***Disclaimer***I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I don't own any of the
characters except, Leigh, Ten, (Aunt) Claire, Rick, Conlon, Donna, Charles,
and Red (There might be more, I think that's it though).
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"Holding each other, getting hurt, then loss-- Everyone hurts the one they hold most dear." (Through the Night: Outlaw Star)
Leigh awoke the next morning, noticing that she wasn't in her bed. She glanced around, seeing that no one was in the room with her. Her eyebrows began to rise as she realized that she was in Spot's room. "What da hell?" She asked aloud.
"You fell asleep in here last night. Do ya remember?" Spot asked as he entered his room, rubbing the remains of the shaving lather, which was on his face, off. Leigh smiled as she remembered what had happened the following night. A feeling of relief washed over her.
"Sorry about dat." She removed the covers that Spot had laid upon her, revealing that she still was fully dressed from yesterday, and got up to wash.
"It's all right. I was comfortable." Spot went over to his bed and sat upon it as he reached for his shoes that lay underneath it.
"So, are we off ta Manhattan tanight? It is Friday, isn't it?" Leigh asked as she popped her head out from behind the side of the wall.
"Yeah, we are." Spot finished tying his shoe. "I feel so guilty, but why? I mean it's not like I did kill er old man or anythin'." Spot rose from the bed. "I'll be outside." He shouted as he exited the room.
"Alright. Be down in a few minutes." Leigh shouted back as she finished washing her face.
"I guess I feel bad because I'm keepin' somethin' from er. Fine, I'll tell er, but not now. I'll tell er after tanight."
"Hey! Youse ready? or are ya gonna spend all day dreamin'?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, let's go get our papes."
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"Hey! Youse gonna spend all night dreamin'?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry Jack. So where are we headed?"
"To da refuge." Jack said as he searched for a cigarette in his coat pocket. Defeated in not finding one he let out an aggravated sigh. Spot tosses him one of his own cigarettes. Jack catches it and gives Spot a nod of thanks.
"Aren't we gonna need help if she's in da refuge?" Jack drags on his cigarette, and he then offers it to Spot. Spot refuses it.
"We do got help. Me boys are all waitin'. I can't stand seeing im like dis." Jack thought to himself as he saw the anguish and pain that lived within his friend. "I'm only glade dat it's not too late for im and Leigh. I can't believe dat night started off like any Friday. All of us were tagether and havin' a good time."
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"Oww! I can't believe he hit me!" Mush gingerly touched his already bruising eye. Specs laughed as he elbowed his complaining friend in the side.
"Come on Mush. You mean ta say dat you don't dink he had da right to?"
"Well...no! I mean it's not like I knew dat it was his goil!" Mush said defensively, as Jack placed his arm on his shoulder.
"Knew it or not, ya still kissed his goil." Jack gave his shoulder a little squeeze and then released his hold. Mush pouted his lip and sulked silently.
The group, which grew lessor in number as the hour grew later, continued to enjoy their time. Eventually the only ones that remained were Jack, Spot and Leigh. Jack sat himself upon a park bench as he watched his two friends, who stood with their hands intertwined beneath a street lamp. Jack noted how the light seemed to glow around them. Spot starred into Leigh's eyes. She studied his. Jack, beginning to feel like he was intruding upon their privacy, decided he would excuse himself for the night in a few moments.
"Leigh." Spot said while still starring into her eyes. "Might as well get it over with." He thought regrettably. Sensing that something was not right Leigh tilted her head.
"What is it Spot?"
"Leigh, dere's sometin' that you should-" Spot was stopped by being hit in the head hard by a club. Leigh let out a scream as she caught him. Jack looked up from his shoes that he had been studying at the sound of Leigh's scream. He saw Leigh holding Spot in her arms, while Spot had his hand to his bleeding forehead. He then saw the cause of it. A policeman holding a club.
"Shit!" Jack jumped off of the bench and ran toward them. As he reached the officer he drew back his fist, and with a tremendous force, punched him, causing him to become unconscious.
"Spot! Oh my gosh!" Leigh holds him in her arms. Jack looks up to see that several policemen now surround them. He grabs Spot, pulling him to his feet. As he does so Leigh is grabbed by a police officer. She is being pulled away from them by her arms. She struggles and fights, causing another officer to take hold of her, she can't fight the two men off.
Jack releases Spot as he begins to fight off the large group of policemen that surround them. Spot hears Leigh screaming and races toward her. "Leigh! Leigh!"
"Spot! Help me Spot!" Leigh breaks one of her arms free and reaches it out to Spot. Spot grabs it as guns fire. Leigh uses all the strength that she has within her and breaks free of the officers holding her, jumping in front of Spot and the bullets.
"Leigh!!!!!!! Noooooo!" Spot catches her, who now has two bullet wounds. Jack hears Spot and tries to see what is happening but is unable to do so because of the officers surrounding him.
"Leigh! Why did you do that?! You're gonna be fine Leigh!" Leigh smiles and begins to speak.
"Spot, listen ta me. Quickly take, da necklace off of, me." Spot shakes his head no.
"No. You need it!"
"Spot." She says pleadingly. He releases a sob and then does as he is told. He now holds Leigh's key in his hand. "Always remember me, as loving you." Leigh begins to cough.
"Leigh-" Spot was being pulled away from her, as a policeman was lifting her. "No! No!!!!" Three officers grab onto Spot to hold him back. One officer begins to shout to him his reasons for being arrested.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Charles Austin." Spot immediately looks at Leigh who has now stopped struggling. Her face holds disbelief, but then it turns into hatred. She begins screaming at him.
"How could you!!?? Murderer! Murderer!!"
"No! No, Leigh!" The two still are being pulled apart, Spot watches Leigh. Her eyes close and her whole body goes limp.
"Nooo!! Leigh!!!!!" He shouts as he watches her being placed into the police carriage. His eyes remain upon it as it rattles quickly away. He feels himself being released as he watches his love, his life, slip away from him. Jack grabs Spot, with his bloody hands, and begins to pull, drag him, having finished the last officer off.
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Jack unconsciously grabs his side where he had been injured as he remembered what happened that night. "There was no reasoning with Spot dat night. I can't believe dat it only happened a week ago. After it sunk in, what had happened, it was like hell for im, and everyone else, but who could blame im?" Jack thought as he recalled what happened later that night, or more accurately, that morning.
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"Holding each other, getting hurt, then loss-- Everyone hurts the one they hold most dear." (Through the Night: Outlaw Star)
Leigh awoke the next morning, noticing that she wasn't in her bed. She glanced around, seeing that no one was in the room with her. Her eyebrows began to rise as she realized that she was in Spot's room. "What da hell?" She asked aloud.
"You fell asleep in here last night. Do ya remember?" Spot asked as he entered his room, rubbing the remains of the shaving lather, which was on his face, off. Leigh smiled as she remembered what had happened the following night. A feeling of relief washed over her.
"Sorry about dat." She removed the covers that Spot had laid upon her, revealing that she still was fully dressed from yesterday, and got up to wash.
"It's all right. I was comfortable." Spot went over to his bed and sat upon it as he reached for his shoes that lay underneath it.
"So, are we off ta Manhattan tanight? It is Friday, isn't it?" Leigh asked as she popped her head out from behind the side of the wall.
"Yeah, we are." Spot finished tying his shoe. "I feel so guilty, but why? I mean it's not like I did kill er old man or anythin'." Spot rose from the bed. "I'll be outside." He shouted as he exited the room.
"Alright. Be down in a few minutes." Leigh shouted back as she finished washing her face.
"I guess I feel bad because I'm keepin' somethin' from er. Fine, I'll tell er, but not now. I'll tell er after tanight."
"Hey! Youse ready? or are ya gonna spend all day dreamin'?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, let's go get our papes."
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"Hey! Youse gonna spend all night dreamin'?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry Jack. So where are we headed?"
"To da refuge." Jack said as he searched for a cigarette in his coat pocket. Defeated in not finding one he let out an aggravated sigh. Spot tosses him one of his own cigarettes. Jack catches it and gives Spot a nod of thanks.
"Aren't we gonna need help if she's in da refuge?" Jack drags on his cigarette, and he then offers it to Spot. Spot refuses it.
"We do got help. Me boys are all waitin'. I can't stand seeing im like dis." Jack thought to himself as he saw the anguish and pain that lived within his friend. "I'm only glade dat it's not too late for im and Leigh. I can't believe dat night started off like any Friday. All of us were tagether and havin' a good time."
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"Oww! I can't believe he hit me!" Mush gingerly touched his already bruising eye. Specs laughed as he elbowed his complaining friend in the side.
"Come on Mush. You mean ta say dat you don't dink he had da right to?"
"Well...no! I mean it's not like I knew dat it was his goil!" Mush said defensively, as Jack placed his arm on his shoulder.
"Knew it or not, ya still kissed his goil." Jack gave his shoulder a little squeeze and then released his hold. Mush pouted his lip and sulked silently.
The group, which grew lessor in number as the hour grew later, continued to enjoy their time. Eventually the only ones that remained were Jack, Spot and Leigh. Jack sat himself upon a park bench as he watched his two friends, who stood with their hands intertwined beneath a street lamp. Jack noted how the light seemed to glow around them. Spot starred into Leigh's eyes. She studied his. Jack, beginning to feel like he was intruding upon their privacy, decided he would excuse himself for the night in a few moments.
"Leigh." Spot said while still starring into her eyes. "Might as well get it over with." He thought regrettably. Sensing that something was not right Leigh tilted her head.
"What is it Spot?"
"Leigh, dere's sometin' that you should-" Spot was stopped by being hit in the head hard by a club. Leigh let out a scream as she caught him. Jack looked up from his shoes that he had been studying at the sound of Leigh's scream. He saw Leigh holding Spot in her arms, while Spot had his hand to his bleeding forehead. He then saw the cause of it. A policeman holding a club.
"Shit!" Jack jumped off of the bench and ran toward them. As he reached the officer he drew back his fist, and with a tremendous force, punched him, causing him to become unconscious.
"Spot! Oh my gosh!" Leigh holds him in her arms. Jack looks up to see that several policemen now surround them. He grabs Spot, pulling him to his feet. As he does so Leigh is grabbed by a police officer. She is being pulled away from them by her arms. She struggles and fights, causing another officer to take hold of her, she can't fight the two men off.
Jack releases Spot as he begins to fight off the large group of policemen that surround them. Spot hears Leigh screaming and races toward her. "Leigh! Leigh!"
"Spot! Help me Spot!" Leigh breaks one of her arms free and reaches it out to Spot. Spot grabs it as guns fire. Leigh uses all the strength that she has within her and breaks free of the officers holding her, jumping in front of Spot and the bullets.
"Leigh!!!!!!! Noooooo!" Spot catches her, who now has two bullet wounds. Jack hears Spot and tries to see what is happening but is unable to do so because of the officers surrounding him.
"Leigh! Why did you do that?! You're gonna be fine Leigh!" Leigh smiles and begins to speak.
"Spot, listen ta me. Quickly take, da necklace off of, me." Spot shakes his head no.
"No. You need it!"
"Spot." She says pleadingly. He releases a sob and then does as he is told. He now holds Leigh's key in his hand. "Always remember me, as loving you." Leigh begins to cough.
"Leigh-" Spot was being pulled away from her, as a policeman was lifting her. "No! No!!!!" Three officers grab onto Spot to hold him back. One officer begins to shout to him his reasons for being arrested.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Charles Austin." Spot immediately looks at Leigh who has now stopped struggling. Her face holds disbelief, but then it turns into hatred. She begins screaming at him.
"How could you!!?? Murderer! Murderer!!"
"No! No, Leigh!" The two still are being pulled apart, Spot watches Leigh. Her eyes close and her whole body goes limp.
"Nooo!! Leigh!!!!!" He shouts as he watches her being placed into the police carriage. His eyes remain upon it as it rattles quickly away. He feels himself being released as he watches his love, his life, slip away from him. Jack grabs Spot, with his bloody hands, and begins to pull, drag him, having finished the last officer off.
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Jack unconsciously grabs his side where he had been injured as he remembered what happened that night. "There was no reasoning with Spot dat night. I can't believe dat it only happened a week ago. After it sunk in, what had happened, it was like hell for im, and everyone else, but who could blame im?" Jack thought as he recalled what happened later that night, or more accurately, that morning.