Hello! So I've been thinking about writing this fic for a while. I'm not sure how people are going to react to it but I just thought it would be a nice, sad kinda story. There is a lot of Jatherine in this one, for all of my fantastic reviewers who love Jatherine.
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"I can't do it!" A woman yelled. She was currently being rushed through the empty streets of New York in the middle of the night by a young man, many other boys running behind them. "Jack, I can't do it!" She yelled again at the man, her breaths coming in short and fast.
"Breathe Ace!" The man, Jack, yelled back. "You can do this!" He insisted as he ran as fast as he could. "If anyone can do this, Katherine, it's you!" The man promised and he rounded a corner, a large medical building coming into view.
"God!" The boy in front of them shouted. His hand was being clutched onto by the woman and his face was trying very hard to not convey the pain that he was feeling. "Hurry up, Jack! She's gonna break my hand!" He yelled urgently.
"Can it, Race!" The woman screamed as they ran through the doors.
"Hey can we get some help over here?!" One of the older boys that had been running behind them called. The one with the crutch that stood the closest to a panicked Jack.
"Alright, alright, Ace," Race stuttered, "You know I love ya, but I can't go back there with ya. You gotta let go of my hand." The boy pleaded.
Some nurses ran out but Katherine shook her head and she, somehow, tightened her hold on Race's hand. "Oh God!" The boy yelled as his pain increased and he looked up to the other man for help.
Jack bent down to the woman he held up in his arms. "Hey." He whispered. "Hey, you're gonna do this." He assured, looking back at all of the boys behind him and then the two in front of him. "You've got your family here. They're rootin' for ya, Ace. You can do this, because you're the strongest person I know." He insisted as the woman's face screwed up in pain again and she let out a scream. Race yelped in surprise.
"Yeah," The boy with the crutch agreed. "I think Race can agree with that." He laughed, ignoring the older boy's glare. Then he moved over and gave the girl a big, optimistic smile and kissed her forehead. "We love you, Ace. You can do this."
Jack nodded his head at his friend's words and the girl he was carrying seemed to consider them. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart." He assured.
Race gave the woman a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go make us proud, Plumber." Then, he felt some of the pressure on his poor hand lessen and he sighed in relief as he slipped it out of the woman's grasp.
Jack nodded, telling himself to breathe. He could do this. It would all be ok. He could do this. Before he even realized he was going into a state of shock, he felt two pairs of hands on his shoulders. He looked back to see those two boys, smiling at him, reassuring him everything would be alright, before he let himself be dragged into another room, leaving everyone else behind.
Race sat in the waiting room. His leg was shaking uncontrollably. Up and down, up and down, up and down. His hands ran over his lips in agitation as he heard the screams from the other room. Both from the woman and the man. It took the crippled boy next to him grabbing his leg and stopping it in its place to get him to take a deep breath. He wondered how the boy was so calm at that moment. But then he actually looked at the kid's features and saw everything that he was feeling inside.
"Is she ok?" A deep voice was heard from the entrance of the room. They all looked up at the well dressed man that ran in with some of the younger boys before another screech was heard from the other room.
Race stood as the gimp boy stood up, quickly. "No Crutchie. She's gonna be fine. I swear." As Race blocked his friend, the man tried to walk up closer to the door. "Davey!" The blond Italian boy called for help.
"Everybody sit down!" Another boy, tall, brunette, Davey, called as everyone began to get more and more nervous. "They're gonna be ok!" He assured them. "Mr. Pulitzer, she's gonna be alright. She's one of the strongest people I know-"
"Where are they?!" Another woman called as she waltzed into the room. "Is everything alright?"
"Miss Medda, everything's gonna be alright." Crutchie tried as the woman pushed past some of the boys, gently but purposefully. "It'll be over soon." He tried, reassuring everyone and himself that it would be ok.
Suddenly, cries were heard from the other room. High pitched screams. The first wails of the one they'd all been waiting for. And the room went absolutely silent in a anticipation. Race and Crutchie ran up to the door, just about ready to bust through it, right before it was opened and a dazed, yet satisfied and happy looking Jack walked out of it.
That was when all the questions broke loose. It was absolute madness. It took Jack a moment to process everything before he raised his hand and shouted, "Newsies of Manhattan!" Immediately the entire room went silent. "Make way for Mr. Pulitzer." He ordered. And as the crowd parted, an anxious looking man made his way to face him. Jack could barely keep the goofy grin off his face before he asked the question everyone had been waiting to hear. "Would ya like ta meet your granddaughter?"
I hope you guys liked this short little chapter. This is the only chapter of this that I have done, but if I get some people telling me to continue this, I definitely will. Remember that I love requests and reviews.
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