A/N. So sorry again that this took forever for an update. I meant to write since I've been home but I was too wrapped up in reading fanfics and not in the mood to write my own. I hope to have another moment of writing soon!

Thanks to the people who still read this, it hasn't been getting many hits or reviews, which might be why I slowed down my writing. Please R&R to let me know if you like it..or hate it…either way thanks!


Last Chapter…brief idea since its been awhile…

"Shh Celtic, just rest." The boys head barley shook as he tried to talk again.

"They are goin afta Olive," he took a deep breath and continued "They know where she is"

Revere realized he had to get word to her somehow in New York. He knew she was going there and she had last spoke about heading towards Manhattan but who knows if she changed her mind. As soon as his boys were settled in he would have to go find her.


The train ride was long and boring but it was what had to be done. He had no idea if he was ahead or behind the Boylston Boys. All he knew was he had to find Olive before them. The train lurched forward as the brakes came to a screeching halt. Revere stood up quickly and jumped out of the empty car. He didn't have the time or money to try and get a ticket on the train, so he had hoped into an open car late last night.

As he hurried out of the train yards Revere had no idea where to begin looking. He knew she would be a newsie still. It is in her blood, and she told him she was going to try and be one in Manhattan. It was early afternoon so Revere figured someone might be out selling. If this was anything like Boston, he would be ale to spot another newsie quickly.

Scanning the crowds he walked around looking for any younger kids with newspapers. It was harder than he thought; this section of New York was bigger than what he or Olive was used to controlling. Sighing Revere was swept up in the crowd waiting to hear any headlines being yelled.

Two hours had passed since Revere had jumped off the train, and so far he was having little luck. He was now walking around the park, it looked like he was taking in the sights of New York, but he was looking for one person among many. Finally he saw a newspaper waving in the sky. He saw a boy weaving in and out of the crowd holding a paper high above his head.

A smile appeared on Revere's face; he found a newsie. He hurried after the figure as the crowd seemed to swallow him up.

"Hey!" Revere yelled, but within the crowd his voice died away.

He picked up his speed trying to desperately follow the kid. Soon he found a break in the crowd and saw the kid selling his paper to an old lady.

He reached him before he turned away again.

"Buy me last pape?" the kid asked, now that he was close to him, Revere noticed he was around his own age. This might help him in finding Olive.

"No I was looking for someone, they are most likely a newsie 'round here" The kid nodded and waited for him to continue. "Goes by the name of Olive?"

The kid seemed to think on it, but slowly shook his head at Revere, "Don't know anyone by that name. Is he new to these parts?"

"She is" Revere answered back.

"Well we did get a new goil, but she goes by Boston" Revere's hope was lifted, how many girl newsies could there be from Boston around here.

"You know where she is?" The kid nodded and motioned for Revere to follow him.

"I'm heading back to the lodging house anyways, she should be there." The kid stopped and sold his last paper to a passerby. He stuck out his hand with a typical spit-shake. "I'm Mush"

Revere returned the favor, "Revere" he said smiling at the newsie in front of him.

They both turned and continued towards what Revere figured was the lodging house. He saw a small building that wasn't unlike his own. He looked around, half ready to see some of the Boylston Boys already staking out this location. He hoped they really weren't in New York already. Maybe it was a bluff that they were coming. He sighed; he couldn't wait to talk to Olive about this. She would know what to do, or well he hoped so.

He followed Mush up the stairs and was instantly hit with the loud voices of the others. The bunk room was loud for the small amount of people in there. He scanned the room noticing mostly boys, but in the far back he saw a flash of a girl. He wasn't sure if this place had more than one girl newsie but the moment she turned he knew it was her.

"Hey Boston" Mush yelled trying to get her away from the boy she was talking to. She turned and rested her eyes on Mush, ignoring the person beside him. She nodded and stood up, finishing her talk with the boy in front of her. She walked over and Revere stepped forward, in front of Mush, ready to intercept her.

She stopped walking, and looked at him with a raised eye brow.

-----POV change- Boston's (the person not city)-----

I stopped mid step. I was about a 3 feet away from him. It took me a few minutes of staring to realize it was in fact Revere standing before me. What was he doing here? That question ran through my mind, but was instantly replaced by fear, something was wrong. I continued forward, "Revere?" I asked still thinking I was maybe dreaming him.

He smirked and nodded, "Hey Olive, or should I say Boston" I returned the smirk to him. I felt the rest of the boys now focusing their attention on us. Sighing I led him back the way I came, towards the roof. We needed some privacy to talk, and that was the closest thing.

Revere followed me up to the silent roof. I felt the cold breeze blow across it. I took a deep breath and looked back at him.

"What are you doin' here?" his smile faded as he sat down next to me.

"Things have been gettin' wicked bad since you left Olive. The Boylston Boys were still jumpin' us. I sent out Celtic and some others to keep watch on them. Celtic was soaked yesterday. But he did find out they are comin' out here…afta you"

I sighed and looked out over the skyline. It seemed weird seeing New York spread across before me, since Revere was here I thought for a second I was back in Boston. But the buildings brought me back to the reality. I was in New York trying to hide, but it didn't work.

I fumbled in my pockets looking for a cigarette and match. I smiled as I found both; right now I needed to calm my nerves.

"They already here?" I asked looking back at Revere. He shrugged; a look of uncertainty crossed his face.

"Last I heard they were on their way out here, I checked before I left and they weren't at their place." I groaned at his comment.

I sat in silence waiting for…well I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. Maybe it was for an answer to come to me, maybe it was for this problem to magically dissolve away. But whatever it was it never seemed to come.

"We need you back Olive. It ain't the same without you" Revere spoke softly but I heard him although I didn't respond.

I looked down on the streets below, trying to pick out anyone of the Boylston Boys. They weren't you're typical gang of friends or kids. Not like the newsies of Manhattan that banded together for a turf war. They weren't even like the more powerful Brooklyn. They were an actual gang, they weren't even newsies. I don't think they even had a job, they just hustled the streets and people for money. I hung my head a little, blowing out some more smoke from my cigarette.

They were trouble, more trouble than I had wanted to face, or drag all my newsies into. This was my fault they were after me, and mine alone. I turned to Revere, "You should get back ta Boston. Watch over the boys till I get back. I'll deal with the Boylston Boys."

He shook his head immediately, "I aint leaving you to deal with them alone, the North End needs its leader back alive" he smiled at me trying to make his point known. The sky began to cast small shadows on the city below. I looked at the sky seeing it was getting late with the sun setting behind the low rising clouds.

I stood up and threw the rest of my cigarette over the edge. "Come on we'll figure this out in the morning." I motioned for him to follow me back inside. Guess I had to explain who he was to the boys and Jack. I frowned, hoping Jack would at least let him stay here for the night. I knew we had an extra bunk somewhere.