Just so you know, I love yall. Special shout outs go to methegirl, kati, and cybale. Methegirl your telling me to update always help me out, kati, your review actually made me want to write. Thanks for not calling Doll a ditz and all =] made my day. That, and she does have drinking problems ;) more on that later. Cybale, your always there reviewing my stories, so special thanks to you too!

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or Bear.

Walking into the room, Doll was surprised by how different it was from the other rooms. It was... nice looking. Organized. Sure, there were a few things lying around on the floor, but it still was a hell lot cleaner than the other rooms. Honestly? The girls were a whole lot messier than the guys. Probably because there weren't a lot of girls in Brooklyn. Looking around, she spotted a bottle of beer on the window sill, unfinished. She walked nonchalantly over to it and grabbed it, about to take a drink when a hand covered the top, keeping the amber liquid from coming out.

"No Doll."

"Yes Spot."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"It's one simple beer."

"You'se not drinking."

"It's here, isn't it? What you gonna leave a beer unfinished?"

"WILL BOTH OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF!?" came the angry voice of Ares, and Spot moved his hand, going back to their captor. Doll took the beer and drank a nice long swig, Ares shook his head at her, "Alcoholic at thirteen. Shame."

"I'm fourteen."

"You look like your twelve."

"You look like a jackass."

"You sound like you need a beer."

"SHE IS NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE THE BEER!" Spot yelled, grabbing the bottle and putting it outside, shutting the window. Their prisoner looked highly amused, and motioned at Doll to look at her chest, to which she remembered the hole and went to the door, only to have Spot block her with the cane. "Not so fast Dollface, where you'se goin'? I need ya here."

"togetanewshirt."

"What?"

"I said to GET A NEW SHIRT."

"Oh," Spot turned his head, coughing a little, trying to hide the small blush that had crept on his face, "Right. Go ahead."

"You know what? Just cause you said that I'm gonna steal one of your shirts."

"You'se wouldn't. Doll don't you dare go over there! Damnit that's my good shirt!" she shrugged, buttoning the navy blue shirt up, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows. Feeling childish, she stuck her tongue out at him and he snorted. Ares' laughter boomed through the room, but he quickly stopped when the prisoner tried to get up and escape. Spot walked over to him, taking his cane and lifting the prisoner's chin up. "You'se got a name?"

"Yea. And it's none of your business." Smack! The boy groaned as he was slapped with the gold edge of the cane, a bruise forming around his eye, "Fine! It's Red, ok? It's Red." Spot smirked. He never had any problem getting a name out of someone. You just had to show you meant business. He glanced over at Doll, who was watching, and nodded her head a little, signaling that was him. Nodding back at her, he said, "Ares, tie him to a chair, we don't want him running away."

Ares narrowed his eyes, "I'm not a lap dog, Spot, you can't tell me what to-"

"Yes he can," Doll interjected, a steady glare on her face, "This is his borough, not yours, so why dontcha be a good boy and tie up da hostage?" Ares grumbled something inaudible, but she rolled her eyes. Spot circled Red, noting the details. His hat had flown off his head when Spot had hit him, and his green eyes were visible now, set in a glare aimed at Doll. Thing was, Red's eyes scared her. Sure, she was used to Spot's icy ones, hell she found them beautiful, but Red's… they just scared her. They reminded her of a storm at sea, the sky a grey color and the water a green teal color. His eyes were the water, the whites of his eyes were red, bloodshot, and that reminded her of the clouds, with lightning striking at the sea.

Doll found it hard to keep an angry glare at Red, and knew she was slowly moving towards the wall, her arms crossed. There was fear laced in with the hate, and Red smirked, "Looks like I can scare the little Brookie. What's wrong Dolly? Scared of a boy?" his laughter disturbed her. His appearance, everything about him disturbed her. It was like he was a fox, his face even looked like a foxes. Spot stepped between her and Red.

"Leave her alone," he growled, "Otherwise you'se won't be able to see out of both eyes."

"Won't matter, at least Harlem wouldn't lock our 'birdies' up like you do. Especially our best. You keep your little birdie over there locked up so tight that she probably can't breathe."

"Shut up," Spot grounded through his teeth, but Red continued.

"I mean, does your little Dolly actually have a life? Or are you gonna guard her like she's your favorite little toy, then when your through with her just throw her back into the toybox?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

"Why? Cause it's the truth?" Doll looked between the two boys, you could sense the testosterone.

"How 'bout this little Red head," Ares said, grabbing him by the jaw, practically squishing it, hell it might have gotten broken, "Why you goin' after Brooklyn eh?" Red smirked,

"Cause, who better to attack then the King?" Ares punched him in the jaw, sending him flying, the chair cracking from the impact of falling.

"HE AINT NO KING! HE HASN'T BEEN LEADER LONG ENOUGH! I SHOULD BE KING! NOT THAT BRAT!" Spot immediately punched Ares in the gut, and when Ares doubled over he grabbed Ares head and kneed him in the face, and you could see the blood streaming down from Ares' nose. He held it, and you could see the raw anger on Spot's face, to a point where Ares took a few steps back, and Doll kept herself close to the wall, trying to stay far away from the fighting. She would have jumped in, but Spot… no Brooklynite liked to admit it, but when Spot fought someone, it was scary. You avoided that. Red was laughing.

"See Ares? You're a dead beat, Spot is king. Fourteen and he soaked you, look over there! Even his little birdy over there is scared of him!" Red couldn't stop laughing. Spot turned around and saw Doll, and he could that no matter how hard she tried to keep her face void of emotion, that he had scared her. It was in his eyes.

"Get Bear, Doll," he said, and then turned to Ares, "As for you. Get out of me borough ye trash. And if I'se a brat, you're a biggah one den me." You didn't have to tell the two twice to leave. Ares left, not before shoving his way past Doll, and literally slamming her in the wall. Note to self, she thought to herself, stay away from Ares.

Walking around the quiet lodging house, she found Bear in the pool room, and motioned for him to follow. They walked in silence, until Bear finally asked, "Hey, why are you wearing Spot's shirt?" Doll looked down at the ground as they walked.

"It's a long story." Bear kept it at that. Ever since Soldier had left, Bear had been like her brother. He watched after her and Doll watched after him. It was a bit of how it went in Brooklyn. Sure they were tough, but that didn't mean they didn't protect their own. When one of their own was threatened, you didn't want to be the offender. They opened the door, and saw Spot there, and now Red was tied up more tightly.

"Bear, watch over him for me? Keep him in the backroom. I'se need to talk to Doll quickly before we come down to interrogate him more." Bear nodded, and he picked up the chair, with Red in it, and took him to the backroom. Bear was strong, and tall. Doll was about to follow him, when Spot stepped in her path and closed the door. "We need to talk."