Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue.

AN: Alright everyone, this may be a bit confusing at first, but just keep reading and everything will make perfect sense, I PROMISE!

And for those of you that have seen the movie Dogma, yes, this IS my newsies version of Dogma. But I tweeked some of the plot, so there's gonna be a couple little differences and one major difference.

Chapter One

*Only One Thing To Do*

The boy bit into his apple and chewed absentmindedly, watching new immigrants de-board from an incoming ship from his spot on a bench.

He smirked and rolled his eyes as he heard his friend try to convince a passing group of nuns that there was no such thing as god, or a true religion.

"The thing that amazes me most," the boy with the apple said to his friend as he sat down beside him, "Is that you know there's a god. I mean, you've been in his presence, and yet you still try to convince everyone that's he's not real.

"Eh," the boy said shrugging, "I just love to fuck with the clergy, it's too fun."

The two laughed and the one with the apple gazed intently at two immigrants in particular, whose faces were lit up with an almost unreal joy.

"So why do you always come here?" The boy without the apple asked.

"I like to watch," was the reply, "This here is humanity at it's best."

His friend gave him a skeptical look.

"No really!" The boy said defensively, "Look at 'em Spot! All that anger and tension and grief goes away for just one moment when they get off that boat."

Spot shook his head and laughed.

"See those two?" he asked, pointing to a couple that were embracing after one of them had gotten off the boat and ran to the one that was waiting on the docks.

"Yeah, what about 'em?"

"That girl cheated on him when he was gone on a trip to Europe."

A pair of eyebrows shot up considerably.

"Really?"

"Yep, three times," Spot said matter-a-factly.

The eyebrows lowered into a furrowed display of skepticism.

"How do you know?"

"What kind a question is that, Jack?!" Spot asked, "You hit your head and forget the last millennia or something?"

"Shuddup," Jack said.

A wistful expression swept over his visage and he sighed.

"But you see Spot, none of that stuff matters, 'cause in this one moment those two are so happy to be with each other that everything else just goes out the window."

Spot hacked and turned it into an innocent cough at Jack's glare. He pounded lightly at his chest before straightening and composing himself slightly.

"Now what was so fucking important that you had to drag me out here this early in the morning? 'Cause if it was to share in your half-assed obsession with 'special moments', I'm going to have to kill you."

Jack grinned and drew himself up to his full height, several inches above his companions.

"I'd like to see you try! Now, onto the important point of this meeting: We're going home."

Spot stared at him blankly.

He blinked once.

Twice.

"Spot, will you stop fucking staring at me! People are going to think I proposed or something, geez……….."

Spot shook his head, letting his hair fall loosely in his face.

"What did you say?" He asked carefully.

"You heard me!"

A newspaper clipping from the New York World was produced from Jack's coat pocket and he held it in front of Spot's face.

"We're going home! Someone sent this to us in the mail, just read it."

The paper exchanged hands and Spot studied it careful.

He read the headline out loud, "'Cardinal Glick cuts ribbon to re-open Catholic Church.'"

He gave Jack a sideways glance, "And………………….?"

Jack sighed exasperatedly, "You have to keep reading, you idiot!"

Spot glared at him, but he continued to read out loud, "Re-dedication ceremony…………..Papal consent………….." he looked back at Jack, "And…………..?"

"Give me that!" Jack said angrily, grabbing the paper out of Spot's hands.

Jack began reading a portion of the article out loud as he and Spot walked aimlessly down the streets of New York.

"The Re-dedication of Saint Michael's Church on its hundredth anniversary is the kickoff of a new campaign that seeks to bring the Catholic Church back into the mainstream."

Jack paused rather dramatically,

"With a papal sanction, the archway entrance to the century old house of worship will serve as a passageway of plenary indulgence, which – according to

Catholic beliefs - offers all who pass trough its arches a morally clean slate."

Jack laughed at Spot's blank expression.

"You still don't get it, do you Spot?" Jack asked.

"That would be a no…….." Spot answered slowly.

Jack began explaining carefully, "If you walk trough the church's front door on the day of the re-dedication ceremony, your soul is wiped clean of any and all existing sin, more so than the sacrament of penance could ever offer. It's a plenary indulgence, Spot! I don't know why I never thought of this before."

"So," Spot chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, "Your saying that all I have to do is walk trough this archway and then I can go home?"

The smile slid off of Jack's face.

"No…. See, by passing trough the doors our sins are forgiven. Then after that all we gotta do is die, an-"

An alarm went off in Spot's head and he stopped dead in his tracks, gesticulating wildly.

"Wait, wait, what?!!! I don't want to die!!"

"Oh," Jack sneered sarcastically, "So you want to stay down here for a few more eons?!"

"No!" Spot said quickly.

A puff of frustrated breath blew out his lips.

"But we don't even know if we can die! And what if this whole 'archway' thing isn't real? What then, huh? Hell?"

He cried out. "Fuck that!!!"

"It works, Spot!" Jack said, "If we cut off our wings and go in to complete human form then we become mortal. And if we die with clean souls, there's no way t keep us out. They have to let us back in!"

"Yeah, but Jack," Spot reasoned, "This plenary indulgence ting is church law, not divine mandate! And church laws are fallible because they were created by man!"

Jack smiled smugly.

"You're forgetting something there, Spot."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

Jack cleared his throat and, with the air of an important speech maker, said, "One of the last sacred promises imparted to Peter the first Pope by the son of god before he left was, 'Whatever you hold true on earth……...'"

Spot yelled out excitedly, cutting in.

"I will hold true in heaven!!"

The two got several stares from nearby people on the street, and Spot glared at all of them until they averted their eyes.

"And so," Jack continued, "If the pope says it's so, god must adhere. It's dogmatic law!!"

Spot grinned, spitting in his hand and holding it out to Jack, "Let it never be said that your anal-retentive attention to detail never yielded positive results."

Jack spit in his hand and shook Spot's, saying, "Thanks……..sort of…."

The two began walking again, and a few moments of silence later Spot said, "'Ay Jack?"

"Yeah Spot?" Jack asked.

"There's just one thing I think I should do to get back on his good side before we leave."

"And that would be…………..?"

Spot pulled newspaper clipping out of his pocket and handed it to Jack.

Jack looked at the article skeptically, "What's this?"

"Look at it! It's all about these big rich people exploiting innocents."

"Yeah," Jack said, "So what?"

Spot slapped his forehead, "I want to hit them, you imbecile!"

"Are you CRAZY?!!" Jack yelled, stopping in the middle of the side walk, "We're days away from getting' back an' you want to go on a KILLING spree for the sake a the old days???!!! How the fuck would that get us back on his good side??!!!!"

"Jack, Jack, Jack," Spot said condescendingly, "We're not talking about some killing spree here, we're talking about divine justice! We're talking about punishing the wicked, raining down fire and brimstone! He's all about that kind of stuff. You know he'd want this done."

"'Sides," Spot continued, "What better way to show that I've repented than by resuming the position I denied……thanks to you, don't forget."

Jack sighed, "There hasn't been an angel of death since you retired, Spot, doesn't that mean anything to you? An' what if you're wrong?"

"Even if I'm wrong- and I'm not," Spot said, "It won't matter! We pass trough that archway and we're clean."

Spot rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

"So, where's this church that we're going to, anyway?"

"New Jersey," Jack replied, "We have to be there in four days."

"Last four days on Earth," Spot mused as he and Jack approached a nearby fruit vendor, "Well, only one ting to do."

"What's that?" Jack asked as Spot bought a peach.

"Kill people," Spot answered grinning.

AN: Please review! Anything is wonderful, especially any advice is really really welcome! A course, if you just wanna drop in and say you like the story (or hate it, lol) that's wonderful too……….course…..if you hate it……it might be nice to tell me WHY so I can fix it, ne? : ) Happy day to everyone!