Alright, in my last episode, I dedicated it to two people. In all actuality, last Episode was for Nat, this one is for Mel. I got really confused for some reason and thought I was further along then I was. Also, congrats to my cousin Jen who is getting married and having a baby.
Fresh Picked Georgia Peach By Randomness

"So you have no idea why she fainted?" Jack demanded as he paced the room. When they arrived and saw Medda on the floor he immediately sent David to get Kloppman. He didn't know what else to do. Now Kloppman was in there with Medda and they were all outside waiting.
"I don't know, she just said my name and fainted." Stacey answered feeling more and more guilty by the second. She honestly had no clue why Miss Larkson had fainted but she knew it was her fault.
"That's the way I saw it too, Georgia didn't say anything or do anything, she just stood there." Sarah said, standing up and wrapping her arms around him.
Jack seemed to calm down instantly and just hold Sarah for a little while.
"Hey David" Stacey said quietly as to not disturb Sarah and Jack, "Why do you have a black eye and swollen lip?"
David seemed to suddenly remember that he was injured. It had slipped his mind in all the chaos and now that he remembered it started hurting again. "I did something incredibly stupid. Basically, I baited Spot Conlon, not the best idea in the world, to be quite honest though, the look on his face made the whole thing worth it." David finished with a smirk.
"You know, you remind me of someone I know, sometimes." Stacey said off-handedly as she began to wonder what happened to Erik.
"What? You only know him sometimes?" David asked jokingly.
"No, you only act like him sometimes." Stacey answered not even noticing the joke.
"I hope that's a compliment."
"I nicknamed him the nightmare, if that's any help deciding." She answered this time smiling herself to show she's only bugging him.
"So what happened to this friend of your's?" David asked while sitting down beside her.
"I haven't the foggiest idea, we came to New York together and then we parted ways. I figured we'd see each other again eventually because we continually ran into each other where we used to live. I underestimated how big this city was though. I might never see him again.." She said mournfully.
"I'm sure you will. After all the complete coincidences I've seen in this City I would be surprised if you didn't see him again." David said with a reassuring smile before jumping up when Kloppman opened the door. "Is she alright?!" He nearly screamed.
Kloppman shushed him and whispered. "She wants to talk with Jack alone for a moment."
Jack let go of Sarah and walked into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him and not looking back at them at all.
Sarah, looking almost insulted, almost, not quite. Walked over and started interrogating Kloppman.

Jack nervously walked to where Medda was lying. She was the closest thing he had to a mother since his own had died and now something was wrong and he didn't know what it was so he couldn't fix it.
Medda smiled at him. "Kelly, don't look like that. I'm not dying or anything. Come on over here. I only asked you in so I could talk to you about something I was going to mention anyway, I'm not going to read off my will or promise you Irving Hall or anything so don't be so nervous."
Jack tried to chuckle but he was just too afraid that maybe she was putting on a brave front for his benefit.
"Honest, I just had a bit of a shock after a hard day. Now come over here and sit by me, I have something to show you." Medda said gesturing at a share while she pulled a box out from under her pillow. "I never really told you the truth about how I met your mother. Not really. I told you we were old friends and that was it and that is where the lie is. Do you remember what I told you about your mother when you first showed up at my door step?"

***FlashBack 4 years prior****

13 year old Francis Sullivan was standing at the door of Irving Hall. His mother told him to come here if he ever needed anything, and boy did he needed help right now. Only problem is that he was nervous. He had never been out of Brooklyn before being put in the refuge and now he couldn't go back. Not with his best friend and him fighting so much. Sure, Danny couldn't force him away but Francis didn't want to stay with so much bad blood between them. Now he just had to go into this building and ask for help.......Francis wasn't moving, he must have stood there at least an hour, with thunder and lightning filling the sky; rain drops were attacking him, chills to the dept of his bones yet he couldn't force his feet to move forward towards the warmth of Irving Hall.
Medda Larkson had been informed of the Boy who was standing outside Irving hall like a Statue with a small bag in his hand so she went out to see who it was. "Excuse me, may I help you?" She asked.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Since it's raining out why don't you come inside?" She said gently taking his hand and leading him in. "My Goodness, you're frozen!" Medda exclaimed. "Here, let me find some dry clothes for you to change into." She pulled open a trunk and pulled out an old shirt and a pair of pants. "Here, I'm going to go and sing now so you can get changed in here undisturbed." Then she hurried out the door.
Francis looked a little confused but one thing was true. He was cold, he needed to get dry and the first step would be a change of clothes. That's what his sister, Amanda always said. So he put on the clothes which were way too big for him then tied a piece of rope around his waist to keep his pants up. Franky, then reach into his bag and pulled out the black cowboy hat his mother had given him and put it on. It was still to big for him but it was starting to fit. Franky followed the sound of music to backstage where he saw his first Medda Larkson performance.
"Hey Kid, ain't she a beaut?" a man said having walked up beside him and started watching the show. "Best singer I've ever seen." The man said in a conversational tone.
"Yeah, she's really good...." Jack answered in awe.
"She certainly has a lot of Talent, that's for sure." He turned to Franky. "What's with the cowboy hat?" He asked in amusement. "You Jack Kelly or something?"
"Who's Jack Kelly?" Francis asked while keeping one eye on Medda. She was hypnotizing.
"He's a character in an old story book that belonged to an old friend. Hero of Santa Fe. My name's Kloppman, by the way." The man said holding out his hand.
Jack shook Kloppman's hand. "My mother used to tell me about Santa Fe. She said it was the best most magical place in the world."
Medda started another Song, 'Blue Moon' It was beautiful.
Kloppman watched her for a moment longer then pulled out a pocket watch. "I must be going now. I have responsibilities elsewhere. Maybe I'll see you around, Little Jack Kelly." He said, leaving before Francis could properly introduce himself.
"Maybe...." Franky muttered in Answer then turned to look at Medda again.
Medda finished her song and received mountains of applause. She smiled, blew kisses and made her way off stage.
"So, now are you ready to tell me why you were standing outside my place for an hour?" She asked, her tone still bright but she now had an eyebrow raised.
"Um....Well....My mother told me if I needed anything ever that I should come to Irving Hall and find Ambrosia....." He said looking down. He really felt out of place here and that made him nervous.
"Where are you from?" Medda asked completely serious now.
"Brooklyn." He answered now looking her straight in the eye.
"Is your mother still alive?" She asked quickly.
"No, she died about 5 years ago." He replied.
"I'd say that you're.....Miracles little boy." She said smiling again though it didn't reach her eyes. "And that would make you Francis Sullivan right?"
"Yeah! How'd you know?" Jack asked with immediate suspicion.
"Because I'm Ambrosia and I'm an old friend of your mother's. How did you end up needing my help?" She asked as she started back towards her dressing room expecting Franky to follow.
"I can't go back to Brooklyn, he'll find me there...." Franky started. It wasn't technically a lie, he just decided not to mention his fight with Danny. "And I don't know anywhere else."
"Who'll find you?" Medda asked, pouring herself a glass of water upon their arrival in her change room. She put it to her lips for a nice good drink.
"Snyder"
CRASH! Medda had dropped the glass and it shattered into a million pieces spreading glass and water everywhere. Medda whirled around to stare at him. "Why are you involved with him?!"
"I was caught after my father was arrested and Snyder said since I had nowhere to go I should be put in the refuge for my own good." Franky answered, again not an actual lie. "He seemed a little obsessed with me though...."
"Franky, you're what? 12?" Medda asked while sitting down to calm her nerves.
"13" Franky answered and his chin went up a bit with pride.
"There are some thing about yourself you should know...." She gestured to a chair. "Have a seat."
Francis sat and looked almost nervous. "Yeah?"
"You always believed that Francis Sullivan Sr was your father but that's not quite true...." Medda seemed to be struggling.
"What do you mean?" Francis asked. For some reason his stomach tightened and he had the overwhelming feeling that this would just get worse.
"Your mother was in the Refuge when she was about 16....A lot of girls were...."
"There weren't any when I was there...except Mandy and Jessie" Franky said confused.
"Well, they were probably there temporarily and your mother was mainly to blame for that.....You see, Snyder is a very sick man, when his wife died and his daughter ran away, he snapped. He blamed his daughter for his wife's death so he searched for her, went insane looking. When he finally found her, he wanted to do anything to hurt her, that included raping one of her closest friends. Your mother." Medda seemed choked up but managed to continue just barely. "You were conceived and the Bull-....I mean, police officers, found out about it so they made it impossible for girls to be put in the Refuge while Snyder was in charge. All the girls were set free, and most of them were so scared they just packed up and left. Your mother married the first person she could find to make you legitimate and that's how you ended up being here."
"So he's my father?" Franky asked, completely dumbstruck.
"He helped conceive you, I wouldn't say he's anymore your father then he was his daughter's. I just suggest you stay as far away from him as possible. How did you get out of the Refuge anyway?" Medda asked, trying to get her mind off their former topic. If she didn't think about it, it wouldn't depress her.
"We just kinda left.....Three of us went separate and the guards couldn't follow us all. They all left after a bit of a chase and I walked out the front gate behind the nun carriage." Franky answered still trying to digest the fact that he was a mistake. Tears came to his eyes and he angrily wiped them away. "What am I gonna do?"
"You could always be a Newsie.... I think you were born to do it. I'll bring you over to the lodging house tomorrow." Medda said before giving him a bed and letting him fall unconscious.

The next day they walked to the lodging house and Medda brought him in. "Hey Kloppman, I have a new recruit here for you"
Kloppman turned and looked at Franky. "If it isn't Little Jack Kelly, I was wondering if you would end up here. It's a penny a night and the first night is free. You just have to sign in." He said pulling out a book.
Franky looked at some of the names. "Glue? Donuts? Randomness?" He asked, reading off some of them.
"People don't usually sign their real names. They usually have nicknames to avoid being found.
"Alright." Franky picked up the pen and in bold letters he wrote 'Jack Kelly'
Kloppman just smiled and said. "Welcome Mister Kelly. Right this way."

***End flashback***

Jack looked at Medda. "Yeah, I remember what you told me."
"Remember how I said you were born to be a Newsie?" Medda asked putting the box on her lap.
"Yeah" Jack answered, still unsure where this was going.
"Your mother was a Newsie named Miracles. I was one too....Ambrosia, if you remembered that aspect of the conversation. She was one of the best; heck, all the girls were. She used to call you her miracle. Did you know that?"
Jack shook his head. "I always thought I ruined her life." He was getting more and more emotional as this conversation continued. He just had too much stress today.
"No, she looked you Jack. You were her light that made her go on. You probably were the one thing that kept her alive in the Refuge, the fact that you needed her."
"Why are you telling me this now?" Jack said as he fought valiantly against tears.
"Because Kloppman is opening up the girls bunk room in the Lodging house again and he had some of your mother's things there.-"
"She was a Manhattan Newsie?!" Jack exclaimed jumping up. "Under Kloppman!?"
"Yeah, she was. Kloppman's been running that place since what seems like forever. Anyway, one of those things was her treasure chest and I thought you should have it."
"Treasure chest?" Jack asked, sitting down again, immediately subdued.
"Some called it the collection boxes. Here, this is her's" Medda said, handing him the wooden box with the word Miracles on it.
"You put your names on them?" Jack asked while looking at the box with a eyes full of awe.
"Nope, we put what we collected on them. I was talent because it was decided that I collected Talent. Her's was Miracle because she always believed that the impossible could happen and she made it happen. That was also the reasoning behind her name. You reminded me of her during the strike. How you managed to make the most powerful man in New York to buckle under your demands. That's something she would do." Medda said with a small smile.
"How do I open this?" Jack asked as he struggled to open it.
"Hit the bottom and the back then it should pop open." Medda answered, sitting up a little higher.
"What's in it?" Jack questioned as he did what he was told.
"I don't know, we never told everyone else what we kept in ours. It was our most prized possessions."
Jack opened it and all he found was a tied together book and a bunch of notes. "What's this?" He asked holding up the book.
Medda grinned. "I haven't seen that in Forever. That's the adventure of Jack Kelly, first edition."
Jack raised an eye-brow while looking at it.
"Your mother made up the stories that always took place in Santa Fe. An other Newsie Named Ink wrote them and Stained-Glass Illustrated them. That was the first one. After that they got a little common, but we were all so proud of the first one. If you happen to find the other ones, read them. I always thought they were pretty good." Medda said. "Kelly, I'm tired now. You should probably be going to bed too, nearly lights out."
Jack smiled at her, kissed her forehead then left the room.

"Kloppman?" Jack said as they were walking back to the Lodging house. David had walked home with Sarah so it was just Kloppman and Georgia with him and Kloppman was carrying Peach because she had fallen asleep and they hadn't the heart to wake her.
"Yeah Jack?"
"Do you have any copies of the adventures of Jack Kelly?"
Kloppman blinked at him. "How'd you know about those?"
Jack showed him the box. "Medda told me. She also told me my mother was a newsie named Miracles."
Kloppman didn't look surprised. "I'm not surprised. I thought you might me. The hat gave it away. She always insisted that Jack have a black hat and red Bandana. His side kick on the other hand..."
"He had a sidekick?" He asked his interest even more picked.
"Yeah, his sidekick was a girl with a red hat and black bandana. You can't have a bunk room of girls writing a story without a strong female character. At least not with Peach in charge." Kloppman said laughing a little.
"Kloppman, can you tell me about what my mother was like?" Jack asked with a twinge of nervousness.
"Sure kid, it all started when she showed up at the lodging house in the middle of a snow storm looking like a snowman, she had been kicked out of the orphanage because of having scarlet fever. It was a miracle she survived. She was just getting over it when she looked for shelter with us and that's how she became miracles. Boy did that girl have spunk...." Kloppman said, continuing with the story of Jack's mother the whole way to the lodging house.

Author's Note: I know this was a bit of a risky chapter but I decided that this should be how it all happened. My friend and Editor Nikki was a little worried too but she figured I could do it. Also, I know this chapter had nothing to do with Georgia but it was a necessary chapter. Please review, I would really love it. You can flame too if you want but please make it constructive. It always seems like people who flame for the sake of flaming are a little silly, but maybe that's just me. Hope you liked it!