Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of its characters, Disney does. I own Floaty and Katrina. Sheriff (the leader of Bronx) is owned by Lilyanatos AKA Alley.

(A/N: This is my last rewrite of "Tears From the Moon." I didn't like the two other versions.)

In the late summer of 1899 Spot Conlon and Floaty began to fall in love with one another. Other newsies saw it as puppy love, everyone knew the King of Brooklyn only chased after young women who were middle class with schooling; or girls who were tough and proved to be almost impossible to deal with. Never had they expected the tough newsboy to fall for a shy but strong messenger girl, Joseph Pulitzer's messenger at that. In the early spring of 1900 Spot proposed to Floaty, giving her a small heart shaped lavaliere watch with a message he etched into the back himself: For Floaty, the only love in my life. Love Forever, Spot Conlon.

The two married 4 months later. Then, in the midsummer of 1901 Floaty gave birth to a small baby girl the young couple named Katrina. The baby had her mother's dark brown eyes, her father's sandy light brown hair, her mother's nose, and her father's face. Both wanted to make a real life for their baby, Floaty founded a small reading and writing class in the Brooklyn Library, which was a short walk away from the Lodging House. It was held twice a week each week. Spot sold papers every day while on the side he delivered packages for the post office.

Every newsie in New York was shocked: Spot Conlon - the KING of the newsies - was working for a post office. Though it was shocking, they quickly accepted this change. No one dared to cross the tough newsie, except for Harlem from time to time.

However, it wasn't until the early fall of 1901 the Newsies' lives were changed forever:

"Hush a bye, don't you cry, go to sleep my pretty little baby. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little ponies, blacks and grays..." 19 year old Floaty sang softly to Katrina as she slowly and gently rocked her in her arms.

Katrina's wide brown eyes stared up at her, sometimes her tiny pink lips trembled, then after nearly two hours of singing the baby fell to sleep.

Floaty smiled as she placed the baby back into the crib and looked down at Katrina. She was so beautiful, and she reminded Floaty so much of Spot. Katrina, although she was only two months old, reminded her mother of her husband. The baby was stubborn when it came to sleeping; however she had a very healthy appetite; and when there was something she didn't like or she wanted she cried loudly. Floaty stifled a laugh, Spot was the same way, only he used words. When there was something he wanted or didn't like he was very loud about it.

"Aww, how sweet, mama's rockin' da baby ta sleep."

Floaty turned and glared at the intruder, Oscar Delancey came sauntering in Spot and her's room as if he belonged there. A cocky smirk on his face let her know he was up to no good - as usual - but the way his light brown eyes twinkled warned her there was going to be trouble...Bad trouble.

"You're not allowed in this lodging house, Oscar. Get out," Floaty demanded firmly as she stood her ground in front of Katrina's crib. No way in hell was she about to let the man near her child.

"Actin' tough as usual, I'se see. Youse weren't so tough dat time in dat alley way when youse uncle's men were chasin' after ya," Oscar gloated, "Morris and I'se helped ya, we'se did a favor..."

"And that debt has been long since repaid, Delancey," Floaty replied in annoyance, "I talked Mr. Pulitzer into hiring you both as apprentice reporters and I taught you how to read, write, and speak proper english."

"Oh, proper English!" He exclaimed as he put his hands over his chest.

Floaty squared her jaw, "I see you are not putting none of it to use."

"Well I'se will, I'se came here to take youse and Katrina wid me. Marry me, I'se gettin' a good salary and Pulitzer will give me a raise and make me a full reportah if I marry. Morris married his goil last month an' he's a full fledged reporter. Da moment I'se found out I'se needed ta marry, pretty lil' youse went into me mind. Youse proper, beautiful, and wid Katrina we'se can start a family together. How 'bout dat? I'se promise ta love dat baby as if she were me own, and when I'se move we'se will have electricity!"

"Katrina and myself aren't going anywhere with you, Oscar. I'm happily married to Spot, thank you. I appreciate the offer -"

"Offer? Offer?! Dis ain't no offer! Youse gonna be me wife!"

"I'm a married woman -"

"Wid only an old worn down watch ta show for it," Oscar replied, he grabbed Floaty's wrist, "Youse owe me, and I'se want youse ta marry me."

Floaty smacked him and pushed him away, "Get out! Get out now!" She shouted and winced, Katrina woke and began shrieking and crying.

"Shut dat girl up!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out now!" Floaty shouted before she threw one of Spot's old shoes at the youngest Delancey. He charged at her and sent his fist flying. She ducked and kicked his ankle and looked around for a weapon. Were the newsies home? What about the owner of the Lodging House? Only one way to know for certain.

"Help!" Floaty screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Shut up!" Oscar screamed as he shoved her so harshly she fell to the floor. Before Floaty could stand he lunged at her and grabbed her blouse.

"No, get off of me!" Floaty shouted, as she kneed him in the groin. The Delancey moaned in pain and curled on the floor.

Floaty used the moment of safety to grab hold of a newsie's slingshot. She looked around for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Fear made her move fast, her mind raced with thoughts, her heart pounded wildly. She never strayed too far from the crib, if the Delancey were to stand and try to grab Katrina she'd be close enough to stop him. After a minute of searching she found a few marbles. Oscar began to roll onto his other side, she kicked him in the stomach.

"Stay back, I'm warning you!"

He stared at the slingshot and his eyebrow raised, "Oh what will dat do, maybe make me jump?"

Floaty swallowed, "Oh, you'll be jumping all right," she replied as she aimed it as his crotch.

Oscar swallowed and glanced at the crib. Floaty followed his gaze and turned to look at Katrina. Her face was bright red, she was shrieking and small tears were falling from her shut eyes. She realized she had been tricked when Oscar grabbed hold of her and smacked her forehead fiercely into one of the wooden posts that held up a bunk bed. She screamed in pain, he didn't stop his attack.

He turned her around and back handed her, when she tried to raise her arms he easily held her wrists in one hand long enough to press her against a wall. She screamed and cried, he slapped her and undid his belt.

"This coulda been easy, all youse had to do was say yes," he growled. Being so close to him, Floaty realized he was drunk. That was the reason why he was going after her!

Floaty and every other person (including Morris) all knew Morris hated Floaty and did his best to stay far from her. Obviously the alcohol was giving him the drunken courage to do what he wanted to do most.

"Please...Stop," she exclaimed, her voice shaking.

He grunted and pulled his belt off his pants then coiled the belt around each of her wrists and tied it tightly. Floaty screamed again, he yelled at her to shut up once again before he grabbed a sock off a bed and tied it around her head. He backed a few steps away to admire his handy work, terrifying smile went over his face.

Floaty spat out the disgusting gag and ran off, she tried to hide under a bed, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the open. She balled her fists and sent them both flying onto his foot which caused him to howl out in pain. She crawled far enough away and managed to wiggle her wrists and hands out of the belt. Her wrists were chafed and rubbed raw. A moment later something hard hit her on the back of head. Small and large stars all the colors of the rainbow floated in front of her eyes for a moment began she began to sink into an inky blackness. Her last thoughts were of protecting Katrina and praying her husband would soon return....

Oscar stared down at Floaty, "Get up!" He growled as he kicked her on the side, "Get up, now, Floaty!"

When she continued to lie still he knew something was wrong, though his drunken and hazed mind didn't seem to register the fact the problem was severe. He continued to yell at her, the brat in the crib continued to scream and cry. Then he saw a deep pool of red blood forming around the back of her head. He hadn't noticed it before because of her bright and curly red hair.

"Shit," he cursed before seeing her chest rise and fall a few times. The lodging house's front door opened and shut. He had to finish what he started and quickly. He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and quickly stabbed it through her chest. He threw it outside the open window and climbed out onto the fire escape. He glanced back inside, Floaty's sprawled body lied on the floor, her lifeless brown eyes staring at the ceiling. Spot's cane lied right above her head, its silver tip coated with her blood. He smirked, good everyone would think it was Conlon and no one would suspect him.

He climbed quickly down the fire escape and ran, he caught a flash of Sport - Spot's second in command - but he didn't care if the kid saw him or not. No one would believe him! No one!

He was half a block away from the lodging house when he heard Spot's blood curdling scream echoing throughout the small alleyway and sent shivers up and down his spine.

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Newsies from every lodging house in New York attended Floaty's funeral. The funeral was in the lodging house's back yard.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the priest finished as he slowly and gracefully shut his bible. Sport watched him walk over to Spot and place his hand onto his shoulder.

"It will be alright son, she's in Heaven now, safe and sound."

"Thanks, Fadda," Spot replied and went back to staring at the crude pine box in front of him. The newsies had put their money together quickly for the quickly and clumsily made coffin and everyone knew Spot's wife deserved better.

"We'se gonna find who did dis ta heh Spot, and we'se will kill dem," Jack 'Cowboy' Kelly assured Spot.

"T'anks, Jacky-boy, youse can soak him, but killin' him is me job," Spot replied. The whites of his eyes were filled with small red lines from exhaustion, sadness, anger, and lack of sleep. He looked down at his cane.

"Help me bury dis, awll of youse," Spot exclaimed to Sport, Jack, Blink, Race, and Sheriff (the leader of the Bronx newsies). The small group consisted of Floaty's closest friends throughout her lifetime.

Sport grabbed a shovel and with the others help they dug a 3 foot grave for the cane. Spot placed it into wooden crate and threw it into the hole. They then covered the hole and watched as Floaty's coffin was carefully lowered into its grave. Spot turned, and for the first time the newsies saw the Brooklyn leader cry.

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3 months later the police had surrounded a small alleyway and were removing two bodies: One of a young blonde man in a black bowler hat; the other of a young man they recognized as the newsie king. The newsie had been stabbed to death, where as the man in the bowler cap had been shot.

Sport became the leader of the Brooklyn Lodging House and everything in the newsie world changed. The next strike was lost, and soon newsies were replaced by newspaper stands. Sport served in World War 1 and soon died from Pneumonia when he returned.

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Sport stared at the dimly lit room he stood in, it seemed familiar. Turning around and observing it he recognized the bunks in Spot and Floaty's room, and the empty crib in the corner of the room.

"Well, well, I'se got company," sneered a new voice.

Sport's ghost turned and stood face to face with Oscar Delancey's ghost. The two stared at each other for the longest time before Katrina Conlon entered the lodging house with her husband and left two roses in the room.

"Deys do dat every year," Oscar replied, "Dat's da last time, deys movin' ta New Jersey. Deys sold da lodgin' house ta some tight wad."

"You killed Floaty."

"Yeah," Oscar smirked, "I did, and I'se got away wid it too."

"You also killed Spot, I won't rest until everyone finds out that you murdered them."

"No one will care, time moves on kid, and guess what. We'se stuck in dis hell hole together!"

Sport sneered at him and made it his mission to find someone who would listen and set history straight.