Weeks passed and Scamp hardly saw Spot at all, and when she did see him he was dog-tired, or in some fit of anger over something. Right now Spot was having to deal with The Bronx. Ever since Claw 'retired' they had been trying to take over Brooklyn. Christy mostly stayed away from the fighting and the late night meetings between leaders. Whenever things got to hectic she'd go and stand on the Brooklyn Bridge and think. That was where she was now.

Her life it seemed to her was being thrown into an emotional whirlwind. Three months ago her parents had died and so had she in away, she realized. She was no longer the rich girl named Christy, but she was now the trouble making, street wise kid named Scamp. Then Spot becoming the leader of Brooklyn and not having time to be with her had kind-a upset her. Lately she had been shutting the world out, and Christy knew it. All she needed now was time to think.

Feet pounded on the bridge bringing Christy back to herself. M&M was running towards her covered with bloody cuts and bruises.

"M&M what happened?" Christy asked in shock. Even if M&M was kind-a quite he could soke anyone who messed with him.

"Da Bronx…day…day…day attacked. Spot sent me ta get you'se. We's need all da Brooklyn newsies." M&M panted.

"Ok, where are day?" Christy asked, she too had gained a New York accent.

"Down by da Brooklyn and Manhattan border on 7th avenue." M&M said.

Before he could get another word out Scamp was half way down the street to the fight. A million and one things flashed through Scamp's mind. As she turned a corner the was a short cut to get to the fight. As she leapt the fence the sounds of the fight seeped into her ears. The fight was a really big one, not just one between two representatives, but it was a rumble. Christy scanned the crowd for Spot. She saw him in the middle of the fight with Jag, the leader of the Bronx. Spot was so wrapped up in the fight he didn't see the guy that was getting ready to jump him from behind. Christy saw it though.

In a matter of seconds she had her slingshot loaded and fired at the guy behind Spot. The marble hit him, right in the head. Suddenly Christy was grabbed from behind and was drug back into the ally. There she saw two newsies from the Bronx sneering at her.

"Well, well, well look what we have here," The biggest one said. "A little girl." The boy next to him snickered. Christy struggled to get free of the hold on her.

"Don't do that. It won't help," The big one advised. The grip on her tightened.

"Lemme go!" Christy yelled.

"Why should we?"

"Cause if you'se don't your friend here will be sorry," Christy said glaring at the boys with venom in her eyes.

"Oh I'm so scared. What can you do?" He asked confidently.

"This," Scamp said through gritted teeth. She then brought her foot up in-between the legs of the guy behind her. His grip loosened enough for Christy to rip one of her arms free and elbow him in the face. With this hit the boy let go of her completely and Christy spun around and punched the boy in the stomach.

Christy turned and faced the boys who were staring at her in awe. "You want a piece of dis? Just try." The smaller of the two boys ran out of the ally leaving Christy alone with the big boy.

"You asked for it," He said as he charged at her. Quickly Christy backed up against the brick wall of the building and ducked, letting her attacker smash his hand into the wall. Then in one quick movement she brought her foot around and kicked him as hard as she could in the legs, making him fall to the ground. She then sat on her attacker, one leg on each of his sides. Christy began to punch him time and time again in the stomach. Then his fist of his good hand flew out of nowhere and made contact with her right eye.

Shocked for a moment, but only a moment Christy felt her eye. Then she hit the boy in the nose and knocked him out by smashing his head into the ground. Getting up she ran out of the ally way. It felt like her eye was on fire, but she looked for Spot. He was nowhere to be seen this time. Scamp ran down the street peering into allies looking for him. He might have been pulled into one like she had. Then she spotted him. He was pinned up against the wall of a tall building by Jag. Jag held a switchblade in his hand and was holding at Spot neck. With out thinking Christy ran at Jag and tackled him to the ground. The knife fell from his hand and landed a few feet away from Spot's foot.

"Don't evea do dat again goily!" Jag hollered. He hit Christy hard in the jaw, which made her fall off of him.

"Hay Jag!" Spot yelled. Jag turned around and met Spot's fist. "Dat was for hittin' me buddy dere!" Spot hit Jag in the stomach. "Dat was for almost killin' me!" Then Spot hit Jag in the nose. "And dat was for Brooklyn!" Spot let jag fall to the ground and ran over to Christy, who was sitting on the ground. "Are you'se alright Chris?"

"Yeah…" Christy worked her jaw around some. "I think so…Spot behind you'se!" She yelled in warning as Jag picked up a wooden board, but she was too late. Seconds later Spot crumpled to the ground knock out cold.

"You…piece of $h*t!" Christy screamed as she lunged at Jag. Before she could reach him he pulled out his knife that he had picked up and slashed at Christy. The knife went down her side in a burning slash. Though that didn't matter at the moment to Christy, all that mattered was that he had hurt Spot. Christy pushed him up against the other building hard. She only had one chance of hitting him hard, and this was it. With all her anger of her parents dying and Spot being hurt she hit Jag in the nose. She heard a sickening crack as the bone broke. Jag slid down the wall and held his nose. Then in a fraction of a second Christy picked up the board and smacked him in the head with it. Then Jag blacked out.

Christy dropped the board and fell to the ground. Her side was bleeding heavily. She crawled over to Spot and began to shake him. "Come on Spot wake up," Christy pleaded letting her accent fall. "Please…please wake up. You're my best friend and…and I can't lose you like I lost my parents. Please just be knocked out. Spot…Spot…wake up!" By now Christy was sobbing, her vision was blinded by her tears. "Spot…Luke…wake up. Come on Luck wake up." Christy used his real name. Finally she quit shaking Spot and just sat there and cried. Suddenly a grown arose out of Spot. "Spot?" Christy asked.

"What?" Spot asked sitting up rubbing his head. "My head hurts." With that Christy hugged Spot crying into his shoulder. "Hay what's wrong? What happened?"

"After Jag knocked you out I broke his nose and knocked him out with the board." Christy explained in between her sobs. "I though…I thought…I donno what I thought. I was scared. You were just lying there not moving."

"Shhh…it's ok now. Just stop crying." Spot began to smooth her hair down as she tried to choke back her sobs. Spot stood up and Christy pulled away and tried to stand up too, but she then fell back to the ground. "Christy what's wrong?" Spot asked kneeling down next to his friend.

"This," Christy lifted up her shirt a little ways and she showed Spot the gash that was bleeding more heavily than before. Spot turned white and gasped.

"When…when…"

"When you were knocked out…" Christy winced from the pain. Crying so hard hadn't exactly helped her wound.

"Come on we gotta get you some help," Spot picked Christy up and carried her out of the ally. Everywhere he looked her saw the bulls arresting newsies. They must've arrived when Christy and I were fighting. Spot thought. Just two policemen came up to Spot and Christy, who was on the verge of passing out.

"Come on boy," one of the men said. There other snatched Christy out of Spot's grip.

"Spot!" Christy called helplessly.

"Please sir, she's hurt…really bad," Spot pleaded.

"Sure she is…Paul take he to the Manhattan Refuge. I'll take this one to the Brooklyn one," The policeman said who was holding Spot.

"Spot!" Christy yelled struggling against the policeman who had her. Suddenly Christy's world began to sip and she slipped into cold blackness.