite the little man-killer herself, with blue eyes and blonde hair, she was a looker if there ever was one.

Docks stood on her tiptoes and kissed Spot's cheek, only to receive a slap in the back of the head from Spitfire. She glared. She hadn't grown used to the fact that the McGowens didn't run Brooklyn anymore. But Spot gave a warning glance to his sister and Spitfire returned her gaze to the journal in her lap. Docks put an arm around Alexander. "Spot, do you want to go somewhere...alone?"
Spot smirked. It was a question Docks asked a lot and he often said yes but today he didn't feel like using her. "Not now sweetie. I gots business ta handle." He looked out over the crowd of newsies in the bunkroom. Docks groaned. He had never actually slept with her. Only fooled around. She was his sister's best friend and he wasn't about to jeopardize that for some kicks in bed with his superior's baby sister.
Spitfire had heard the question and her hazy blue eyes snapped up. "Reilly McGowen!" She hissed. Docks glared at her real name being said.
"Kendra Conlon!" She whispered venomously.
"Goils! Stop bickerin'!" Spot shouted. Both girls' heads lowered to the ground. Docks rested a hand on Spot's chest. He was dangerously close to taking up that offer but he had matters of a borough war to deal with. One of Jack Kelly's boys had been selling in Brooklyn's territory. And it happened to be Shots who caught the boy. Shots had then proceeded to soak the Manhattan newsie to a bloody pulp. Spot couldn't help that. It was how Brooklyn was taught. It was how Alexander Kyle Conlon liked it and planned to keep it.
When Jack walked in Spot untangled himself from Docks's arms and made his way toward him. The room became silent as the boys spit shook.
"Spot Conlon..."
"Jack Kelly I'm guessin'?" Spot asked tauntingly.
Jack nodded grimly. "One a' ya fighters soaked me newest boy..."
"Ya newest boy was sellin' on me best fighter's territory and in Brooklyn no less. I run dis place like McGowen did so don't think ya can get away wit shit because Dollar's gone. Dat ain't da way I play da game."
Jack's eyes flashed as Docks stood behind Spot and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Ya take McGowen's baby sistah as ya new play toy Conlon?"
Spot shrugged Docks's hand away. "No...she's a close friend is all."
Spitfire had about had it with her brother's tactics. "Look Kelly. We caught ya boy...dat's da end. He was sellin in my man's territory so he should go whinin an snivelin ta you not us. Now get outta Brooklyn!"
Jack nodded. "I will but foist I got somethin ya bruddah heah might want..." He pulled a girl out from the clump of boys behind him. "Dis is Dusty. I found her wanderin' ya streets in da ealier hours dis mornin'."
The girl was thin and had brown hair and brown eyes. She looked up at Spot with adoration in her eyes. Docks didn't like it. She didn't like it all.
Spitfire nodded. "We'll take her. Now go!" Spot shouted and took a step toward Jack, raising his switchblade. Jack and the rest of his boys left quickly.
Docks, Spitfire, Star, Penny, Raincloud, and Bender took Dusty upstairs. They got her settled in and then she started to ask questions.
Docks sat in the corner, not speaking to anyone in particular and hoping no one noticed she was there.
"So what's Spot like? I mean is he really as cruel as they make him out to be?"
Spitfire glanced at her best friend in the corner. "Why? Do you like him or somethin'?"
Dusty shrugged. "He's cute I guess. He has an aura of power about him. Ya know?"
Docks stood up and advanced on the other girl. "Spot is taken by me and only me so I think ya bettah watch what ya sayin' bout him. I got dibs on da leadah an' I'm da only one dat's evah gonna really keep him."
Penny smirked. "Sure ya are. You an' all his whores!" The other girls laughed but one glare from Docks McGowen sent them all running.
Docks sat back down. She knew very well that Alex liked his whores...but that would never stop her from loving him. She sighed and lay down. Spitfire sat next to her.
"If he hurts ya like dis why da ya still do shit for him?" She asked, putting a hand reassuringly on Docks's shoulder.
"Because some day he's gonna know what he's been missin' in me an' he'll love me den Kendra. He will."
Spitfire shook her head. "He's my bruddah an' I'll tell ya what he loves. Alex loves women an' power. He's already got both. He don't know what love is. He thinks it's a game him an' his corner tavern whores can play wit a rope an' a bedpost. Alex ain't da man ta settle down wit Reilly. He's a womanizer!"
Docks nodded. "I know but ya don't see him when its just us...just Alexander and Reilly. He refuses ta do anything with me. He says he don't wanna ruin our 'friendship.' He said I'm da one he thinks about all day...not those whores he sleeps wit all da time..." She trailed off, wiping tears from her cheeks. She remembered when she first started to worry about Spot. He would come home at night with that crimson lip lacquer all over the collar of his shirt and his blonde hair tousled. He'd grin at her, cheeks stained red from whatever he'd been doing and slip an arm around her waist whispering, "Ya still like me huh Docksy-goil? I still like ya too. Youse da one I think about baby." He was such liar...wasn't he? He had never even layed a finger on her. He didn't want her like she wanted him. She was a toy, used to pleasure him when his whores weren't around...and she had been falling for it all along. "Maybe youse right Spitfire. I oughta find anuddah man." Spitfire nodded. It seemed like she had finally gotten Docks away from her brother. Now all she needed was to keep Spot away from Docks. "Youse a McGowen! And ya gorgeous. You can have any damn man in da city! Look at yaself! Pretty blonde hair, eyes as green as ya homeland itself. In fact, they's more green den Ireland and ya choose ta go aftah Alexander Conlon?! Go get yaself a real man dat can love ya like he can't!" Docks nodded and stood up. "I will! I'm goin' out ta find someone right now!" She ran down the steps, running straight into Spot. "Docks? Where ya goin baby?" He asked, putting an arm across her shoulder.
"Get off me Alex! Ya don't want me! If ya did ya woulda taken me when I offered ta you da thousands of times dat I did! I'm goin out ta find someone who will! Bye!"
Spot stared in shock as the girl left. He hadn't taken her offer because he didn't want to hurt her...or have Dollar after him for taking his baby sisters virginity. "Kendra Conlon when I get me hands on ya!" He hissed, taking the steps to the girls' bunkroom two at a time.
"SPITFIRE CONLON!" He shouted, slamming the door open. Spitfire jumped three feet into the air and her eyes widened at the anger in her brother's cool blue eyes. "Ya told her I didn't want her didn't ya?! Ya sent Reilly McGowen out a' heah lookin' for some guy to spend da night wit?! Do ya know how many creeps are in Brooklyn at night dat would toss her in an alley an' not think twice bout rapin her! You bitch! Dollar's gonna kill me!" He grabbed Spitfire's shoulders and smashed her against the wall. "You an me are gonna go find her now an' if someone put one goddamn finger on her I'll fucking kill ya! I didn't take up her offers for exactly dis reason! Ya to stupid ta figure dat out?"
"Ya use her Spot! As a toy when ya whores ain't around!"
"She asks Kendra! I don't force anything on her! She's me best friend an' ya might a' just cost me her life!"
"She loves ya Spot! She'd do anything for ya an' ya use her as some sorta sex toy!"
Spot's blue eyes flashed fire and threw his sister to the ground. "When ya calm down I expect ya out lookin' for her. Penny!" He shouted to the redhead across the room. She jumped up, fear evident on her pretty face. "Take Shots an' go ta Manhattan. Tell Kelly ta look for da second McGowen goil. She's missin'."
Penny ran down the steps, grabbed Shots by his shoulder without warning, and toted him out the door.
"What da hell ya doin Penny?!" He snapped, shrugging her away.
"Conlon's as mad as a bat outta hell Shots. Docks went lookin' for trouble tonight...cause she says she don't need him no more."
"Dey never was a couple so why's it so big?"
Penny rolled her eyes and glared at him. "She's a McGowen. A big name on da streets...at least in da newsies. Luke and Dollar McGowen'll kill him if she gets hoit!"
Shots nodded and the duo took off for Manhattan.

Spot shivered as he crossed the bridge, looking for Docks. It was mid-November and freezing in the city. "Docksy-goil! Where are ya?" He called. "C'mon ya bruddah is gonna kill me!" He whispered the last few words.
If he didn't find this girl the McGowen boys would pulverize him. He really did want to find her. He knew she cared...the question was, could he care back? He wanted to yes, but was it possible? He had the whores, and the power, oh yes, but he didn't have love. 'Never have, never will,' He thought to himself with a slight chuckle. "Docks! Come out heah!" He finished crossing the bridge and ducked into an alley. "Docks!"

Spitfire shrank against a wall as she heard the drunken shouts. The last think Alex needed was her getting into trouble too. She ran around the back of the building and straight into Oscar Delancey. "Why hello sweetcake! Ain't you da Conlon bitch? Why youse just a pretty little face ain't ya? Maybe Spot wouldn't mind if we had a little fun tagetha?" He pressed his body against her.
"Get off me!" She pushed him away and kicked him hard in the stomach. "I'm telling Spot you were in Brooklyn you slimeball!" Oscar doubled over in pain.
"Well, I thought you'd wanna know where da McGowen whore was?"
Spitfire stopped in her tracks. "Where's Docks? You son of a bitch where is she?!" Spitfire dropped to her knees, putting Oscar in a headlock.
Oscar winced. "I saw her bout an hour ago. She was cryin' an' stumblin like a drunk sailor! I didn't do nothin Conlon I swear!"
Spitfire released him and groaned. "Get out a' Brooklyn ya scum!" She snapped, running out of the alley. "SPOT! Spot?" She screamed.

Spot heard his sister call him and, thinking she had found Docks he took off for her. "Spitfire?" He reached her, out of breath. "What are ya callin me for if ya don't got her?" His breath was vapor gusts in front of his face as he tried to speak.
"I got a lead. Oscar says he saw her bout an hour ago...hurt." She winced at the last words and Alex looked up.
"I'm gonna kill ya Kendra!" He tore out of the alley and ran to the lodging house. It only made sense that that's where she'd be. He pushed past a group of boys as they laughed, probably coming back from the Bordello. He grimaced as he reached the house and the crowd that surrounded the porch. He threw the boys out of the way to get to the center of the gathering. "Docks!" He gasped out the word as he saw her. She was covered in blood and bruises.
"Reilly..." He managed to say as he lifted her limp form. "Somebody get a doctor she's livin'! Docks?"
Her green eyes fluttered open and she looked into his own blue. "Alex..."

A/N-Oh yes it was long but fun to write. Its just the beginning peeps so no freaking out! Hugs to all my reviewers! I love you guys!