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AN: Italics are Spot's thoughts there was not enough to do a whole POV and I wanted there to be more than just movie dialog those parts.

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Normal POV

The next day Spot sold his papers quickly and got back to the docks. He wanted to be there when Jack showed up, knowing he would come anytime. Spot arrived at the docks to find almost every boy there, some did not sell today, and some had the same idea that Spot had. He climbed up on his usual spot on top of the crates and waited. A couple hours later Spot saw Jack, Boots, and another boy walk onto the docks. Spot smirked and shook his head. He was proud of the way his boys handled themselves they stood up looking very threatening to the three boys. Boots knew that they would not do anything and Jack was not scared, but the other boy looked nervous.

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick."

"Spot."

Spot jumped down from his crates and spit shook with Jack. He looked at Boots and the other boy. It had been a while since he had seen Boots, he could tell he had grown a bit and liked it better where he was. Spot did not like the other boy. He looked like he should be a scab, and Spot hated scabs.

"Hey Boots how's it rollin'?"

"Hey I gotta couple of real good shooters 'ere." Boots pulled out two marbles from his pocket. Spot knew this was a bribe, to make sure there were not any hard feelings from when he was there.

Spot smirked, "Yeah." He took the marbles and grabbed his sling shot. The scab looking boy ducked out of the way scared Spot was going to hit him.

"So uh Jacky-boy uh I'se been hearin' things from little boidies. Things from Harlem, Queens…" He looked at a bottle that was across the dock and aimed for it. He shot the marble and hit the bottle square in the middle. This boosted Spot power thoughts even more. "All over, they've been choipin' in me ear, Jacky-boy's newsies playin' like dey goin' on strike." Spot moved to look at the three boys; he clutched his cane in his suspenders.

Jack looked at Spot, "Yeah well we are."

The scab looking boy stepped in front of Spot, "But were not playing, we are going on strike."

"Who does this kid thinks he is challengin' me, I'se should soak 'em right 'ere." "Oh yeah? Yeah?" Spot kept his voice low and glared at the boy with his icy cold eyes. "What is this Jacky-boy some kind of walkin' mouth." "I'se should soak 'em."

"Yeah it's a mouth, a mouth with a brain, an' if ya got half of one ya'll listen to what 'e's gotta say."

Spot glared at the "Mouth" for a moment then stepped back. "Fine I'se 'ill listen to da scab, it might amuse me." He sat back on a crate and listened to the Mouth talk.

The boy was nervous but spoke anyway. "Well we started the strike, but uh we can't do it alone so we've been talking to other newsies all around the city."

"Who does 'e think I am? Don' 'e know I'se already know dis! 'E's wastin' me time." "Yeah so dey told me, but what did dey tell you." He said this a little louder than before to show his frustration.

The Mouth thought for a second then smiled, he knew just what to say to cater to Spot's ego. "They're waiting to see what Spot Conlon does, that you're the key, that Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, and probably every where else! And if Spot Conlon joins then they'll join, and we'll be unstoppable! So you gotta join the strike, because, well you gotta!"

Spot looked at Jack smiling a little; the Mouth definitely knew how to make him happy. But that still did not make Spot think to much differently about the boy. "Well ya'r right Jack, brains." He took out his cane and twirled it as he stood up. "But I got Brains too an' more den jus' half of one." He held his cane in front of the Mouth then walked in front of Jack. "How do I'se know you punks won't run da foist time some goon comes at ya with a club? How do I'se know ya got what it takes to win?"

Spot walked away from the boys, he looked at his. All the Brooklyn newsies had stopped what they were doing to watch the conversation taking place. Most of them had weapons in hand ready to soak the three boys if Spot wanted them too. Spot loved this power; they all would do whatever he wanted them too. Jack sighed and tried to think of a reason why Spot should trust them, he had nothing. Spot turned back around.

"Because I'm tellin' ya Spot."

Spot thought for a moment. "Jack comes up with some crazy idea's sometimes, but I of all people should know dat crazy can woik. But if I'se give into dis dat would show weakness." "Dat ain't good enough Jacky-boy ya gotta show me."

Jack walked closer to Spot so only he could hear him. "Spot listen, dis strike is jus' showin' da big guys dat dey can push us around. If we'se let dem get away with dis den dat will jus' let dem get away with other stuff later. Dis is our only chance to do somethin'. We'se can't survive if things stay da way dey are now.

"Da jack up's been hoitin' me boys too, but a strike? Dat's too much for me to risk. Come back to me when ya'r serious 'bout dis Jack."

Jack, Boots, and David (Mouth) headed back to Manhattan. Spot leaned up against some crates. He took off his cap and wiped the sweat off his head. He looked around for a minute until he found what he was looking for.

"Ritz! Ya made shoah dey didn't see ya right?"

Ritz was in the middle of a big group of boys; he looked up at Spot and nodded.

"Good I'se want ya ta go back ta 'Hattan I'se wanna know everythin' 'bout dis strike." Spot spoke louder and to all the boys. "We'se don' do anythin' till I'se say…got it!" The boys nodded and slowly got back to what they were doing before Jack had come.

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A few hours had passed and everything was the same as before. Spot sat on his crates and thought about what Jack and the other boy had said. His thinking was interrupted when Ritz came running down the docks. Spot quickly jumped down to see what Ritz had to tell him.

Ritz caught his breath a little then spoke, "Cowboy an' da others trashed da distribution office, caused a real mess of things. Da bulls came though an dey got Crutchy. 'E couldn't get away fast enough…anyway Jack's plannin' on retaliatin' tomorrow."

Spot looked around at his boys. "So 'e is serious…" "Well boys looks like we'se takin' a trip to 'Hattan."

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AN: Ok hope you guys liked that one. I tried to make it a little more interesting than straight lines from the movie. This will be the last chapter for a while…I won't be able to update for about a week or so hope this holds you over until then. Thanks so much everyone for reviewing and reading!