A/N: You guys should go check out the Newsies Pape Selling Competition!
To be honest, this story is confusing me as much as it'll probably confuse you. Let's just roll with it. Oh, and in case you weren't sure, Jack is the musical Jack and Cowboy is the movie Jack. Figured it's easier saying "Cowboy did this and Jack did that" than "Jack with the blonde hair did this while Jack with the brown hair did that" or something like that.
Fact: I had this partially written already but it took the same amount of time to finish this as it did for me to listen to my entire Newsies Spotify playlist with the songs from the movie and the musical. Is that sad?
Ooh, guess what? Stephanie Styles liked one of the pictures on the competition's Instagram! How awesome is that?
Crutchie: Thank you for your review! I'm trying to get their different little nuances in speech and their different personalities down since they really are very different. I hope I'm doing them justice!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies but I do own my ticket from when I saw it on tour in LA last month.
Warning: Slight hinting at a homosexual relationship. (You really have to look for it to see it, I think) I have no problem with it but maybe some of you would...? I don't know. Also, one swear word. Maybe. I don't know. It's a swear word to me but maybe not to you so... Jack said it in the movie so it should be fine.
Jack and Cowboy looked at each other then back at Shea with more than confused looks on their faces. After somewhat recovering from his initial shock, Jack decided to take the next question while his counterpart tried to get the gears working in his head again.
"What do ya mean by 2015? What happened ta 1899?" he asked.
"Oh, just a little science experiment of mine," Shea said nonchalantly. "Speaking of which…"
She turned to face the judges who were looking between Shea, the machine, and the two Jacks with wide eyes.
"What do you guys think? Pretty awesome, huh?" she chirped cheerfully. The judges slowly nodded and wrote on the forms attached to their clipboards before turning and walking off, expressions of complete and utter shock and disbelief written all over their faces. Shea turned around and looked over to Cowboy. The poor newsboy was looking at his hands then around the dream.
"This ain't real. Ise is dreamin'," he was saying to himself in his somewhat cartoony New York accent. Strangely enough, Jack seemed to have already come to grips with the situation although he still looked slightly confused. However, the look on his face suddenly switched from confusion to worry.
"Hey, how long is we gonna be here? Da boys can't be alone fo' too long! What if da Delanceys do somethin' ta dem? I needs ta go back!" Jack said, starting to pace back and forth.
"Relax, Jack," Shea said, waving her hand at him before heading over to the machine. "I'll have you guys back in your respective universes in a few minutes. Just let me make a few adjustments."
While Shea started tinkering with the machine, Jack took the time to take in the giant room around him. It looked like they were standing on a stage that was full of tables, odd objects, and people. He was finding it hard to believe that was what the future looked like. He shook his head. He couldn't wait to get back to his own time with Katherine and the boys.
Cowboy, on the other hand, was finally starting to take notice of the things around him instead of just staring stupidly at his hands. He liked the way the future looked although he was a fan of the clothes that everyone was wearing. Well, almost all the clothes. A couple of girls in shorts walked by him and he offered them a flirty smile. He could get used to this. Jack saw this and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Romeo. Don't get'cha hopes up. We's gonna be back in our times soon. And besides, you's got Katherine," Jack said, smacking Cowboy's shoulder.
"'Ey, I'm just looking and- wait, who's Katrine?" Cowboy said.
"Kathrine is da name of ya goil back home! Y'know, da one who wrote up da article about da strike," Jack said matter of factly. "Don't act like youse don't know."
"Ise has no idea wat youse is talkin' bout," Cowboy said indignantly. "Goils don't write in da papes. Denton wrote da article 'bout da strike."
"Denton? So den youse is…" Jack trailed off awkwardly.
"Ise is…?" Cowboy asked before making the connection in his head. "No, I ain't!"
"Hey, it's nothin' ta be ashamed of," Jack said.
"No, Ise is serious! Ise gots a goil back 'ome, ya dumbass!" Cowboy nearly shouted. "She just ain't called Katrine."
"Okay, den what's she called?" Jack asked, laughing lightly.
"If ya must know, my goil's called Sarah," Cowboy said, crossing his arms and glaring at Jack.
"Okay, so youse has a goil called Sarah," Jack said, holding his hands up in surrender. "So how'd ya meet her?"
"She's Mouth's sistah."
"Mouth? Who's- oh, wait! Mouth's Davey, huh?" Jack said. When Cowboy nodded, Jack started laughing.
"Youse - actually - calls Davey - dat?" Jack said in between laughs.
"Yeah, what's it ta ya?" Cowboy asked, trying to figure out what was so funny.
"Nothin'! It's just, sometimes we calls Davey dat but only when he's not listenin' but youse actually calls him dat!" Jack said, his laughter dying down. "One time Davey heard us call him dat and he made sure ta live up ta da name! He wouldn't let us hear da end of it!"
"Ha! Well, our Davey don't seem ta mind all dat much," Cowboy said.
"Huh, I guess we's more different dan we thought," Jack said.
"Ise guess so," Cowboy said, shrugging.
A comfortable silence fell between the two and they watched everything going on around them for a few minutes. Finally, Shea walked over to them.
"Hey, guys!" she said brightly. "Are you ready to go back home?"
"Yes!" Jack said.
"I dunno," Cowboy said, glancing over at the girls in shorts again before Jack smacked him on the shoulder once more.
"Okay, okay! Ise is ready to go back!" Cowboy said, rubbing his slightly stinging shoulder.
"Great! Let's get you guys home!" Shea said, walking over to the machine. "Alright, so just stand still. This should only take a few seconds."
The boys nodded and stood still, waiting. Shea watched the screen on the machine but suddenly looked worried.
"Oh crap! It's malfunctioning!" she exclaimed, looking at the boys apologetically before trying to fix something on the machine. It was no use, however, as the blinding white light flooded their vision and soon they were spinning again before being deposited onto solid ground.
Jack slowly opened his eyes as he felt warm sunshine on his face. He looked up to see his boys up ahead, looking for something.
"Hey, boys! Over here!" Jack called to them. The boys turned around, relief clear on their faces as they ran over to him.
"Jack, where'd ya go?"
"Wese was so worried!"
"We couldn't find youse anywhere!"
"Don't do dat again!"
Jack chuckled at the worried shouts of the boys and reassured them that he was fine.
"Hey, Jack?" Romeo called from the side of the group, confusion lacing his voice.
"Yeah, Rome?" Jack asked.
"Uh...Who's da new guy?" Romeo asked, motioning to someone who was standing by the building they were next to. Jack walked over and was greeted by the sight of a blonde newsboy with a red bandana looking around confusedly.
"What is ya doin' here, Cowboy?" Jack asked, more confused than ever.
"Ise has no idea," Cowboy said, looking at Jack then waving at the newsboys who were crowding around him.
"Uh...hi. Ise is Jack but youse can call me Cowboy," Cowboy said, looking at the boys, if he could even call them that. They looked a little too old to be newsboys.
"Hey, that's funny! His name is Jack too!" Les said, pointing at Jack.
"And Ise is guessin' dat youse is Les," Cowboy said, smiling down at the kid.
"Yup! I'm- wait, how'd you know that?" Les asked, looking at Cowboy oddly.
"Well, it just so happens dat uh, well…." Jack started.
"Wese is kinda da same person," Cowboy finished.
The boys all looked between Cowboy and Jack before Race spoke up.
"How does dat woik?" he asked.
Cowboy and Jack just shrugged before Cowboy smiled at the boys.
"Da name's Jack Kelly. Nice ta meet ya!"
The boys looked at him like they'd just seen a ghost.
A/N: Dialogue. Dialogue. Dialogue. Actio- nope, dialogue.
That's how my stories seem to go.
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