Seamstress to Playgirl
Disclaimer: For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I will say this carefully. I. Don't. Own. Newsies. Now on with the story!
As they headed toward the lodging house Jack began to question David. "What is your sister doin' dressed up like a boy?" he asked strangely.
"I don't know." David answered simply.
"Well why didn't she jus' come with youse?"
"I don't know." he answered again.
"Do youse at least know why she made up dat story she told Race?"
"No."
"Do youse know anyting, kid?" Spot broke in finally fed up with the way things were going.
"Apparently not about her." David answered quietly, nodding to the limp figure in his arms.
"Look, dis ain't getting' us nowhere, let's just leave it alone till she wakes up." Mush broke in impatiently, his gaze taking in the group of newsies and finally resting on the girl lying in David's arms. 'She sure is somtin' else.' he thought.
It was in silence that they reached the Manhattan lodging house a short time later. Jack broke apart from the group and ran to open the door, calling inside to Kloppman as he did. "We'se gotta visitor Kloppman!"
Kloppman looked up from his counter just inside the door and smiled as he saw them. He caught sight of Spot as he entered behind Jack. "Spot, it's been awhile. Nice to see you." he called, his attitude changed suddenly when he caught sight of an unfamiliar young man with someone in his arms entering just behind Spot, a little boy tugging at his jacket.
"Dis is Davey, his liddle brother Les, an' his sister Sarah or Sweeper or something." Jack said seeing Kloppman's look and gesturing to each as he introduced them.
"Nice to have you." Kloppman answered nodding to them. He turned to Jack, "I'll just leave you to it then."
"I'll explain later." Jack said apologetically as he made his way up the stairs followed closely behind by the rest.
When he reached the top of the stairs he opened a door into a bunkroom. He gestured to a bunk at the back of the room, "Dat ones empty, youse can put 'er der."
David walked quietly forward and gently placed his sister on the indicated bed. She moaned quietly when her back touched the bed and David's jaw tightened in anger again. The boys stood around the bunk looking silently at her each with thoughts of their own.
"We'se should clean 'er up." Boots said suddenly.
They looked at him and then to David. He nodded. "Well, we'se gonna need water, a clean cloth, and some clean clothes for 'er." Jack said. "Specs, youse an' Boots get da stuff," Specs and Boots left the room and headed into the bathroom. "an' I'se 'ill."
"You won't do anything. She's my sister." David said sharply, interrupting him. He looked at Jack, his gaze saying telling Jack that in no uncertain terms would he permit any kind of argument.
Jack held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. Davey 'ill take care of 'er."
Spot smirked when he saw Jack surrender to the new kid. He'd seen that one coming a mile away. He'd wondered when the kid would speak up. If it had been his sister he would have done the same thing, except with more force. The others seemed no more surprised than Spot at David's interruption.
Specs and Boots returned carrying the necessary items and gave them to David. "Come on guys." Race said suddenly to everyone, as he started to the other side of the room. "Just yell if youse need us." He said to David and pulled out his cards. "Anyone for a game o' poker?" he asked settling in across the room with the others. As he dealt the cards he glanced over at Sweeper and her brother, who was gently removing the grimy shirt from her body. Race looked away, his face coloring slightly. Spot saw him and smirked at him.
David stripped his Cassie gently down to her underclothes, or rather his under clothes. Shaking his head at the sight he wet a cloth with water and gently began to clean the dirt, ashes and soot first from her face, and neck, then her arms, and hands. It was a slow process, and he grew angrier and upset each time he uncovered another cut or bruise. He may have hated fighting, he may not have been very good at it, but he was very protective of his family. The fact that this had happened to his own sister, and that he had no idea what she had been up to, bothered him to no end.
A.N. Next chapter, Sweeper wakes up, but what will she tell the guys?!
Disclaimer: For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I will say this carefully. I. Don't. Own. Newsies. Now on with the story!
As they headed toward the lodging house Jack began to question David. "What is your sister doin' dressed up like a boy?" he asked strangely.
"I don't know." David answered simply.
"Well why didn't she jus' come with youse?"
"I don't know." he answered again.
"Do youse at least know why she made up dat story she told Race?"
"No."
"Do youse know anyting, kid?" Spot broke in finally fed up with the way things were going.
"Apparently not about her." David answered quietly, nodding to the limp figure in his arms.
"Look, dis ain't getting' us nowhere, let's just leave it alone till she wakes up." Mush broke in impatiently, his gaze taking in the group of newsies and finally resting on the girl lying in David's arms. 'She sure is somtin' else.' he thought.
It was in silence that they reached the Manhattan lodging house a short time later. Jack broke apart from the group and ran to open the door, calling inside to Kloppman as he did. "We'se gotta visitor Kloppman!"
Kloppman looked up from his counter just inside the door and smiled as he saw them. He caught sight of Spot as he entered behind Jack. "Spot, it's been awhile. Nice to see you." he called, his attitude changed suddenly when he caught sight of an unfamiliar young man with someone in his arms entering just behind Spot, a little boy tugging at his jacket.
"Dis is Davey, his liddle brother Les, an' his sister Sarah or Sweeper or something." Jack said seeing Kloppman's look and gesturing to each as he introduced them.
"Nice to have you." Kloppman answered nodding to them. He turned to Jack, "I'll just leave you to it then."
"I'll explain later." Jack said apologetically as he made his way up the stairs followed closely behind by the rest.
When he reached the top of the stairs he opened a door into a bunkroom. He gestured to a bunk at the back of the room, "Dat ones empty, youse can put 'er der."
David walked quietly forward and gently placed his sister on the indicated bed. She moaned quietly when her back touched the bed and David's jaw tightened in anger again. The boys stood around the bunk looking silently at her each with thoughts of their own.
"We'se should clean 'er up." Boots said suddenly.
They looked at him and then to David. He nodded. "Well, we'se gonna need water, a clean cloth, and some clean clothes for 'er." Jack said. "Specs, youse an' Boots get da stuff," Specs and Boots left the room and headed into the bathroom. "an' I'se 'ill."
"You won't do anything. She's my sister." David said sharply, interrupting him. He looked at Jack, his gaze saying telling Jack that in no uncertain terms would he permit any kind of argument.
Jack held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. Davey 'ill take care of 'er."
Spot smirked when he saw Jack surrender to the new kid. He'd seen that one coming a mile away. He'd wondered when the kid would speak up. If it had been his sister he would have done the same thing, except with more force. The others seemed no more surprised than Spot at David's interruption.
Specs and Boots returned carrying the necessary items and gave them to David. "Come on guys." Race said suddenly to everyone, as he started to the other side of the room. "Just yell if youse need us." He said to David and pulled out his cards. "Anyone for a game o' poker?" he asked settling in across the room with the others. As he dealt the cards he glanced over at Sweeper and her brother, who was gently removing the grimy shirt from her body. Race looked away, his face coloring slightly. Spot saw him and smirked at him.
David stripped his Cassie gently down to her underclothes, or rather his under clothes. Shaking his head at the sight he wet a cloth with water and gently began to clean the dirt, ashes and soot first from her face, and neck, then her arms, and hands. It was a slow process, and he grew angrier and upset each time he uncovered another cut or bruise. He may have hated fighting, he may not have been very good at it, but he was very protective of his family. The fact that this had happened to his own sister, and that he had no idea what she had been up to, bothered him to no end.
A.N. Next chapter, Sweeper wakes up, but what will she tell the guys?!