Terribly sorry that this took forever to get out. And then its probably not even as long as the others. But I kinda get stumped at some parts with my chapters, and then I don't want to write. But I knew you would all want to have the latest out for the story, so I did it just for my reviewers. So be glad that I even typed it up in the first place.

Scout: Yeah...I am quite aware that I killed Jack Kelly. But you know, he was going to die with old age anyways..

Andrea: Its ok that you missed an update, it was still going to be there when you finally did get to read it. And yes, you can keep the pretty scarf. I don't really think Barbie will be needing it in Hell. Too hot down there, ya know.

Now, on to business...I need someone, and yes that means those of you who review, to give me some ideas for the next part of the Jet Black series. Now, I had an idea of the Musketeers being kidnapped by Death Eaters from Harry Potter. And then the whole deal with Voldemort. I also had one with Lord of the Rings, but i'm not to sure on that one because I have no clue how to even spell the names of things. But give me some other ideas. Put a few book titles, or movie titles in your reviews, and I'll think on them.

While the tears where streaming down my face, I handed the letter up to Spot. I pulled myself out of the five foot hole by myself for once, and made my way back to camp after I picked up my shovel. To hell with my hole today, I just wanted a shower and my cot. Possibly French Fries if I could even have them. But then French Fries just reminded me of Racetrack, and how he died.

The rest of d-tent stood still around the hole, watching Jet get smaller as she walked back to camp. They could take all the unanswered questions about how the three wouldn't tell how they got into Camp GreenLake, or about how Spot called Jet Ma. But this was one thing they couldn't leave unanswered.

X-Ray stood up from his kneeling position and walked over to Spot. "Would someone like to tell us what in the hell is going on?"

Orange's gaze left from reading the letter over Spots shoulder, to looking at the d-tent leader. "You'll just think we're crazy."

"Try Me."

So Orange and Battery told him the whole story about going back into time, the Early (We're talking like 1901 here) 1900's. Meeting up with the Newsies, their first look at the Great Spot Conlon. And then wishing upon that Shooting Star to get home.
Their bodies going on a killing spree, and ending up to that exact moment where they were.

D-tent was quiet for some time, then X-Ray spoke up. "You expect us to believe that shit."

Orange and Battery glanced at each other before Orange replying, "Yes, I thought that it was quite clear when we told you the story. Or were you not really even listening and have something stuck in your ear?"

"Oh we heard alright," Magnet stated. "Its just that we don't want to believe it. Because it sounds like a fairytale."

"Well start believing then." All the boys looked over to Spot, who had been quiet until that point. "Cause the person that you had taken the time to dig up, was my good friend Jack Kelly. He was the leader of the newsboys news strike in 1899. He beat Pulitzer, and put Snyder in jail. He followed his dreams of going to Santa Fa, and then ended up dyin here in Texas. It doesn't really matter if you believe us or not, just so that you know that at least a few people do believe in fairytales. Maybe you should too."

With that said, he folded the letter and red bandana and put them in his jumpsuit pocket. He picked up his shovel, then walked back to camp. Orange and Battery followed behind him, quietly talking between themselves.

D-tent now watched them as they faded into tiny spots. X-ray leaned on his shovel. "Armpit see if you can dig that thing up anymore. Squid...Go back to camp and find Mr. Sir. The Warden's gonna wanna see this."

I had been sitting on my cot with my head dangling over the edge as the rest of my body was on the other side, when Spot came through the tent flaps. My eyes followed his dusty upside down form as he pulled a towel and clean clothes from Orange's crate. He searched through Battery's crate, trying to find something. I pulled a shower token out from my pocket and held it in the air above me face, waving my arm around so he'd take notice of the dull shiny thing between my fingers. He finally did take notice, only after I snorted, and took the token from my hand. He turned away, but then turned back to kiss my upside down cheek.

"Thanks."

"And you ask what girlfriends are for?"

Spot then left the tent for his shower.

My two buddies came in seconds later, lightly joking around until they saw me with a solemn expression on my face.

Battery came and sat down on my middle, which thank heaven, was actually on the cot.

"OOMPH! What the hell Battery, get off!" I buck up a little, trying to push him off me.

He shakes his head. "Not until you tell me that your ok."

I sigh, "Fine...I'm ok. Now can you please get off me?"

Orange shakes his head while grinning. Uh Oh! Something is seriously wrong here. "Nope, you have to actually mean it Blue."

"But I do mean it, and get that look off your face this instant. We just found out that our pal Jack Kelly died from a freak feeling, that was probably your fault by the way, and you look like you just won the one million dollar jack pot at a casino in Las Vegas. Your weird."

Orange just shakes his head again, his grin getting bigger. He walks to the other side of the cot, and disappears from my sight.

Moments later my shoes get pulled off. And that's when his plan finds its way into my brain.

"SPOT!!!! HELP!" What is it with people and trying to make me smile, or take revenge on me with tickling. That's just pathetic... in a cute way if you really think about it.