Title: The Life of Kelly
Chapter: A Chanced Meeting
Ships: Race/Courtney and Spot/Jane.
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, the Strike, or anything dealing with the movie. That's all Disney. But I do own Courtney and Jane, as well as their Newsie names.
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago, but now I'm rewriting since it never made it to FF, and I also lost the original copy. So, R&R! Let me know what you think!

Spot Conlon was on his way to the Manhattan Lodging House, swinging his cane and whistling softly when she ran by. He had to do all in his might to try to catch up with her.

Damn, for a goil she sure does run fast.

He finally caught up with her as she turned down an alleyway near the Distribution Office. He entered the alley to find her back towards him, hunched over, and panting for breath. She jumped up when she heard him creeping towards her.

"Scuse me, Miss. I, uh… saw ya runnin' and I wanted ta make sure ya was ok. Are ya ok?"

She turned around to face him, and he could finally see her face. He gasped when he saw how deep her green eyes were, and how they matched her jet black hair perfectly. She was like a goddess, and he felt so lucky to be the one to find her. They stood there lost in the other's eyes for what seemed like centuries before they heard a small cough coming from one of the trash cans in the back of the alley. The mysterious girl raced down the alley, with Spot right on her tail. When they got to the cans, they realized it was a girl with brown hair. She looked like she had been beaten, and been in the can for days. The girl next to Spot gasped and a hand flew to her lips before he pulled the other from inside the can.

"Wese gotta get 'er ta safety. Will ya 'elp me?"

The girl nodded softly, and put her arm around the side that Spot wasn't supporting.

"So, where ya 'eadin?"

"The Newsies Lodging House."

He studied her for a few moments. He was sure he hadn't seen her before, but, at the same something about her did seem somewhat familiar. The unconscious girl in their arms on the other hand, he couldn't tell a thing about. Her hair was tangled into knots over her face, but Spot could tell that the two girls knew the other.

After a few minutes of dragging silence, they finally reached the front of the lodging house. Spot noticed that the dark haired girl was growing weaker from carrying the other and was in need of help getting up the steps herself.

Great, 'owsIse suppose ta get both desegoils up da steps?

As if on cue, Racetrack came 'round the corner towards the House.

"Heya Spot, 'ows it rollin'?"

Spot sent him a pleading look as he was trying to find a way to support both girls. Race took the cue, wrapped his arms carefully around the very skinny and bruised brunette, and the two of them supported the girls up the steps.

Once inside, they saw Jack, Mush, Blink, David, Les, and the other newsies sitting around playing cards. When the lot realized that Spot and Race arrived supporting girls, the whole room went deathly silent. Jack was the first one to speak.

"What's dis bois? Who are da goils?"

The girl with the black hair looked up at the sound of his voice.

"Jackie?"

A/N: So sue me, I like to write short Chapters. You'll get to know the identity of the two girls in the next chapter, and what they want to do with the lodging house. Don't forget, R&R! If you don't, I might not continue updating!