The two walked over the bridge and Cards held a small smile as she saw a few kids yell off the Bridge. She loved watching them, they were so young and innocent most of them would have years to go before they made choices that would change their lives.

"Ya gotta get up earileh den da guys." Spot remarked breaking the uneasy silence.

"Huh?" Cards was shaken out of her reverie.

"If ya wanna showeh."

"Nah Spot, I'm gunna do it in front a dem, sepecially Fists." Cards raised an eye brow. "I ain't stupid. An' I do know da basics." She reminded him.

"How was I supposed ta know dat, all you was was a goil who stole my beer, and I had ta take out and give a home ta that some oen Ise gunna trust wid a spot dat could be used foir a guy."

"But ya did."

"It was ya face, wid all da print on it." Spot shrugged. "I just figahed dat no goil who wasn't a newsie would have newsprint on hoir face."

"Oh yeah," her eyes looked off into the distance. "Spot why are we here?"

"On da Bridge? Because we need ta get ta Brooklyn befoir night fall." Spot said wondering if the girl was crazy.

"Nah I mean on da eoith" Cards explained laughing at his tone.

"Because some one up dere wanted a laugh." Spot shrugged "that's always how I thought of it, ya know."

"I guess." Cards muttered shivering even in the warm August heat Spot drew her closer as they reached the halfway point. "I'm jelous a Preacher." She said suddenly.

"Why?" Spot asked a little startled after her blatant argument against him.

"Not jus him, Mush and dem kids ovah dere who are holler'n off da bridge." She gestured to them. "They innocent."

"Mush has seen more den enough."

"Not dat kind," Cards clarified "Da kind where ya still got hope."

"A ya ain't?" Spot asked.

"I'm living with a bunch of guys, how much hope could I have left?"

Spot paused and thought about that she was right, no one but Preacher and the youngest boys had hope in the Lodging house, for some reason he wanted to make her feel better. He wasn't good at talking about things but he could sense the bitterness in Cards' tone. Spot did the only thing he could do to help her, he stopped her and kissed her.

Disclaimer: I own Cards and Preacher, Disney owns Spot and Mush.

Author's Notes: YAY! Okay Thank Katheryn for making me update, she tempted Spotmuse with the idea of fresh baked cookies and I am surprised no one caitalized on my muse's weakness sooner. Spotmuse read the review and promptly made me write. Also I am figuring out how to get my own NEW computer! Yeah really hard to do actually but I might be able to get it really soon! So that will mean more updates and they will be betaed!

Shout-Outs:

Shortie: You have no idea how bad it was. Next time I'm at my mom's then I'll send it to you it was horrible. Long chapter but HORRIBLE!! And I am TRYING to make them longer I swear! I'm trying to figure out how to introduce you and all!!! I do not think it is pathetic that you wanna be in other peoples fics! During that whole "Who wants to be in a Newsies Fic" thing I was applying for EVERYTHING! I seriously didn't care who my char ended up with as long as she was in it!

Blink's-Tiger: **Hands her Jumbo pen with a house for the Blinkchibis** There ya go! Have fun!

Katheryn Mason-Sykes: Well you already know that your Cookies were the key to this chapter being written so fast! Take a bow and **Spotmuse runs over "GIMMIE MY COOKIES!"** You might wanna make sure you can fulfill that promise!

Falco: Yeah, I really tried to make the guys and her realistic, she is drunk though in that chapter so she will give Spot a lot less lip and stuff. But she still is very Strong! I mean like personality wise! Yes Spot is a Possessive twit isn't he? But he relaxes!