Well, this is my first fanfic. I love newsies, and wanted to write a Kid Blink x OC fic…. He's a cutie. I hope you all enjoy, and please leave a review/comment I own nothing in the newsies world, except my OC Sticks.
STICKS' POV
Sticks could hear the scuffle before she came upon it, the sound of fists meeting flesh was a familiar sound in the alleyways of Brooklyn. She stopped, if her brother discovered that she had snuck out of the boarding house again there'd be hell to pay, but she couldn't just leave without at least checking out the fight. She peered around the corner and fire flooded her veins… the Delanceys had a newsie pinned against a wall, blood trailed along his face from a gash above his eye. Sticks noticed that he wore a patch over the other one and it dawned on her that this must be Kid Blink, a manhattan newsie who frequented the poker table with her brother. She'd caught glimpses of him when she stole a peek at the games table tonight, while supposedly banished to her room, and thought he was cute. She made her decision and stepped out from the shadows, drawing her 2 clubs out of their hiding places, and made her presence known….
"Now this ain't fair… jumpin' a guy on his way home from a poker game, 'specially when youse ain't welcome in Brooklyn" she said. The Delanceys looked up in surprise as she made her way towards them, they had probably thought they were safe this close to the bridge. Dressed in her newsie clothes , they wouldn't see a girl; just another street rat. " I'se suggestin' you twos let him go and run home before I'se gets angry." She spat through clenched teeth.
"Well looky here Morris… another street rat for us ta soak" drawled Oscar Delancy. Morris opened his mouth to say something, but shut it when he noticed the clubs in her hands. " Oscar that ain't just no other street rat… that's the one called Sticks!" he stammered to his brother. "Heard of me have youse? Then youse know its wise like to do as I say and beat it! Before I'se decide to play too." She took a step forward, ready to do some damage, but the Delancys were already running past her towards Manhattan. "This ain't over street rat" one shouted over his shoulder.
Sticks shook her head as she bent to help Blink to his feet. "Come on Kid, I guess youse spendin' the night in Brooklyn" she grumbled, well aware of the consequences. But, for some reason, helping him seemed worth it… her brother be damned. Blink shook his head and looked up at her… "Youse got pretty eyes for a boy…" he slurred. It was then that she realized he was still a bit tipsy from the game earlier. Sticks chuckled as they continued on to the boarding house… this might be interesting after all, she thought.
BLINK'S POV
Where the hell had that come from? It wasn't something you said to another guy, he must be drunker than he thought. Damn Spot and his whiskey! Blink tried to steady himself, whoever this newsie was…. the Delancys called him Sticks, why did that name sound so familiar? Then it hit him…. Spots little brother! He got his name cause he was lethal with any type of stick out there, especially the 2 clubs he'd been carrying in the alley, sent quite a few scabs to the hospital with those he did.
The throbbing near his eye brought his thoughts back to the present situation, and the newsie helping him along. "So, Sticks… youse Spots little brudda right?" he asked, hoping to kill the silence. "Yep" was the only response he got in return. "Big brudda know youse out this late?" was his next attempt at conversation. "Nope", once again a simple answer. "Well, here we is… gotta find youse a free bunk I guess" Sticks said, pushing him up the stairs to the bunk room. Just as they cleared the top step a door flew open, almost knocking them both back down the stairs!
"What in the fires of hell did youse think youse was doin' Sticks? Runnin' out at night when youse knows I forbids it?" A very angry Spot Conlon stood in the doorway glaring at them, His steel blue eyes cold and his cane at his side. He took a menacing step forward and Blink noticed that Sticks didn't even flinch. "Jus let me get him into a bunk, the delancys were havin' a go at 'im… and he needs to sleeps off the drink" Sticks said as he pushed him down onto a bunk, he could already feel sleep threaten to overtake him, and he barely heard Spot continuing his tirade… but picked up on one final line "Youse know it ain't safe for goils in Brooklyn…" And then he was lost to the darkness.