Chapter Twenty-two
Once she was born, Maire was never long in the cradle that had been built for her. There was always someone to hold her and coddle her. Singah had recovered quickly from labor, and was soon cooking and cleaning, though not strenuously. Rae Kelly (no relation to Jack) had appointed herself guardian, and whenever Maire was not being held, Rae kept a watch out for anyone who might try to harm the little one. There had been rumors of Blink being back in the area, but Spot couldn't get any more detailed information than 'My friend's friend saw him…' So Rae was on watch, but it was hard… A certain Manhattan newsie who shall remain unnamed (SNITCH!) had been hanging around, flirting with her. But everyone was sure that Blink was just a rumor and if he wasn't he wouldn't try anything… would he?
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A few weeks after Maire's birth, Blink decided it was time to start. Maire was going to be his. She should have been his. And what the hell kinda name was Maire? Sounded like a horse! No, when he had her, he'd give her a proper name… Anne or Molly. But he had to get her first. And therein lay the difficulty.
He had swiped some different clothes from a line one night, and he got a crutch. He knew that if he was to set foot in Brooklyn, he'd be drug up before Spot and have the shit beat out of him again, if not killed. Therefore, he would go disguised, incognito.
Blink had found a place where he would be able to get milk for Maire, no questions asked, and clothes and a crib. All that was missing was her. His enemy's child was soon going to be his. The thought filled him with evil glee… he would be able to once and for all pay Spot back for taking Singah away and then nearly killing him. Soon.
***
The day Blink was going to take Maire dawned bright and unassuming, if cold. It was, after all, March, and the weather was chilly. The newsies began the normal hustle and bustle that started their mornings, and soon they were out, carryin' da banner. Singah was in the Lodging House kitchen, cleaning up after the breakfast mess, and Maire was with Rae in the sun. A stranger walked up, a boy with a crutch. He asked if this was the Brooklyn Lodging House, and if they had room for another newsie. Rae felt sorry for the boy, and brought him inside to meet Singah. She put Maire in her cradle, never thinking that the boy would try anything. She went to get Singah from the kitchen. A minute after she was gone, the boy threw aside his crutch, straightened, and grinned. It had been too easy. He leaned over the cradle, and was just going to pick up the baby when a fist hit him in the small of the back. Straightening, he turned to face his attacker and got himself a fist in his face.
"Do you really think I was that stupid? God, Blink, can't even disguise yourself." Blink was confused. How did this girl know his name? He had never seen her before. Seeing the confusion playing across his features, Rae said, "Duh, the others told me. Ya should have lost the patch. It's a dead giveaway." Smiling grimly, she punched him hard in the stomach. Grabbing him to keep him out of the cradle, she kneed Blink in the groin. Moaning, he sank to the ground. Whoever this girl was, he thought, she was strong! As though reading his thoughts, Rae pulled him up, spun him around, and frog-marched Blink into a spare room, where she threw him to the ground once more. Grinning, she said, "Spot is gonna love seeing you again!" and slammed the door, locking it with a deft flick of her wrist. "This is gonna be interesting." With that, she left Blink locked in the dark, empty room, nursing his bruises, and went to get give Maire to Singah.
Author's note: I hope this is long enough for you, Carlie, cause I'm really to lazy/busy to write long chapters anymore. 'Sides, like Rae once said, their easier to control the story with!
PS: Luv you, Rae, Fast, Half-Pint! Thanks for the help on the last couple of chapters!
PPS: If you like this, read my other Newsie fic! And please, Please, PLEASE review! I love reviews!
Once she was born, Maire was never long in the cradle that had been built for her. There was always someone to hold her and coddle her. Singah had recovered quickly from labor, and was soon cooking and cleaning, though not strenuously. Rae Kelly (no relation to Jack) had appointed herself guardian, and whenever Maire was not being held, Rae kept a watch out for anyone who might try to harm the little one. There had been rumors of Blink being back in the area, but Spot couldn't get any more detailed information than 'My friend's friend saw him…' So Rae was on watch, but it was hard… A certain Manhattan newsie who shall remain unnamed (SNITCH!) had been hanging around, flirting with her. But everyone was sure that Blink was just a rumor and if he wasn't he wouldn't try anything… would he?
***
A few weeks after Maire's birth, Blink decided it was time to start. Maire was going to be his. She should have been his. And what the hell kinda name was Maire? Sounded like a horse! No, when he had her, he'd give her a proper name… Anne or Molly. But he had to get her first. And therein lay the difficulty.
He had swiped some different clothes from a line one night, and he got a crutch. He knew that if he was to set foot in Brooklyn, he'd be drug up before Spot and have the shit beat out of him again, if not killed. Therefore, he would go disguised, incognito.
Blink had found a place where he would be able to get milk for Maire, no questions asked, and clothes and a crib. All that was missing was her. His enemy's child was soon going to be his. The thought filled him with evil glee… he would be able to once and for all pay Spot back for taking Singah away and then nearly killing him. Soon.
***
The day Blink was going to take Maire dawned bright and unassuming, if cold. It was, after all, March, and the weather was chilly. The newsies began the normal hustle and bustle that started their mornings, and soon they were out, carryin' da banner. Singah was in the Lodging House kitchen, cleaning up after the breakfast mess, and Maire was with Rae in the sun. A stranger walked up, a boy with a crutch. He asked if this was the Brooklyn Lodging House, and if they had room for another newsie. Rae felt sorry for the boy, and brought him inside to meet Singah. She put Maire in her cradle, never thinking that the boy would try anything. She went to get Singah from the kitchen. A minute after she was gone, the boy threw aside his crutch, straightened, and grinned. It had been too easy. He leaned over the cradle, and was just going to pick up the baby when a fist hit him in the small of the back. Straightening, he turned to face his attacker and got himself a fist in his face.
"Do you really think I was that stupid? God, Blink, can't even disguise yourself." Blink was confused. How did this girl know his name? He had never seen her before. Seeing the confusion playing across his features, Rae said, "Duh, the others told me. Ya should have lost the patch. It's a dead giveaway." Smiling grimly, she punched him hard in the stomach. Grabbing him to keep him out of the cradle, she kneed Blink in the groin. Moaning, he sank to the ground. Whoever this girl was, he thought, she was strong! As though reading his thoughts, Rae pulled him up, spun him around, and frog-marched Blink into a spare room, where she threw him to the ground once more. Grinning, she said, "Spot is gonna love seeing you again!" and slammed the door, locking it with a deft flick of her wrist. "This is gonna be interesting." With that, she left Blink locked in the dark, empty room, nursing his bruises, and went to get give Maire to Singah.
Author's note: I hope this is long enough for you, Carlie, cause I'm really to lazy/busy to write long chapters anymore. 'Sides, like Rae once said, their easier to control the story with!
PS: Luv you, Rae, Fast, Half-Pint! Thanks for the help on the last couple of chapters!
PPS: If you like this, read my other Newsie fic! And please, Please, PLEASE review! I love reviews!