A/N: I am writing a chapter telling what Spot did about Fire and Bullseye, so if any of you would like to read it, pm me and I'll get it to you. I'm not going to post it because it rather detracts from the story.

A week later...

"Jeans, I have a question," Spot said over her calls of 'TR Settles Railroad Strike'. He had, naturally, already sold all his one hundred fifty papes, and was leaning against a tree watching her sell the rest of her seventy.

"What?" Jeans brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"You want a big wedding?"

"Nooo, why?"

"Oh, I just was wondering if we could get married today."

She almost dropped her papes. "What?"

"I said," he repeated, taking her papes from her hand, "can we get get married today?"

"Well...let me think about it." She sat down under the tree and thought as she watched Spot, with easy suavity, sell her last ten papers to a crowd of ladies.

He was back in well under five minutes. "Well?" he demanded.

"Have you ever found it hard to be a newsie and keep a clear conscience?" Jeans demanded in turn.

"You mean not lying about the headlines and stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Sometimes. Generally, though, if you work the same spot, the people get to know you, and they know you won't lie, they like that, so they buy from you. There are more ways than one to sell papes, you know."

"That's what I thought."

"Jeans, have you been thinking about that instead of-"

"I think I should tell my sister," she interrupted, "but I would love to get married today."

"Good." Smirk. "But I'm not going to tell my sister."

"Why not?"

"'Cause she'd start worrying about money and jobs and houses and things like that."

"Well, um, have you got someplace for us to stay? Or are we just going back to the lodging house."

Spot looked at her and smiled slowly. "I've got somewhere for us to stay."

"Wonderful. What about the license? And witnesses?"

"I've got the license. I don't want all of Brooklyn at the wedding, so we can get Racetrack or Cowboy or something, and then your sister for witnesses."

"All right, then. I'll go tell my sister, and you can get Cowb-"

"No. We'll go together to get both of them." He interrupted, taking her hand firmly in his.

Jeans opened her mouth to protest, but she suddenly stopped and just stood there, looking at him. "You know," she said slowly, "you really are impossibly attractive."

With a quick move, Spot pulled her to him, "Do you have any idea how hard you are making it not to kiss you?"

Jeans looked up at him, lips parted in patent astonishment. "Me?"

"No, sorry, Medda," he said sarcastically, "Yes, you, you goose! Now would you please come marry me so I can?"

Jeans looked down and blinked demurely. "Well, I don't know. It seems like a good opportunity for you to practice waiting patien-"

"All right, woman, that is it!" Swiftly catching her up, Spot strode down the street, turning a deaf ear to her pleas for mercy.

He didn't put her down till they were standing on her sister's steps.

With a haughty look for Spot, Jeans knocked on the door.

There was the same quick scurry of feet, but this time Ella answered the door. "Eva! how wonderful to see you again! Come in, come - who is this?"

"Um," Jeans pulled Spot in after her, "he's one of my co-workers and, um, my fiancé."

"Your what?" Ella looked absolutely stunned.

"My fiancé. And we're going to be married today, so we were wondering if -"

"You are going to what!" If Ella had been stunned before she was shell-shocked now.

Jeans gave up. "Is Jane here?"

"Uh, oh yes. Charles," she turned to the small boy, who was staring enraptured at Spot and said, "go get your mother and tell her Eva is here."

Ella turned back to them. "So, who are you?" She asked Spot bluntly.

"He's -"

"Spot Conlon, miss, at your service."

"Spo- excuse me, Mr. Conlon, can I talk to Eva for a second? Thank you." Ella dragged Jeans over to a corner. "Spot Conlon?You're going to marry Spot Conlon?"

"Oh, so you've heard of him."

"Heard of - Eva, every girl in New York has heard of Spot Conlon. Usually they're being warned to stay away from him. And then you show up and tell me you're -"

"Eva!"

Jeans whirled around and saw her oldest sister in the doorway. "Jane!" She ran to meet her. "It's so good to see you! Oh, this is Spot Conlon, my fiancé. We're going to be married today." Having thus broken all the dreadful news at once, Jeans waited for the storm to break.

Instead of looking angry or even surprised, though, Jane just looked amused. "Oh, really?" She moved past Jeans and held out her hand. "Good to meet you, Mr. Conlon. I'm afraid your reputation had preceded you."

Spot bent and kissed her hand. "Has it?" He asked silkily.

Jeans punched him on the shoulder. "Quit in, Conlon."

He rubbed his shoulder and gave her an injured look. "I was only trying to be polite," he complained.

"Uh, huh." Jeans turned back to Jane. "So we were wondering if you'd come to the wedding.

"Well, Ella can go, but I had better stay home. I, well,"

Jeans really looked at her sister for the first time and noted her unwonted girth. "Jane! You're, why, how much longer?"

"Six months." Jane rested her hand on her swollen stomach and smiled proudly.

"How wonderful! Wh-"

"Excuse me." Spot stepped forward and pulled Jeans into his arms. "This is all very exciting, but not really what I'm interesting in right now, so could we please-"

Jeans tilted her head up against his chest to frown at him. "I knew you needed to practice being patient."

He frowned back down at her. "And I told you I don't. So let's go. Unless," he whispered threateningly in her hear, "you want us to leave like we came.."

"Well, bye Jane, so nice to have seen you; enjoy the baby, come on, Ella."

She pulled her bewildered sister out the door and started briskly (on her own two feet) down the street.

Ella was still looking flabbergasted. "Eva, where is this wedding? And who else is coming?"

"We'll be married at our church, of course, and - Spot!" she stopped dead. "You have talked to Pastor Thomsen, haven't you?"

"Of course."

"Good." She sighed in relief, then looked at him suspiciously. "How did you know I would agree on today?"

"Because I knew I couldn't wait any longer."

Jeans glanced at him, unsure if he was joking or not.

Then she hastily looked ahead again. The intense, almost hungry look in his eyes was highly unsettling.

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Me- Certainly, they have only been dating two days, but they have been friends for much longer, and I guess Spot figured since he already knew he wanted to marry her, why wait? He's an impatient chap. :-) Have a good day, love, and say hello to everyone for me.