Ealasaid Una-Glad you love it.

MinnieG-Yeah, I can kinda see them like that too. Well, I CAN see them like that, or I wouldn't have put it in. But yeah, I figured it was about time for them to have a fight. I also love the conversation between Laura and her mom. Another thing I love is getting an email saying you reviewed because you always say nice things about my stories. (Like that they're realistic but not boring like most people's stories. I like to be different.)

Anyway, I've been lazy but busy (which kinda makes no sense, but it's true) and I'm moving in a few weeks so I just started going through my stuff and the point is that I may or may not update in the next few weeks. I'll try to make myself, but no promises. Please keep reviewing though, and if you send me lots of messages asking me to update it might help make me write another chapter.

Disclaimer-I own nothing in these one-shots except my own characters! In this case, I own Laura and Robin/Bridget.

Bridget Killarney poked her head in the bedroom of her aunt and uncle. They were sound asleep on their bed, oblivious to everything, including their niece and her intense dislike of them. Pulling her head out, Bridget wrapped her red hair in a scarf and snuck out the door into the darkness. She stole away to the docks and managed to sneak onto a boat going from New Jersey to New York, thinking her aunt and uncle would never think to look for her there.

Wandering the streets of Manhattan, Bridget wondered why on earth she had left home in the first place. She had been in New York for two weeks now and the only thing she had found was a whole lot of trouble. When planning her escape, Bridget had somehow thought she would come to New York and find a place to work. After that, everything was supposed to fall right into place. She stopped in front of a cart selling apples and leaned against it, trying to ignore the growling of her stomach in order to make a plan. The sounds of the busy street filled her ears and distracted her from making any plans. Instead, she watched as a young girl holding a violin case skilfully dodge between people. Not far behind her was a boy, calling for someone named Laura. Grabbing an apple from the stand, she followed the boy to see him reach out for the girl with the violin case. Biting into the apple, she crept as close as she dared and watched as the two began to converse in sign language. At least, that's what Bridget thought it was. She had heard of it but never seen anyone using it.
"That's the thief! That redhead!"
Bridget jumped and looked into the eyes of the vendor she had stolen the apple from. Next to him were two cops looking ready for a fight. Trying her best to put on an innocent expression, Bridget looked right at the cops and asked "Is dere a problem, sir?"
"Yes!" shouted the vendor. "You're a sneaking thief!"
Sizing up the cops, Bridget decided that she could either try to take on the cops and maybe get arrested or run for it and maybe last another two weeks on the streets. Thinking it over, she decided on the latter option. Chucking her apple core at the cops, she took off running, yelling a quick apology over her shoulder as she knocked over the boy and girl she had been watching. She ran until she was out of breath. Panting, she slowed down and looked around. She was in some kind of park and the cops were closing in on her. Bridget ran to the nearest tree and began climbing.

"And that is how you punch," Spot told Laura with a smile. She grinned back and flopped onto the ground. Spot flopped next to her and leaned against a tree. They just sat there grinning for a while, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, Laura turned to Spot and pointed up into the tree. Spot followed her finger and cried out in surprise as he found himself looking at a pair of bright blue eyes. He jumped up and scrambled back a few feet. Laura let out a giggle.
"Some king of Brooklyn," she said, smirking at Spot. "You can't even spot people five feet above your head!"
Spot threw a handful of leaves at her and looked back at the eyes. He motioned for them to come down and was surprised when a small girl with bright red hair landed in front of him.
"Hi," she chirped. "Da name's Bridget."
"Spot Conlon. Dat's Laura Mae."
Bridget looked at Laura and stuck out her hand. "Youse is very pretty.
Laura took Bridget's hand and signed a quick thank you. She turned to Spot and started signing again. "The sisters will be worried. I should go back now."
Spot nodded. "Let me walk youse home. Ise want ta make sure youse don't run inta anymore trouble." Turning to Bridget, he asked "Would youse like ta come?"
Bridget nodded quickly, hoping Spot would offer her a place to stay. As the trio began walking, Bridget began whistling a tune. A robin flew overhead and she whistled a tune to it. The bird whistled it back and she smiled. Spot watched as Bridget whistled, an idea forming in his head. He turned to Laura to ask her what she thought.
"A bird? You want her to become a bird?"
Spot let out a small chuckle at the confusion on Laura's face. "I mean that I want her to go around the streets and find out information for me."
Laura pondered that for a minute before nodding. "Well, she certainly is quiet enough to get information. I think if you want to do this, it would be a good idea. But where will she stay?"
"I know a place. There are a few other girls that are birds for the Brooklyn newsies and they all have a house. She can stay there." When Laura nodded again, Spot turned to Bridget and asked "Youse got a place ta stay tonight?"
"None at all," she chirped, sounding oddly cheerful about it. Spot shrugged it off and continued.
"Youse want ta come ta Brooklyn and be a boird for me?"
"A what?"
"A boird. Youse go get information and bring it back ta me. If youse do good, youse can get some money and dere's a place for ya ta stay."
Bridget nodded her head right away. "Sounds good ta me."
Spot spit in his hand and held it out. Bridget did the same without hesitating. Blue eyes met blue-grey ones and Bridget felt her heart jump. He smiled and kept walking. "Youse'll need a newsie nickname. How 'bout Robin?"
Bridget turned it over in her mind. "Why Robin?"
Spot shrugged. "Youse got red hair like one and youse chip as much as dey do."
"Robin…" Bridget drew out the name, deciding she liked it. "I like it."
"Welcome ta da newsie family, Robin."
She grinned, feeling as free as a robin.