A/N: Yay new chapter!

We were on our way to the rally, a good handful of the guys and Lucks. It didn't seem right to leave her alone yet again. Who knows, maybe she's just better off staying with me? One thing I knew for certain, if Scar and his guys didn't try anything tonight, of all nights, then they'd strike at a later time. I shook my head to myself as we entered the building. There was what looked like hundreds of newsies all over the place, in the lobby, on the first floor, in the balcony. Jack certainly knew how to draw a crowd.

"Hey Spot!" Jack called as we entered the theater. "I was startin' ta get worried there. Come on!" I had little time to process what was happening as he dragged me away from my guys.

"Lucks, stay wid Brooklyn!" I called just before slipping through a doorway. One second we were in a theater packed full of newsies, the next we were backstage where we joined the Walkin Mouth and Medda.

"Youse weren't kiddin when youse said other boroughs huh," I said as I fixed my sleeve Cowboy pulled.

"Spot we're really glad you came tonight," the Walkin Mouth said. I knew he had a name, but I forgot what it was…

"Yeah well I's still don't know what to think." I didn't want them to get their hopes up, although I had already made my decision well in advance. We didn't get much time to talk until Medda pushed us out on the small stage. The whole place was almost pure madness, newsies cheering and yelling everywhere. It was one of the first times all the boroughs actually came together like this, and I gotta say, it was pretty impressive. I took a quick scan of the room to find the Brooklyn section and was pleased to see them to my left in the box seating. Nothing but the best for Brooklyn.

It was crazy how many people were here. I never even knew how many newsies there were, considering I had rarely left the Brooklyn and Manhattan areas. I was getting excited with all the commotion going on.

"Hey look, there's Spot," Writer pointed out to me as they walked out on stage. It was him, Cowboy, and that guy who talked to Spot at the docks. They started talking, but I couldn't pay attention. My mind was buzzing. For some reason, I was just realizing just how much of an influence Spot had on the other boroughs. This whole rally was just to show everyone what side Spot was going to choose, which thinking about it now, meant that Jack was risking a lot on this. I couldn't imagine Spot saying no now that he's seen all of these people here. This was the most exciting thing that involved the newsies in a long time, and there was no way he was going to miss out on this.

"I feel like we's is makin' history," Digs said behind me. I turned and smiled at him.

"Youse serious?"

"Well yeah, youse see how big this is gettin'. Wouldn't surprise me if Pulitzer actually gives in."

"Pulitzer givin' in? Yeah right," I joked. "I doubt he ever would submit to the newsies." That earned me light shoves from Digs and Writer, which made me move from side to side.

"Youse need ta have some faith in the newsies Lukcs, have some faith in Jack and Spot, they's knows what ta do," Writer said joining our conversation. I couldn't respond and instead just shrugged. I paid back attention just in time to hear Spot say:

"I's say, that what youse say…is what I's say." He and Jack spat in their hands before shaking, and then the real party started. Medda came out and started singing a song, which of course all the guys knew so they sang it at the top of their lungs. I just laughed the whole time, the excitement fueling my energy. It made me happy to see Spot smiling and having a good time down below. Maybe I was too hard on him… I thought as guilt suddenly spread throughout my body. It was never his fault for keeping all that information from me; it wasn't anybody's fault. He did what he thought was best to keep me safe, which was what Danny would've wanted. I can't believe I'm realizing this now, I thought as I shook my head to myself. Ever since we were younger I never really thought much about the hardships Spot had to go through. I always focused on myself; what affected me. I never knew that he cared about Danny just as much as I did, because well…he never showed it…

I had been here three days; three days since I became a newsie; three days since I last saw my parents; three days since Danny…All they had me doing was selling twenty papers and following this kid Spot around. I never left his sight, unless I had to use the bathroom, and even then he stood right outside the door. We couldn't risk anyone finding out I was really a girl, and we couldn't risk those guys finding my family or me. Nighttime was the worst though. I'd be up nearly all night crying, and no one seemed to care or help me. I thought they liked Danny? How come they never show that they care? It made me furious that none of the newsies really showed their true emotions, and the main culprit was Spot.

"Why youse so glum all of a sudden?" he asked one day while we were walking in a park. I hadn't noticed that I was walking with my head down and my hands in my pocket until he asked the question.

"What youse cryin' 'bout now?" I guess I was crying too…

"What do you care?" I spat as I used my sleeve to wipe away my tears.

"Hey, don't get cocky with me, I asked youse a question and I'm waitin' for an answer." His glare cut through me like a butcher's knife, almost daring me to even open my mouth. To be honest, he scared me when he got like this; which is somewhat stupid because he was just being serious. But there was something about his eyes, the sharp glare made me feel nervous.

"Well?"

"I-I miss Danny," I said under my breath, hoping it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. He just stared at me with a blank emotion. The longer he looked the more desperate I felt to just cry, bawl my eyes out right in the middle of this park. I needed a moment to feel absolutely vulnerable and for the first time in days put my guard down. It was exhausting to pretend to be a boy and make sure no one tried anything on me, to wake up at the crack of dawn every morning before the guys and shower before they took over the bathroom, to sell papers everyday with the same person in the same spots. I wanted to go home, to my parents and my own bed and wear my old clothes again and let my hair down and never wear a stupid hat ever again. I had hoped that my eyes told all of that to Spot as we stared at each other, but I guess I was wrong.

"Yeah well, he's gone. We's need ta move on," with that he started walking away. "Let's go Lucks." I was reluctant to follow. I wanted to turn and run the opposite way and never look back. I would've too, if he didn't stop and abruptly turn around. It was like he knew what I was thinking of doing. He irritated me so much that sometimes I wondered if he ever cared about anything. Probably not, I thought as I heaved a big sigh and dragged my feet to follow him. We walked a few blocks until the tension within me finally erupted.

"Why don't you ever show emotions?" My built up anger made my question seem very cut and forced. I didn't know why I thought it best to ask that, because I knew he wouldn't give me a straight answer. He'd just avoid it by getting mad at me and move on, like he always does.

"Show emotions?" he questioned. He turned his head slightly to give me an intense questioning gaze. "Why would I's ever need ta show emotions 'sides anger and irritation?"

"Oh I don't know, to show that you care?" I scoffed. "Everyone cares about something even if its nothing. Surely you have something or someone you care about, and if you do you can't possibly show 'anger and irritation' towards them."

"What makes youse think youse can talk ta me like that huh?" he stopped walking and faced me dead on, hands in his pockets, intense glare ablaze. "Everyone cares 'bout somethin' so what? I certainly don't, an don't youse come up with some reason why I's don't. From what I've learned here on the streets of Brooklyn, carin' get's youse nowhere; it only makes youse weak and vulnerable. Danny should be enough of an example of that." He said the latter without flinching or lowering his volume, and took me by surprise.

"How can you be so cruel?" I could feel the tears pricking my eyes yet again as I bit my lip back and brushed by him heading back to the lodging house.

Had I known that Spot hid his true emotions from the moment we started spending more time together, I would've handled everything differently. I treated him like he was heartless and cruel, like he never cared about anything or anybody in his life. How could he have had the gall to stay by my side almost every day for six years with the way I acted towards him? I felt my whole face get red with embarrassment and the sudden urge to cry. I had to apologize, to tell him that I knew he was right about everything. With that newfound determination set in my body I abruptly stood up from my seat and started to maneuver my way out of the box seats we were squished into.

"Hey Lucks, where youse goin'?" Digs questioned as I moved past him.

"I gotta tell Spot somethin'," I said as I looked back with light tears spilling from my eyes. Digs knew not to question why and let me go, getting some of the guys to move out of my way. I hurried into the hall and down the red-carpeted stairs not caring to look at the beautifully designed surroundings around me. I barely even glanced outside the lobby to the front doors, but in the blur of my movement I saw a sight that quickly made the pit of my stomach drop to the floor. Frozen in between the doorway that led to the first floor of the theater, I realized that a crowd of policemen was waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment to barge in and take us all. Of all the things I learned about being a newsie, the most important one of all was to always be on high alert when the police got involved. Newsies and police never mixed well together. I had to tell someone, anyone that we were in trouble; I had to tell Spot.

I hurried quickly into the first floor entrance and saw the news guy…crap I forgot his name…he was talking to some guy with gray hair. I decided to ignore them and focus on finding Spot. Scanning the room I saw Jack and his friend up on stage with Medda and Race and a bunch of guys. For some reason Jack's friend suddenly pointed in my general direction, then a whistle sounded. Shit, shit, shit, shit! I thought. That can't be good. No sooner had I thought it, the swarm of policemen waiting outside charged right in. For a brief moment I saw Spot a few tables over from me. I tried to get over to him but I felt a strong arm push me to the side. Unaware to whoever so rudely moved me, I collided head first into a post and almost lost consciousness. I would've fallen and been stampeded on all over again if someone wasn't there to catch me. That someone happened to be Writer.

"Lucks, are youse ok?" he practically yelled over the commotion. I couldn't tell if I gave him an actual answer or not but he must've gotten the message because he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards an exit. We managed to sneak by large portions of the policemen by sticking in the middle of the moving hordes of people. It wasn't long until we were outside, and I swore I saw Jack next to us. I could also see what looked like Kid Blink, but I was so shocked; a police officer was beating him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and immediately worried about Spot. Yeah he could take care of himself, but not with this many against him. I must've mumbled something about my reaction because Writer suddenly spoke again as we ran past the wall of mounted officers.

"Don't worry Lucks, he'll be ok, he's a fighter!" It was something along those lines. The longer I exerted energy the harder it was for me to hear what was happening around me. The beating of my heart and throbbing pain of my head was all I could hear. It felt like a good thirty minutes had passed by when in actuality it was probably only ten.

"We's just need to get to the house," he said until he slammed into something hard. The sudden collision didn't come with any warning so I pounded right into Writer's back; everything else after that moment as a complete bur. I felt Writer quickly turn around and shove me away out into the street and heard his muffled yells to run. So that's what I did. I ran back to the house. I took the longest way possible to not have anyone track where exactly I was going, and I ran. It was hard at first to ignore the pain, but something inside of me knew that my life was in danger, and if I stopped running it would definitely end poorly. As soon as I made it back I didn't rest until I was inside, up the stairs, and lying on my bed in my locked room. Something happened tonight. Something big.

A/N: So this chapter didn't come out the way I wanted it to but I wanted to make sure I updated within the week so here it is! I meant for it be a lot more interesting than it actually ended up being so I'm sorry for that, but I hope it was still interesting at least!

Shoutouts to js158900 and HogwartsNewsie92 for the reviews I love you guys! Also HogwartsNewsie92, I took into consideration what you said so I hope the realization Lucks had made you happy! And I'm right there with you, we can comfort Spot together haha!

Please please please review! I love hearing what people have to say and I will add/make changes if you want them!

NEXT CHAPTER UP NEXT WEEK!

Just a side note incase any of you actually like to read what I have to say lol, I finally watched Newsies again! I had been meaning to do it since I got back from college but things have been busy at home. I can say I did have a few mistakes in here chronologically and with some names...like Talking Mouth instead of Walking Mouth lol. When I first typed that I was like "that doesn't make any sense, a talking mouth?" haha. But yeah, I have an idea of how I want to end this story...I'm just excited to start working on the sequel to be honest though haha!