Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. All I own is Stage. ToT/Slingshot owns herself.
Opening Comments: Aw. Here it is, folks. The final installment. ::runs off to cry::
Shout Outs~
Skitch: Yes, you sound like a roller coaster. Congratulations.
DreamSock: Er, that's not exactly why we do this. Its just that reviewers tend to leave interesting messages that you want to reply to, see? XD Canada-speak? Heh…
Dreamcoat: See the ending comments about the sequel. And thanks about the characters.
DxInsider: Thanks. We kinda needed a space-filler, so we brought out the Delancys.
Fastdancr: That's not really a fair thing to say about the males (^^;;;) …but yes, it happens.
Princessred: Reviewed out, eh? Don't worry about it…this is the final one you'll have to review for.
Title: Immigrants
Authors: Stage and ToT (partners in fic-writing crime!)
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The newsies headed into Tibby's, taking seats at tables all in the same vicinity. Stage and ToT walked in, joking and laughing. The boys couldn't quite understand what they found so funny since they both had been around each long to enough to have nothing to talk about.
"Where are we going to sit?" ToT asked, looking around at all the tables. Stage frowned and looked around. Stage was about to say something when she was tugged away by her wrist. ToT blinked at the absence of her friend.
Dutchy continued to pull Stage along. She blinked and stumbled along behind him. He flung her into a booth and she landed on something besides the booth seat. Stage blinked and swiveled her head around to look at a crimson-faced Specs.
"Is this just my official seat now?" Stage asked, turning back to look at Dutchy.
"If I have anything to say 'bout it." Dutchy said, sitting down on Specs right. ToT slid in on the left.
"Which you don't!" Specs sputtered.
"Yes I do. I'm your best friend and I's gots a say in what you do in yer life." Dutchy said with a malicious smile. "And I says its 'bout time you got yerself a goil!"
"You don't have one!"
"At the moment, no. 'Least I's try."
"I hate you, Dutchy."
"Aw, Specs. You know you love me. 'Sides," He said with a wink. "You'll t'ank me latah."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Stage demanded, turning a little pink at the comment. ToT snickered in her seat and received two full-fledged glares. The door to Tibby's opened and in stepped the head of Brooklyn.
"Spot!" ToT exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. "Save me!" She added, hiding behind him. Spot looked back to where she had been sitting to see a hysterical Dutchy and two very embarrassed newsies. Spot grinned and walked back over to the table.
"Where'd you get the lap ornament, Specs?" Spot asked. Dutchy plunged into another fit of laughter.
"Shut up!" He snapped.
"Notice he makes no attempt to push her off." ToT whispered just loud enough for the others to hear.
"Stage, get off."
"No. There's no place else to sit."
"Fine."
"Ah, got him wrapped already? Youse a fast woikah, Stage." Dutchy said, grinning.
"Just like a pretty present with a bow!" ToT said. Everyone turned and looked at her funny. "Heh, sorry…"
While this conversation was going on, Specs continued to change hues of red. He was now a deep maroon color. Stage patted him on the shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting manner.
Spot sat down in ToT's old seat and she turned to look for another. Stage and Specs both reached out, grabbed the back of her shirt, and pulled. ToT fell backwards on to Spot's lap.
"Nicely done." Stage said to Specs.
"Not bad yerself." He replied. "Nice lap ornament, Spot."
"I t'ink so too." Spot answered. ToT went as red—if not redder—as Specs had been.
"I'm leaving," ToT whined as she stood up.
"No, you're not," Spot said, pulling her back. Specs, Stage, and Dutchy snickered.
"What a playah!" Blink said, jokingly.
"Hey," Mush whined. "How come the ones with the 'S' names get lucky?"
Snaps, Skittery, and Snipeshooter all looked at each other, huge grins upon their faces. They strolled over to the table.
"So…" Snipeshooter said.
"Can we help you?" Stage asked.
"I don't know, you tell me." Snaps replied.
"Depends on what you want help with…" ToT replied. Skittery leaned forward on the table, propping his chin up on an elbow. Stage and ToT leaned backwards. Stage leaned too far and fell off Specs's lap, onto the floor with a thud.
"Uhm…" Specs looked down at Stage who was lying on her back with her eyes closed tightly.
"Ow! Youse got a bony butt, ToT." Spot exclaimed with a wince.
"Likewise, Stage." Specs mumbled, helping her back up.
"That a no?" Skittery asked with a frown.
"Theys spoken fer." Spot replied.
"Sorry boys." ToT and Stage chorused with smirks.
THE END
ToT: Look! Look! We ended it!
Stage: Yes! High five! ::they do so.:: Hm, think we'll be asked for a sequel?
ToT: Probably…but what's it gonna be about?
Stage: Hm. We could take suggestions…?
Stage and ToT: HINT, HINT!
ToT: Review, y'all! Hope it wasn't too clich…clic…cli…
Stage: -.-;; Cliché-ish.
ToT: Excuse my cold.
Stage and ToT: ::do the "Its Over" dance::
Review~!