Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Newsies. Disney owns them. But I do own Roller, Gab, and Brook.
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The floor dropped off beneath her feet, and she fell strait down, threw a haze of black. Colors, trees, houses, and people flashed past her, around her, and it all blended together into one shifting mass of color. She was spinning, spinning so fast her breath caught in her chest. Nothing was the way it should be. She couldn't tell what way was up or down. Color was liquid, shining, and swirling.
She felt she was going somewhere, an impending destination was sneaking up on her. Like the sound water makes, rising in a bottle. You know just the right moment, when it's going to overflow, and finally, it stops. And that was exactly what it did. She simply stopped, was suspended for one moment in the black abyss, and a picture came in to focus. A large river, no, an ocean. Docks, and wooden structures, boys swimming, and standing on the docks. It glimmered in the setting sun, and she wanted to see more, when Gabriella was suddenly thrust into the picture. The last thing she felt was the wooden docks crack against her head, and she blacked out.
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"Who is she?" A whispered voice asked, bringing Gab back to consciousness.
"I don' know," the other whispered.
"You think she's dead?" asked the first, and Gab smirked. Trying to remember what had happened to her to make her head hurt so mush… and she had it! Spot Conlon, Brooklyn, Docks, mission! She squeezed her eyes shut, and thought, hard, at the angel she knew was listening.
"Okay Gabe, I'm here. Now, what's my background, what's my name?" Gab heard a little bit of a buzz, but then her brothers voice rang in her head, loud and clear.
"Background? You're from England. You hitched a ride on a merchant ship, and have a very nice accent by the way; you can thank God for that. Literally. Okay, here's the deal. You're about as tall as this Spot person, you have black hair, you can find out long it is later." Indeed she did, feeling heaviness on her side to about her waist. "And you're a smart ass. We didn't need to implant that skill."
Okay, that should work. Gab thought to herself, but then she remembered where she was. "What about fighting Gabe? What about those skills?" She asked urgently, hearing some whispering, and shuffling of papers in her head.
"Uh… you don't have any Gab. We're angels, not genies!" her brother told her defensively. She almost groaned out loud.
" You mean you sent me to Brooklyn with no fighting skills?" She asked desperately.
"Um… yes? Hehe?" her brother mind-sent her after a minute.
"Greeeeat. Fine. Well, if that's it, what's my name then?" she asked suspiciously. She heard someone snicker on the 'other end'.
" Rivers," her brother told her, "Brook Lynn Rivers."
Gab rolled her eyes as best she could with out opening them. "Thank you Gabe. You're a riot, really."
"Anytime! Now! Get yer rear in gear girl!" And the tie between heaven and earth was severed.
Gab, or 'Brook', as it was, gave herself a mental sigh, and turned her mind back to the mission.
Time to work my magic. She thought to herself, and let out a soft groan, and rolled over on to her back.
She heard the two voices jump, and back up, and her eyelids fluttered open. In front of her stood two young boys. One with dark brown hair, and the other with blonde. Each had chocolate brown eyes and a scared expression on their faces.
"S'okay lads. I ain't gonna hurt ya." she told them, and almost jumped at her own voice. When they said British, they meant British.
"Uh, lady?" the one with brown hair asked, creeping closer to her, as she tried to sit up. There was a wooden structure behind her, and it was working really well as a backrest.
"Yes, lad?" Brook asked, surveying her ragged blue breeches.
"W-who are you?" he asked, crawling over and sitting down next to her. She laughed, raised her hand to slap herself in the head for her stupidity, but thought better of it.
"My name's Brook. And who might you two fellows be?" she asked, looking at the red-checkered pattern on her shirt, and the fraying black suspenders.
"My name's Les, and this here's Roller," Les motioned for his friend to come over and Roller walked warily to sit next to his brown-haired companion.
"Hey," Roller greeted her, nodding. She gave him a polite nod as well, and looked down at her feet.
Damn, no shoes. First stop, cobblers, wait. Brook felt in her breeches pocket, and pulled out a small, draw string, leather bag. She pulled it open, and stuck a couple fingers in the little purse, pulling out what ever was in the little bag.
"Two quarters, a nickel, and five pennies…" she said to herself, forgetting everything but her money for the moment. "Well, a nickel will by me food and lodging for a week as a Newsie. Maybe a quarter for papes the first day, means I make fifty cents tomorrow. That's seventy-five, eighty cents! That should do well for now." She stuffed the coins back in their pouch, and stuffed the pouch back in her pocket. Turning her head to look around at the dock.
"Mighty empty for the docks, isn't boys?" she asked, looking back at them.
"No ma'am, most of the boys 'er out sellin' the evening addition, the docks empty out during this time of the day. But Spot and his boys should be back in… oh? An hour Les?" Roller told her, turning to his friend who shrugged.
"Hour, maybe less." He replied.
"Well!" she sighed, and stretched her arms, noticing a light tan. "Would both you boys be kind enough to help me up?" she laughed, holding out her hands. They looked at each other, and laughed as well, each standing up and taking an outstretched hand, pulling Brook to her feet.
Shit, they shrunk me! God, how short is this kid? She thought to herself. As an angel, she would have towered over these guys, now they were only about 5 inches shorter than she was. Which wasn't much, considering the age difference.
"Thank you kindly boys, I'm much obliged. Now, I think I'm going to climb that structure, " She pointed at one of the wooden platforms on the docks, continuing to talk to them while she climbed, "and wait for mister Spot to come back."
"Brook, if you don't mind me askin', why are you waiting fer Spot?" Les asked, receiving a look from Roller that clearly said, 'it's none of your business.'
Brook laughed, half way up the wooden platform, "Never you mind about that younglings. Let's just say... I'm his guardian angel." She grinned at them, and they chuckled again.
"What ever lady, good luck waitin', I gotta get back to the lodgin' house, and Les needs to get back to Manhattan. So I wish you luck!" Roller called to her, grabbing Les's arm, and dragging him off the docks. Brook chuckled at the pair, and sat down on the platform. So Spot's the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies, hmm? I can't wait to meet him. Brook grinned, a settled herself on the platform. Prepared to wait for her new ward, how ever long it took.
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