Here we are, once again looking at this lovely story that I have written. Isn't it lovely? You see, it's odd, because I am writing this on Blondy Bear's new laptop, and the keyboard is smaller than the one on mine. I hit so many wrong keyes, that my finger lives on the backspace button! Any way, I'd like to take this time to remind you homophobes who are reading this that the last chapter will really be an alternate ending. It will be Spot/Jack slash. This is to warn you all so that you don't send me any more stupid reviews about how 'gay people are sick and they are all going to hell while I laugh it up in heaven' because that is just stupid, like kittens for currency. And also, you were warned, so if you know that you won't like it, then why are you still clicking on the link? I have yet to understand this. I get reviews that say that the story was sick and disgusting and all that, yet in the summary, I *always* say that it is slash and I always write *WARNING!!!!!---THIS IS SLASH!!!* at the top, and you still don't get it! That is just beyond me. Well, excuse me my little rant, and happy reading!!!
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Spot situated himself in the back of the wagon while Savannah locked the front doors. He shifted his weight a bit to the left, and leaned his head on the side. One hand rested across his knee, which was drawn up in front of him, and the other traveled up to the key that hung around his neck. He gripped it tight, his hand becoming slick with sweat.

He watched as Savannah lifted herself onto the seat and grasped the reins. She flicked them, getting the horses to trot foreward. The wagon wasn't all that steady, and Spot found himself being jostled back and forth. He gritted his teeth against the pain in his side, and gripped the key tight enough so that it left a perfect imprint in his palm. To distract himself from his obvious injuries, and the less obvious ones, he thought about his key.

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"So what if I needs ya again, Jacky-Boy? How'm I s'possed ta get to ya?"

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Spot thought back further, to the first time he ever saw Jack.

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A much-younger Spot, around the age on ten, looked towards an eleven-year-old Jack, who had just beaten down the leader of Manhatten. The old leader, a big, sixteen-year-old, with a huge chip on his shoulder. His name was Mack, but they all called him Cheat Mack, on account of the fact that he never played fair, in cards and otherwise. But that was all rather irrelevant. Cheat Mack had cornered the ten year old, newly orphaned Spot in an alley, and had began to tear apart all of the things he had from his home. He grabbed the burlap bag from the street-naïve child, and proceeded to destroy every item he pulled out, save the wallet that was lying in the bottom.

"Noo! Please stop...please..." Spot's words turned into sobs, as his mother's neclace was broken, the dark blue thread-chain falling to the ground, as the tiny, diamond pendant was pocketed. The older boy laughed, sickeningly. Suddenly, he was caught around the middle by rope, that came out of nowhere.

Another boy, looking to be around Spot's age and wearing a black cowboy hat that covered his face, jumped down to the lowest level of the fire escape. He jerked on the rope, and Cheat Mack stumbled backwards. He threw the rope over his head, and turned to face the mysterious Cowboy. His face was twisted nearly unrecognizably as his eyes landed on the boy. "You're gonna pay fer dat, you shit!"

The Cowboy drew his rope back to himself and spun it around his head again. He threw it with practiced accuracy, and tightened it around Cheat Mack's middle. With his arms pinned painfully to his side, Cheat Mack forgot about the boy lying in the alley. He forgot about the bag of goodies that had just left his hand. Hell, he even forgot that he was the great, bullying Newsie leader of the great borough of Manhattan in New York City, the greatest city in all of America. All he could think about was this damn little shit in his dumb-ass cowboy hat, who was currently two up on him.

He wrenched the rope away from the Cowboy, and threw it aside. The Cowboy nearly fell off the fire escape with this move, but managed to stay on the landing, with a little help from (my friends...oh, sorry. A~*) the four foot high railing. As Cheat Mack moved to where he could jump up onto the fire escape, the Cowboy jumped onto the ladder that slid from the platform to the ground. It slammed to the ground with extra force, due to the weight, and landed right on Cheat Mack, knocking him out.

The Cowboy climbed down, taking care to step on Cheat Mack, and helped the young boy to his feet. As the two collected the boy's things, they introduced themselves to each other. "Hey Cowboy, what's your name?"

"Cowboy? Well, I go's by many names, mostly bein' Jack Kelly. But I think dat I like's Cowboy bettah! Who're you, kid?"

"I'm Spot Conlon. Don' laugh at me name, eithah." He warned. Jack, Cowboy, just laughed at his warning.

"You gotta be able ta back you'self up, Spot. Whattaya doin' heah anyways?"

"My family...dey's...dey's all gone. Killed, I think. Da owner of da house threw me out. Dis is all I got." He gestured to the things strewn across the alley.

"Wheah you gonna go?"

"I dunno."

"You could go live wid da newsies. Dat's wheah I live." Cowboy smiled proudly.

"Whith da Newsies? Do you sell too?"

"Yeah. I'm on me way home now. Come on." Cowboy took him back to the Brooklyn Lodging House, where he lived at the time. Spot took to Brooklyn, but a week later they got word that the leader of Manhattan had been picked up by the bulls, for stealing a diamond pendant and a wallet, and murdering the owners. Cowboy jumped at his chance to take over a borough, and within a year, had the best gang of newsies in New York. Spot stayed behind, learning the ropes. He and Jack stayed friends, and that helped Spot rise in the ranks. Jack taught Spot everything he knew about living on the streets, and Spot was a fast learner and a quick improviser. Within a two years of Jack's leaving, Spot challenged the leader of Brooklyn and won, with a little encouragement from his friend.

The two borough's helped each other out, and for the next six months, all was well. But there was a rumor from Harlem, that the Bronx was fixing to take over Brooklyn, from the inexperienced leader. Spot went to find Cowboy, to get reinforcements, but he was not at the lodging house. The boys there said that he went to an old, run down house a lot, and one of them, a new recruit named Anthony Higgins, lead him to a very familiar home. His.

He went to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. He knocked on the door, and then the windows, but to no avail. After nearly ten minutes, he couldn't wait anymore. What if the Bronx attacked when he wasn't there? Anthony agreed to go back to Manhattan and get as many boys as he could to come help, while Spot ran home. Not a moment to soon. Not a half an hour after Spot returned, nearly all the Bronx boys showed up, their leader, Pirate, at the front.

Brooklyn was ready for the attack, but were beginning to loose, when Anthony returned with what looked like all of Manhattan, including Cowboy. Jack sought out Spot, and when he saw him, shouted, "Brooklyn!!" Spot answered to it, and unknowingly received his new nickname, and trademark. The two borough's together were enough to drive the Bronx back for good, when Pirate was knocked out by Spot's infamous cane. Pirate was later found on the steps of the police station.

Later on, Jack told Spot that he was on his way home when he ran into his boys, who explained the problem. Jackl rushed to help, thinking that if anything had happened to his friends, he would know that it was his fault they weren't ready sooner. Spot told him it ended allright, but it was a close call. "What if I needs ya again, Jacky-Boy? How'm I s'pposed ta get to ya?"

Jack pulled an old, metal key out of his pocket and handed it to Spot. "Heah. Dis one opens da front dooah (door) of da house I was in. I got two of em. You'se cin keep dis one."

Spot nodded, and later on that night strung it onto the blue thread-chain his mother's diamond had been on. It seemed right somehow, that being his own house key, and all.

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Spot dropped the key so that it fell back against his chest and looked at the house they had pulled in front of. Savannah stepped to the ground, and he sighed heavily before following suit.


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Okay, then here's chappie 7!! If Spot seems a bit like he dosen't care about his family, that's because he's in shock. Trust me. He is....*looks around sheepishly*

P.S. I would like to add that you are now reading the rantings of a very happy author, for I have just purchased Jurassic Park Three, the one with Eric, and the nifty little compy's. Which leads me to this installment's useless poll.

Which Jurassic Park was your favorite?
C) Jurassic Park, Three
D) Huh?

A) Jurassic Park, One
B) Jurassic Park, Two, The Lost World
E) Could you repeat the question..
F) Ummmmmmmm.......................


Okay, you've read, now REVIEW!!!!!!

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