You Don't Have To Say You Love Me
By Voodoo
Chapter 1: Starting Out On A Journey
A/N: This is my very first fic just for Newsies! Yayee! I had an inspiration today and decided to write the fic for my latest character. So, yeah, this is Yesterday's story! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. This story is all straight out of my head, but it was built upon the story line and characters out of that movie. In short, don't sue me, cause I never said nothin!
April 12, 1887
2 figures stood in the dimly lit room, silhouetted against the flickering fireplace. They were discussing something softly, and a young child laying in bed in the room above strained his ears to catch their conversation. The man paced along the wooden floor, hands in pockets, his eyes lit excitedly.
"Just think about it, Agnes! All the endless possibilities of the West!!" the man exclaimed, forgetting the boy above. The woman put a finger to her lips to quiet him, and he waved his hand as if to excuse it.
"But honestly, darling, think of it! Not only would it be an adventure, but we'd be creating a better life for ourselves!" He cried, and looking at his wife he continued "And the baby."
Agnes put her hand to her stomach, where a small bulge was forming, and she smiled faintly.
"If you think it's best, James, I'll go wherever you go." She told him, and he grinned and wrapped her in a huge hug, swinging her around him, ending in a soft kiss. They pulled apart and he smiled.
"You won't be sorry, I promise you!!" he said, and she nodded, smiling as well. Upstairs, the young boy rolled over and fell asleep.
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May 31st, 1887
James and Agnes sat on the seat of a covered wagon, the little boy sitting between them, smiling happily. They bounced along the dusty road, and the boy waved goodbye to his home of 5 years and then never looked back. None of them looked back, and they continued down the road.
The hours crawled by, and eventually the boy grew bored. "Are we dere yet?" he asked, tugging on his mother's sleeve. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Not yet, dear. Why don't you take a nap, and maybe when you wake up we'll be there?" Agnes suggested, and the boy nodded obediently and leaned on her arm and closed his eyes. Agnes looked up and James and smiled.
"Poor thing. He'll get worse the farther ahead we get!" She laughed quietly, and James laughed along with her, grinning down at his son.
"Oh, he'll have lots of fun once we're on the trail! Think of all the things there'll be for him to look at and explore? This is the chance of a lifetime!" James said, his eyes gleaming adventurously. Agnes shook her head and laughed.
"I certainly hope he has half as much fun as you!" She teased, and he grinned at her. His grin faded as he noticed her look out to the distance and she stopped smiling.
"How long did you say this trip would take?" She asked. James watched her eyes scanning the distant horizon, looking for the town.
"Well, the actual trip along the trail will take us about 6 months. But we should reach Independence by nightfall, and then we'll set out in a caravan tomorrow!" He explained, and she nodded. He put a hand on her arm and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Agnes turned to him and nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes. If you think this is best for us, then I trust you."
James nodded, and took of his hat, running a hand through his dusty blonde hair and squinting into the setting sun. "We'll be there soon..."
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June 1, 1887
The day dawned bright and Agnes awoke early. She smiled at the little boy asleep next to her on the flat bed of their wagon, and kissed his dirty blonde hair. She got up to find that James wasn't there. She dressed quickly and climbed out of the wagon, looking around where they were camped. There were other wagons there, on the edge of the Missouri river, at the edge of Independence, camped waiting for the adventure to begin. Agnes tucked a flyaway piece of her coppery red hair behind her ear and headed back into the wagon. The boy was stirring, and yawned sleepily.
"'morning, mama" He yawned, rubbing his eyes and trying to sit up. Agnes laughed and hugged him.
"'Mornin, yourself!" She teased, and he grinned up at her. "So, are you hungry?"
He shook his head. "Naw! Well..... maybe a liddle bit!" he grinned again, revealing a few wholes from lost teeth. Agnes just laughed once more and shook her head.
"Well, have you made up your mind? Are you hungry or aren't you?" She asked, pretending to be stern, but her eyes were smiling.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm starving!" came a voice from behind them, and they both turned around to see James standing there, grinning at them.
"DADDY!" the boy cried, running up to him and throwing his arms around his neck, engulfing him in a hug. James laughed.
"Good mornin, kiddo!" James greeted him, squeezing him and laughing. He then climbed into the back of the wagon and smiled at Agnes.
"So, dear, what's for breakfast? I'm famished!" He asked, his stomach growling as evidence. Agnes laughed and replied, "I'm not sure. Do pancakes sound good to you?"
"YEAH!" the little boy piped up, and his parents both laughed. He just grinned.
"Alright, pancakes it is!" James said, grinning. "I'll go start a fire in the stove for you!" and he disappeared. Agnes hadn't even noticed that he had taken the little dutch oven out of the wagon and had it all set up out front for her. She took out all the ingredients needed for a small batch of pancakes and began mixing the batter inside the wagon. The boy sat watching her, grinning his almost toothless grin.
"Is it almost ready yet, Mama?" he asked, and Agnes nodded.
"The batter is all ready, all we need to do is cook it. You get dressed and then you can come and join me outside!" she told him, and disappeared out of the wagon to continue with breakfast.
In only a moment the boy was out of the wagon, dressed and ready to eat. Agnes laughed. "Are you ready?" she asked, and he nodded vigorously. She handed him a fresh pancake, which he downed quickly. She shook her head and handed him another one, while fixing more for her and James.
James sat on the seat of the wagon, and took his plate from Agnes and ate readily. Agnes ate and cleaned up, then turned to James.
"When are we leaving?" she asked.
"Shortly." He answered, pointing to the occupants of the other wagons, who were packing up the last of their camp and preparing to embark. James then set to packing the little Dutch oven and getting everybody situated. Once everything was put away and they were all seated at the front of the wagon, the little huddle of wagons began to move, headed across the Missouri River and on towards the infinite rolling plains ahead.
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August 31, 1887
Agnes awoke in the dark of night feeling sick to her stomach. She managed to crawl to the edge of the tent they now camped in and outside before she vomited. She sighed and wiped her mouth with the edge of a ragged old apron and wondered if they had enough water to spare for her to wash this away. She decided against it and so weakly covered the area with dirt.
"I wonder why I'm getting sick now..." she thought to herself, dragging herself back inside the tent. "I've been pregnant for more than 6 months! I should be over this." She shook her head and tried to go back to sleep.
Later on, just after sunrise, the rest of the camp was beginning to stir. Agnes felt a bit better, not nauseous like earlier, and so she got up and dressed, deciding not to say anything to James. "No sense in making a mountain out of a molehill." She told herself, and settled herself to making breakfast.
After they had eaten and were packing up to go a child nearby started to vomit. Agnes, after turning sharply to make sure that her child was next to her and alright, she looked around and saw the 6 year old child of the family in the wagon in front of them falling to the ground on his knees, clutching his stomach. His parents picked him up and told his sister to cover the spot with dirt and the train proceeded.
"Mama, I'm thirsty." The child whined later on along the road that day. Agnes' own throat was parched, but she smiled at him and told him,
"I'm sorry dear, but we don't have enough water for everybody right now. Can you wait for a little while longer until we find someplace to stop?"
The boy bowed his head and sighed. "I s'pose so...." and he jumped down off the wagon to walk with the little boy from the wagon ahead.
"Are you feelin better?" The boy asked. The other child, Tom, shrugged.
"Yeah, I s'pose... I'se REALLY thirsty, though." Tom answered. The child nodded in reply.
"Me too! My mama is thirsty, too, but she says we don't got 'nuff water for everybody... so we gotta wait 'til we stop." And he sighed again.
"Oh well," Tom told him, "Hey look! A snake!" and he scurried off through the grass after the little green serpent, the other boy at his heels.
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THE END OF CHAPTER 1
Sorry, I know that was short, but I know what happens next, and I don't want it to happen in this chapter, I wanna wait until the next chapter! Yes, I know Agnes and James' child doesn't have a name, and he's actually the main character, although it seems as though it is Agnes, doesn't it? :) Oh well, I think I may actually write Chapter 2 today, as well. Hm... I dunno. Anyways, PLEASE read and review!! I'd love you forever if you did! Thanks guys! Until next time,
~*Voodoo*~
By Voodoo
Chapter 1: Starting Out On A Journey
A/N: This is my very first fic just for Newsies! Yayee! I had an inspiration today and decided to write the fic for my latest character. So, yeah, this is Yesterday's story! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. This story is all straight out of my head, but it was built upon the story line and characters out of that movie. In short, don't sue me, cause I never said nothin!
April 12, 1887
2 figures stood in the dimly lit room, silhouetted against the flickering fireplace. They were discussing something softly, and a young child laying in bed in the room above strained his ears to catch their conversation. The man paced along the wooden floor, hands in pockets, his eyes lit excitedly.
"Just think about it, Agnes! All the endless possibilities of the West!!" the man exclaimed, forgetting the boy above. The woman put a finger to her lips to quiet him, and he waved his hand as if to excuse it.
"But honestly, darling, think of it! Not only would it be an adventure, but we'd be creating a better life for ourselves!" He cried, and looking at his wife he continued "And the baby."
Agnes put her hand to her stomach, where a small bulge was forming, and she smiled faintly.
"If you think it's best, James, I'll go wherever you go." She told him, and he grinned and wrapped her in a huge hug, swinging her around him, ending in a soft kiss. They pulled apart and he smiled.
"You won't be sorry, I promise you!!" he said, and she nodded, smiling as well. Upstairs, the young boy rolled over and fell asleep.
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May 31st, 1887
James and Agnes sat on the seat of a covered wagon, the little boy sitting between them, smiling happily. They bounced along the dusty road, and the boy waved goodbye to his home of 5 years and then never looked back. None of them looked back, and they continued down the road.
The hours crawled by, and eventually the boy grew bored. "Are we dere yet?" he asked, tugging on his mother's sleeve. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Not yet, dear. Why don't you take a nap, and maybe when you wake up we'll be there?" Agnes suggested, and the boy nodded obediently and leaned on her arm and closed his eyes. Agnes looked up and James and smiled.
"Poor thing. He'll get worse the farther ahead we get!" She laughed quietly, and James laughed along with her, grinning down at his son.
"Oh, he'll have lots of fun once we're on the trail! Think of all the things there'll be for him to look at and explore? This is the chance of a lifetime!" James said, his eyes gleaming adventurously. Agnes shook her head and laughed.
"I certainly hope he has half as much fun as you!" She teased, and he grinned at her. His grin faded as he noticed her look out to the distance and she stopped smiling.
"How long did you say this trip would take?" She asked. James watched her eyes scanning the distant horizon, looking for the town.
"Well, the actual trip along the trail will take us about 6 months. But we should reach Independence by nightfall, and then we'll set out in a caravan tomorrow!" He explained, and she nodded. He put a hand on her arm and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Agnes turned to him and nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes. If you think this is best for us, then I trust you."
James nodded, and took of his hat, running a hand through his dusty blonde hair and squinting into the setting sun. "We'll be there soon..."
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June 1, 1887
The day dawned bright and Agnes awoke early. She smiled at the little boy asleep next to her on the flat bed of their wagon, and kissed his dirty blonde hair. She got up to find that James wasn't there. She dressed quickly and climbed out of the wagon, looking around where they were camped. There were other wagons there, on the edge of the Missouri river, at the edge of Independence, camped waiting for the adventure to begin. Agnes tucked a flyaway piece of her coppery red hair behind her ear and headed back into the wagon. The boy was stirring, and yawned sleepily.
"'morning, mama" He yawned, rubbing his eyes and trying to sit up. Agnes laughed and hugged him.
"'Mornin, yourself!" She teased, and he grinned up at her. "So, are you hungry?"
He shook his head. "Naw! Well..... maybe a liddle bit!" he grinned again, revealing a few wholes from lost teeth. Agnes just laughed once more and shook her head.
"Well, have you made up your mind? Are you hungry or aren't you?" She asked, pretending to be stern, but her eyes were smiling.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm starving!" came a voice from behind them, and they both turned around to see James standing there, grinning at them.
"DADDY!" the boy cried, running up to him and throwing his arms around his neck, engulfing him in a hug. James laughed.
"Good mornin, kiddo!" James greeted him, squeezing him and laughing. He then climbed into the back of the wagon and smiled at Agnes.
"So, dear, what's for breakfast? I'm famished!" He asked, his stomach growling as evidence. Agnes laughed and replied, "I'm not sure. Do pancakes sound good to you?"
"YEAH!" the little boy piped up, and his parents both laughed. He just grinned.
"Alright, pancakes it is!" James said, grinning. "I'll go start a fire in the stove for you!" and he disappeared. Agnes hadn't even noticed that he had taken the little dutch oven out of the wagon and had it all set up out front for her. She took out all the ingredients needed for a small batch of pancakes and began mixing the batter inside the wagon. The boy sat watching her, grinning his almost toothless grin.
"Is it almost ready yet, Mama?" he asked, and Agnes nodded.
"The batter is all ready, all we need to do is cook it. You get dressed and then you can come and join me outside!" she told him, and disappeared out of the wagon to continue with breakfast.
In only a moment the boy was out of the wagon, dressed and ready to eat. Agnes laughed. "Are you ready?" she asked, and he nodded vigorously. She handed him a fresh pancake, which he downed quickly. She shook her head and handed him another one, while fixing more for her and James.
James sat on the seat of the wagon, and took his plate from Agnes and ate readily. Agnes ate and cleaned up, then turned to James.
"When are we leaving?" she asked.
"Shortly." He answered, pointing to the occupants of the other wagons, who were packing up the last of their camp and preparing to embark. James then set to packing the little Dutch oven and getting everybody situated. Once everything was put away and they were all seated at the front of the wagon, the little huddle of wagons began to move, headed across the Missouri River and on towards the infinite rolling plains ahead.
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August 31, 1887
Agnes awoke in the dark of night feeling sick to her stomach. She managed to crawl to the edge of the tent they now camped in and outside before she vomited. She sighed and wiped her mouth with the edge of a ragged old apron and wondered if they had enough water to spare for her to wash this away. She decided against it and so weakly covered the area with dirt.
"I wonder why I'm getting sick now..." she thought to herself, dragging herself back inside the tent. "I've been pregnant for more than 6 months! I should be over this." She shook her head and tried to go back to sleep.
Later on, just after sunrise, the rest of the camp was beginning to stir. Agnes felt a bit better, not nauseous like earlier, and so she got up and dressed, deciding not to say anything to James. "No sense in making a mountain out of a molehill." She told herself, and settled herself to making breakfast.
After they had eaten and were packing up to go a child nearby started to vomit. Agnes, after turning sharply to make sure that her child was next to her and alright, she looked around and saw the 6 year old child of the family in the wagon in front of them falling to the ground on his knees, clutching his stomach. His parents picked him up and told his sister to cover the spot with dirt and the train proceeded.
"Mama, I'm thirsty." The child whined later on along the road that day. Agnes' own throat was parched, but she smiled at him and told him,
"I'm sorry dear, but we don't have enough water for everybody right now. Can you wait for a little while longer until we find someplace to stop?"
The boy bowed his head and sighed. "I s'pose so...." and he jumped down off the wagon to walk with the little boy from the wagon ahead.
"Are you feelin better?" The boy asked. The other child, Tom, shrugged.
"Yeah, I s'pose... I'se REALLY thirsty, though." Tom answered. The child nodded in reply.
"Me too! My mama is thirsty, too, but she says we don't got 'nuff water for everybody... so we gotta wait 'til we stop." And he sighed again.
"Oh well," Tom told him, "Hey look! A snake!" and he scurried off through the grass after the little green serpent, the other boy at his heels.
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THE END OF CHAPTER 1
Sorry, I know that was short, but I know what happens next, and I don't want it to happen in this chapter, I wanna wait until the next chapter! Yes, I know Agnes and James' child doesn't have a name, and he's actually the main character, although it seems as though it is Agnes, doesn't it? :) Oh well, I think I may actually write Chapter 2 today, as well. Hm... I dunno. Anyways, PLEASE read and review!! I'd love you forever if you did! Thanks guys! Until next time,
~*Voodoo*~