Race-Spot
Disclaimer:- Sadly I do not own Newsies, only Max.
Authors Note:- Thank you Dice, Twig and Morning Dew for reviewing. Chapter 3 is in the process of being written and may be a few days till it's up. I wrote this chapter while on holiday in Portugal. Hope you like it and please read and review. Chow. LILMAXIE!!! Oh and before I forget anything written in ITALICS is Italian.
Chapter 2
With Race hot on his heels, Spot hurried up the stairs, went right passed the bunk-room and too the other end of the hallway to where his room is. "Race open ma door, then go an' git some towels an' extra blankets."
Once Race had opened the door and ran back down the hallway to the bunk- room, Spot carried the small girl into his room. It was as he was gently laying her down onto his bed, that he realised the kid was a girl. At that moment Race came back, noticing that Spot had moved a good distance from the kid and had a shocked expression on his face, Race stopped in the doorway. "Spot?" He said it almost cautiously, fearfully.
It was enough though, to snap Spot from the trance he had gone into, "Wha? Oh yeah roight. Roight we uh, we eh, urgh!! We have ta get 'er out of those wet clothes, dry 'er down an' keep 'er warm. OK." Spot said all of this while practically snatching the towels from Race and trying to get the girl to sit up.
Both boys were surprised to hear a small groan come from Spot's arms. Spot more so than Race because he had felt two small hands grip around one of his arms in a vice like death grip. "Please. It's so cold and.and wet. Aww. My head hurts. Please help me." Was all the girl said before she collapsed into Spot's arms crying.
Spot looked positively terrified at the fact there was a small girl crying in his arms. Though, highly amused at this, Race did take pity on him. Chuckling to himself, Race walked over to the bed. Sitting on the other side of the girl, he gently lifted her out of Spots arms and cradled her on his own, muttering soothing words to her in Italian. Just like his mother had done for him when he was little. Not expecting to get a response from her, he was quite surprised when she spoke to him, also in Italian.
"Please sir, what is your name?"
Smiling at the curious expression Spot wore he replied with. "My name is Racetrack Higgins an' dis is Spot Conlon. Spot why don't choo go get the shower ready for our 'Little Bambina'?" Smiling at the nickname Race had just given her, she snuggled down into his embrace and turned big-doe-like eyes onto Spot as if to say 'that would be nice, thank you.' Without a word Spot got up and left, going into the adjoining room (his personal bathroom). After watching Spot leave Race turned his attention back onto the small girl tightly embraced in his arms. "So my Little Bambina do you have a name?"
"Yes. It's Maxina Geuverra, but if you ever call me Maxina I will quite frankly ignore you and later on give you the beating only your worst nightmare could come up with."
"OK 'earing ya loud an' clear. How old are you'se?"
"Five. Why? Your not going to send me to the orphanage or the refuge are you?"
"No, of coise not. Ya don't 'ave a place to stay do ya?" A shake of her little head was the only answer he got. "Any money?" Yet another shake of her head. "OK how about any family?"
"N-N-No. Th-Th-They w-w-were k-killed about a-a-a month a-a-ago, by s-s- some t-t-thugs." And once again she crumpled into floods of tears.
Spot who had been watching the whole thing from his bathroom doorway stepped into the room. "Roight, the showers ready, all it needs now is for a certain little goil to get under it."
"Huh? Roight, c'mon Little Bambina lets get choo into that shower."
With Maxina safely in the shower, the two boys sat on Spot's bed discussing what they should do.
"What are we'se gonna do Spot? We can't 'er to da orphanage or da refuge. An' we can't jist send 'er back out onto da streets."
"Race calm down, we'll figure something out, I'se promise. But until then 'elp me get some clean sheets onto me bed an' den git out of those clothes an' into some dry ones."
"Umm, I'se don't 'ave any clothes to git changed into. Their still wet from me being t'rown into da docks yisterday."
"Well both you and Max can borrow some of mine. That OK witchoo?"
"Sounds great to me Spot." Chirped Max, who was standing behind them in nothing but a towel.
Disclaimer:- Sadly I do not own Newsies, only Max.
Authors Note:- Thank you Dice, Twig and Morning Dew for reviewing. Chapter 3 is in the process of being written and may be a few days till it's up. I wrote this chapter while on holiday in Portugal. Hope you like it and please read and review. Chow. LILMAXIE!!! Oh and before I forget anything written in ITALICS is Italian.
Chapter 2
With Race hot on his heels, Spot hurried up the stairs, went right passed the bunk-room and too the other end of the hallway to where his room is. "Race open ma door, then go an' git some towels an' extra blankets."
Once Race had opened the door and ran back down the hallway to the bunk- room, Spot carried the small girl into his room. It was as he was gently laying her down onto his bed, that he realised the kid was a girl. At that moment Race came back, noticing that Spot had moved a good distance from the kid and had a shocked expression on his face, Race stopped in the doorway. "Spot?" He said it almost cautiously, fearfully.
It was enough though, to snap Spot from the trance he had gone into, "Wha? Oh yeah roight. Roight we uh, we eh, urgh!! We have ta get 'er out of those wet clothes, dry 'er down an' keep 'er warm. OK." Spot said all of this while practically snatching the towels from Race and trying to get the girl to sit up.
Both boys were surprised to hear a small groan come from Spot's arms. Spot more so than Race because he had felt two small hands grip around one of his arms in a vice like death grip. "Please. It's so cold and.and wet. Aww. My head hurts. Please help me." Was all the girl said before she collapsed into Spot's arms crying.
Spot looked positively terrified at the fact there was a small girl crying in his arms. Though, highly amused at this, Race did take pity on him. Chuckling to himself, Race walked over to the bed. Sitting on the other side of the girl, he gently lifted her out of Spots arms and cradled her on his own, muttering soothing words to her in Italian. Just like his mother had done for him when he was little. Not expecting to get a response from her, he was quite surprised when she spoke to him, also in Italian.
"Please sir, what is your name?"
Smiling at the curious expression Spot wore he replied with. "My name is Racetrack Higgins an' dis is Spot Conlon. Spot why don't choo go get the shower ready for our 'Little Bambina'?" Smiling at the nickname Race had just given her, she snuggled down into his embrace and turned big-doe-like eyes onto Spot as if to say 'that would be nice, thank you.' Without a word Spot got up and left, going into the adjoining room (his personal bathroom). After watching Spot leave Race turned his attention back onto the small girl tightly embraced in his arms. "So my Little Bambina do you have a name?"
"Yes. It's Maxina Geuverra, but if you ever call me Maxina I will quite frankly ignore you and later on give you the beating only your worst nightmare could come up with."
"OK 'earing ya loud an' clear. How old are you'se?"
"Five. Why? Your not going to send me to the orphanage or the refuge are you?"
"No, of coise not. Ya don't 'ave a place to stay do ya?" A shake of her little head was the only answer he got. "Any money?" Yet another shake of her head. "OK how about any family?"
"N-N-No. Th-Th-They w-w-were k-killed about a-a-a month a-a-ago, by s-s- some t-t-thugs." And once again she crumpled into floods of tears.
Spot who had been watching the whole thing from his bathroom doorway stepped into the room. "Roight, the showers ready, all it needs now is for a certain little goil to get under it."
"Huh? Roight, c'mon Little Bambina lets get choo into that shower."
With Maxina safely in the shower, the two boys sat on Spot's bed discussing what they should do.
"What are we'se gonna do Spot? We can't 'er to da orphanage or da refuge. An' we can't jist send 'er back out onto da streets."
"Race calm down, we'll figure something out, I'se promise. But until then 'elp me get some clean sheets onto me bed an' den git out of those clothes an' into some dry ones."
"Umm, I'se don't 'ave any clothes to git changed into. Their still wet from me being t'rown into da docks yisterday."
"Well both you and Max can borrow some of mine. That OK witchoo?"
"Sounds great to me Spot." Chirped Max, who was standing behind them in nothing but a towel.
