Lovin' Irish (Spot Conlon One-shot)

I do not own Newsies in any way.

AN: On the newsies soundtrack, there's a track called Fightin' Irish. I changed the title a little.

"Dia duit? Dia duit! Táim ag lorg Conlon bhfód(Hello? Hello! I'm looking for Spot Conlon)", a girl said.

"Youse lookin' foa Spot?", a boy asked her.

"Leithscéal (Sorry?)?", she asked.

"Ceart anseo. Conas is féidir liom cabhrú leat (Right here. How can I help you?)?", Spot spoke in his native dialect.

"Mé aimsithe agat! Sophie bhí le rá beannacht, ach a maraíodh sí ag iompar runaway. Spot I'm mar sin leithscéal. Tháinig mé anseo chun tús a chur le saol mar newsie. Nuair a bhí againn leanaí a gealladh tú i gcónaí gur mhaith leat a chur agam ort, achmé chaill an bád. Mé Spota chaill tú. Tá áthas orm mar sin táimid le chéile arís, lúide Sophie ar ndóigh (I've found you! Sophie wanted to say goodbye, but she was killed by a runaway carriage. I'm so sorry Spot. I came here to start a life as a newsie. When we were children you always promised you'd take me with you, but I missed the boat. I missed you Spot. I'm so glad we're together again, minus Sophie of course)", the girl said.

Spot hugged the girl. "Elizabeth! Sé duit! tá sé I ndáiríre duit! I chaill tú! Cén fáth nár scríobh tú? Cén fáth go raibh tú ag fanacht 13 bliain atá le teacht (Elizabeth! It's you! It's really you! I missed you! Why didn't you write? Why did you wait 13 years to come?)?", Spot yelled at Elizabeth.

"Toisc, bhí a fhios agam nach raibh tú i ngrá liom. I fhios agat atá curtha i ngrá le Sophie ó breithe(Because, I knew you weren't in love with me. I know you've been in love with Sophie since birth)", Elizabeth told Spot.

"Cailín tú dÚsachtach. Tú an chúis i fhág gaeilge sa chéad áit. Bhí mé ag dul chun fanacht leat, agus mo theaghlach saoire. Duit! Ní Sophie. Sophie's imithe. Sí ag marbh agus imithe. cinnte, bhí sí mo chéad ghrá, ach ní bheidh sí i mo anuas agus amháin. I gcónaí ag iarraidh chun pósadh tú, ach shíl mé nach raibh grá agat dom. Bhí mé dúr a fhágáil. Ba chóir mé ar a dtugtar grá agat dom. I d'fhéadfadh sé a fheiceáil i do chuid súl, nuair a d'fhéach tú ag dom, a d'fhéadfadh a fheiceáil i sparkle gur beag bídeach. Nuair smiled ag tú dom, thug mo boilg flips i gcónaí. i, Láthair ... Conlon an Sean Mícheál, táim i ngrá leat Elizabeth agus i bheadh sé grá, má phós tú dom(You crazy girl. You're the reason I left Ireland in the first place. I was going to stay with you and leave my family. For you! Not Sophie. Sophie's gone. She's dead and gone. Sure, she was my first love, but she won't be my last and only. I always wanted to marry you, but I thought you didn't love me. I was stupid to leave. I should've known you loved me. I could see it in your eyes, when you looked at me, I could see that tiny little sparkle. When you smiled at me, my stomach always did flips. I, Spot...Sean Micheal Conlon, am in love with you Elizabeth and I would love it, if you married me)", Spot confessed.

"I lurve ya", Elizabeth spoke in broken English.

"Ise love youse", Spot whispered to her.

Elizabeth's eyes shone with tears as Spot leaned down and finally kissed her.

This moment was sweet…but confusing to the Brooklyn newsies that had witnessed it take place.