AN: Though I ask Santa every year, I don't own the newsies in this story,
so DON'T SUE ME! I'm a writer, and I don't own anything valuable except for
my computer!
The only characters I own, are Memory/Stripes, Axle, Whip, and Smoke.
All the other characters own themselves
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Brrrrr… A small child wandered around a corner.
It was the middle of the night on Christmas Eve, and no time for a kid to be out of the streets.
The child staggered, and leaned against the wall of a nearby building, shivering with cold.
C'mon, keep movin'! Ya gotta keep goin'!
As the child stepped again onto the streets, a dark form ran around the corner, and rammed straight into it.
"Watch wheah ya goin'!" The big figured yelled, and charged off into the swirl of snow that blanketed the streets of New York.
Just as suddenly, a man in the blue uniform of a policeman, barreled around the corner, and stopped when he saw the fallen child.
"You there! Did a boy just run through here?"
The child pointed a shaking finger in the opposite direction the culprit had taken.
Without even a word of thanks, the man hurried off.
After staggering to its feet, the child looked up into the swirl of snow pouring from the sky.
Face da truth. Ya ain't gonna make it through tanight.
"Hey kid."
The child whirled, to find the escaping thief standing a few feet away.
"Thanks fer getting' dat bull offa me back. I know I'se didn't 'zactly desiove dat, bein' so mean an' all."
The child shrugged, and the thief looked quizically at it.
"Why ain't ya home wi't yer folks? Ya lost?"
The child looked at the ground, and said softly, "I don't remembah."
The thief's eyes widened. "Hey! You'se a goil!"
She nodded, and the thief held out his hand. "I'se Axel."
The girl looked at the ground, and did not move.
"Hey!" said Axle, getting angry. "What? Ya don't wanna be friends wit' da likes a me?"
He turned angrily away, heading back into the snow-filled streets.
"No!" shouted the girl, running up and tugging on his sleeve.
"I jist…I jist...I can't remembah me name."
Axle's eyes widened. "Den will jist have a give ya one, won't we!"
He crouched down to eye-level with the girl. "Do ya remembah anythin'? Parent's names, birthday, wheah ya live, how old ya are, anythin'?"
She shook her head. "I don't even know why I'se out heah." Suddenly, her eyes teared up, and she launched herself at Axle.
Surprised, he barely got his arms open, before she latched on to him, sobbing into his shirt.
Awkwardly, he patted her head. "Dere, dere. Let's have none a dat."
He pulled out a handkerchief, and mopped her tear-stained face with it.
"Well, since ya can't remembah nothin' we'se jist gonna call ya Mem'ry."
Memory sniffed, and wiped her eyes, as Axle took her hand.
"C'mon. You'se kin come home wit' me. Da boys'll love you'se. Ya don't mind doin' a liddle thievery do ya?"
With that, they disappeared into the snow.
The only characters I own, are Memory/Stripes, Axle, Whip, and Smoke.
All the other characters own themselves
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Brrrrr… A small child wandered around a corner.
It was the middle of the night on Christmas Eve, and no time for a kid to be out of the streets.
The child staggered, and leaned against the wall of a nearby building, shivering with cold.
C'mon, keep movin'! Ya gotta keep goin'!
As the child stepped again onto the streets, a dark form ran around the corner, and rammed straight into it.
"Watch wheah ya goin'!" The big figured yelled, and charged off into the swirl of snow that blanketed the streets of New York.
Just as suddenly, a man in the blue uniform of a policeman, barreled around the corner, and stopped when he saw the fallen child.
"You there! Did a boy just run through here?"
The child pointed a shaking finger in the opposite direction the culprit had taken.
Without even a word of thanks, the man hurried off.
After staggering to its feet, the child looked up into the swirl of snow pouring from the sky.
Face da truth. Ya ain't gonna make it through tanight.
"Hey kid."
The child whirled, to find the escaping thief standing a few feet away.
"Thanks fer getting' dat bull offa me back. I know I'se didn't 'zactly desiove dat, bein' so mean an' all."
The child shrugged, and the thief looked quizically at it.
"Why ain't ya home wi't yer folks? Ya lost?"
The child looked at the ground, and said softly, "I don't remembah."
The thief's eyes widened. "Hey! You'se a goil!"
She nodded, and the thief held out his hand. "I'se Axel."
The girl looked at the ground, and did not move.
"Hey!" said Axle, getting angry. "What? Ya don't wanna be friends wit' da likes a me?"
He turned angrily away, heading back into the snow-filled streets.
"No!" shouted the girl, running up and tugging on his sleeve.
"I jist…I jist...I can't remembah me name."
Axle's eyes widened. "Den will jist have a give ya one, won't we!"
He crouched down to eye-level with the girl. "Do ya remembah anythin'? Parent's names, birthday, wheah ya live, how old ya are, anythin'?"
She shook her head. "I don't even know why I'se out heah." Suddenly, her eyes teared up, and she launched herself at Axle.
Surprised, he barely got his arms open, before she latched on to him, sobbing into his shirt.
Awkwardly, he patted her head. "Dere, dere. Let's have none a dat."
He pulled out a handkerchief, and mopped her tear-stained face with it.
"Well, since ya can't remembah nothin' we'se jist gonna call ya Mem'ry."
Memory sniffed, and wiped her eyes, as Axle took her hand.
"C'mon. You'se kin come home wit' me. Da boys'll love you'se. Ya don't mind doin' a liddle thievery do ya?"
With that, they disappeared into the snow.