A Swim in the River
Authors note: I don't own the newsies. It is very sad, I know. I only own Meg. This is my first fan fic, so be gentle. But please read and review. If you do I'll give you a cookie! Enjoy.
They dragged her in kicking and screaming. It took three of his best fighters to handle her. For a fleet instant he thought that maybe it could be her. She definitely had the spunk and fought like her. But there was absolutely no way it could..or could it. He pushed his hopes aside and focused on the girl that was now lying at his feet. He didn't know what to expect from this girl, she had been running around his turf, his Brooklyn and she had been causing a lot of trouble. Two of his newsies were now wearing black eyes and one had what experience told him was a broken arm. Just that alone told him, that deserved respect. But his spies also told him that she had been run out of the Bronx, but only after she soaked the leader there. Who happened to be the second best fighter in New York, after himself. This made him a little nervous; he didn't know what this mystery girl was going to do. He just stared down at her and waited for the first move on her part. His fist clenched ready to swing back if she pounced. He didn't like to hit girls, but she didn't seem like an average girl. The minute seemed more like an hour with all his newsies waiting for something to happen. Then he thought he heard her crying. She was shaking from what he could see and she was making some sort of noise. But it was sort of muffled. Spot was relieved by this, this girl actually had feelings. But then he realized she was laughing! She was laying at who was considered the most powerful newsie in New York, and she was laughing!
"You're laughing?" she was now laughing so hard she could only nod. "Ya certainly have some gall goil, you know who I am?"
"No, and I don't care. I could soak ya or any of your goons."
"I highly doubt that. Do ya mind telling me why ya were laughing?"
"I don't know, there's nothing else to do but laugh. I tried so hard to run from it, from the memory. But now, I'm right back here, at this dock where I spent the happiest moments of my life. But that ended and I started to run. But now I'm here again. But instead of him, it's you. (Meg looks up and stops laughing) Ya almost remind me of him. An older version of him of course, you look just like him. His face..his eyes... (She walks closer to him and looks on Spots neck where there is a birthmark, which she recognizes. She then notices the key necklace around his neck)...you are him.Bobby?"
"Only one person has ever called me that and she's gone. What do you think gives you the right to call me that?" (With pure anger he pushes her off the pier into the water, as she is in mid air she calls out)
"ONLY FOR YOU! (Splash! And in between gasps of breaths, Meg desperately calls out to Spot).Bobby.help me..I still don't know how to swim."
With that Spot finally realizes who it is, and what he has done. Without any further thought he jumps into the water, just as she went under for the last time. The newsies watched in awe and confusion as their leader finally dragged this girl in and brought life back into her. The same girl who had beaten up his boys, and he had been yelling twenty seconds ago. They were clueless and were awaiting an explanation. But Spot kept walking right past them and into the LH, with her limp in his arms. They followed dumbly right up to the entrance of Spot's own private quarters. This puzzled the newsies even more. Spot treasured his own room more than anything, and soaked anyone who dared enter it without permission. But here he was, laying this girl on his bunk. He then turned to his newsies.
"This here is Meg, an old friend. We are not to be disturbed. She'll be fine after a couple hours rest. If anyone disturbs us, I will personally soak the living daylights out of dem. Oh and someone go get Jack for me."
With that Spot turned and closed his door. The newsies all turned and talked to themselves. While Swifty left for Manhattan, the newsies turned to topic of the look on Spot's face. Could that be the look of love? For THAT girl? And can Brooklyn even possible have those feeling for ANYONE?
Authors note: I don't own the newsies. It is very sad, I know. I only own Meg. This is my first fan fic, so be gentle. But please read and review. If you do I'll give you a cookie! Enjoy.
They dragged her in kicking and screaming. It took three of his best fighters to handle her. For a fleet instant he thought that maybe it could be her. She definitely had the spunk and fought like her. But there was absolutely no way it could..or could it. He pushed his hopes aside and focused on the girl that was now lying at his feet. He didn't know what to expect from this girl, she had been running around his turf, his Brooklyn and she had been causing a lot of trouble. Two of his newsies were now wearing black eyes and one had what experience told him was a broken arm. Just that alone told him, that deserved respect. But his spies also told him that she had been run out of the Bronx, but only after she soaked the leader there. Who happened to be the second best fighter in New York, after himself. This made him a little nervous; he didn't know what this mystery girl was going to do. He just stared down at her and waited for the first move on her part. His fist clenched ready to swing back if she pounced. He didn't like to hit girls, but she didn't seem like an average girl. The minute seemed more like an hour with all his newsies waiting for something to happen. Then he thought he heard her crying. She was shaking from what he could see and she was making some sort of noise. But it was sort of muffled. Spot was relieved by this, this girl actually had feelings. But then he realized she was laughing! She was laying at who was considered the most powerful newsie in New York, and she was laughing!
"You're laughing?" she was now laughing so hard she could only nod. "Ya certainly have some gall goil, you know who I am?"
"No, and I don't care. I could soak ya or any of your goons."
"I highly doubt that. Do ya mind telling me why ya were laughing?"
"I don't know, there's nothing else to do but laugh. I tried so hard to run from it, from the memory. But now, I'm right back here, at this dock where I spent the happiest moments of my life. But that ended and I started to run. But now I'm here again. But instead of him, it's you. (Meg looks up and stops laughing) Ya almost remind me of him. An older version of him of course, you look just like him. His face..his eyes... (She walks closer to him and looks on Spots neck where there is a birthmark, which she recognizes. She then notices the key necklace around his neck)...you are him.Bobby?"
"Only one person has ever called me that and she's gone. What do you think gives you the right to call me that?" (With pure anger he pushes her off the pier into the water, as she is in mid air she calls out)
"ONLY FOR YOU! (Splash! And in between gasps of breaths, Meg desperately calls out to Spot).Bobby.help me..I still don't know how to swim."
With that Spot finally realizes who it is, and what he has done. Without any further thought he jumps into the water, just as she went under for the last time. The newsies watched in awe and confusion as their leader finally dragged this girl in and brought life back into her. The same girl who had beaten up his boys, and he had been yelling twenty seconds ago. They were clueless and were awaiting an explanation. But Spot kept walking right past them and into the LH, with her limp in his arms. They followed dumbly right up to the entrance of Spot's own private quarters. This puzzled the newsies even more. Spot treasured his own room more than anything, and soaked anyone who dared enter it without permission. But here he was, laying this girl on his bunk. He then turned to his newsies.
"This here is Meg, an old friend. We are not to be disturbed. She'll be fine after a couple hours rest. If anyone disturbs us, I will personally soak the living daylights out of dem. Oh and someone go get Jack for me."
With that Spot turned and closed his door. The newsies all turned and talked to themselves. While Swifty left for Manhattan, the newsies turned to topic of the look on Spot's face. Could that be the look of love? For THAT girl? And can Brooklyn even possible have those feeling for ANYONE?
