Disclaimer: I own everyone except Spot and Jack.

Author's Note: This chapter is for Merlin's Quill, Dagger and Riot. All of whom reviewed. I probably wouldn't be writting this yet if it weren't for you guys. I hope everyone likes it and appreciate the fact that I haven't written my English essay that is due in 2 days and I really should have instead of writting this, but what can I say? This is far more interesting. I feel I should point out that This Story takes place before the strike, 3 to 6 months before.
Oh and,
Merlin's Quill: Don't worry, Eyes and Gem are definitely not related to Spot *evil laugh*
Nikki: I can too get away with this without getting flamed.
Now, one with the show.

Brooklyn's Mist
by Randomness

"Oh my God" was all Spot could say. His mind could barely process what was happening and it went on a type of autopilot.
"Think you could get off my stomach, Spotty Dog?" Eyes said half-joking.
Spot stood and offered Eyes a hand up, which Eyes thankfully took. "Four-Leaf, take the girl and sell for the day. Me and this Kid have something things to settle." He said dragging Eyes away with letting go. He seemed to remember something and turned. "You take care of that little girl. As far as I'm concerned, for now she's a Brooklyn Newsie." He grumbled and stormed away dragging Eyes behind him.
Four-Leaf looked at the little Girl. "Um, I guess I'm your selling partner for the day. What's your name?" He asked uncertainly. The only girl he ever knew was his mother, He wasn't good with Kids either.
"I'm Gem!" She said happily. "And you're lucky to be selling with me. Wanna know why?"
Four-Leaf could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Um...why?"
"Because if you sell with me, you sell with the best!" She said excitedly.
"Oh brother" Four Leaf muttered, taking Gem's hand and leading her to a better selling spot. "This is gonna be a long day...."

"You gonna tell me where we're going, Spotty Dog or is it a surprise?" Eyes asked in amusement.
Spot was still in autopilot and was just dragging Eyes to a place where they could discuss Eyes sudden reappearance without any interruptions. They were heading for the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Oh No!" Eyes yelled with a voice full of fear as they started to cross the bridge. "We ain't going where I think we're going are we?"
Spot didn't answer but just kept going.
Eyes looked petrified. "Spot, we can't do this. We ain't kids anymore! Do you even realize how dangerous this is?? We haven't even tried this since we were 7 years old!!" Eyes started to rant.
Spot just kept going, until he reached his destination, about a third of the way across the bridge. He turned to Eyes. "You go first."
A strange look came across Eyes' Face. Eyes smirked almost dangerously and answered. "Okay, but if I die, I blame you" .
"Okay, go" Spot said emotionlessly. He was still trying to assimilate Eyes appearance in Brooklyn at all.
"All right, you asked for it!" Eyes said dangerously. In one swift motion, Eyes kissed him quickly on the lips then grabbed the bottom railing and swung underneath the bridge.
"Oh my God." Spot murmured to himself. "Amanda Sullivan just kissed me..."
Soon both Eyes and Spot were straddling a beam, leaning against one that was upright behind them. Underneath them was the East River. No one would bother them now.
"What are you doing back in New York, Amanda?" Spot growled.
Eyes, aka Amanda raised an Eyebrow. "It's nice to see you too Spotty Dog." She said sarcastically, the smirk never leaving her face. "You know, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news but unless we've both kept in incredibly good shape, we aren't going to be able to get back on the bridge."
"We'll deal with that later." Spot said, running his fingers through his hair a few times while trying to think of what to say or do.
"Well since you found me, I might as well tell you. Brooklyn's Guard Dawg told me to call you a troll for him and to say sorry he couldn't stick around but he didn't want another run in with the bulls. He isn't legally allowed back in New York for another 3 years."
Spot's brain was now almost completely thawed. "I haven't laid eyes on you in five years, Amanda. Care to share what you've been doing all that time?" He asked, trying not to sound as curious as he actually was or how worried he had been.
Amanda took a moment to consider what to tell him and then she started her tale. "Basically. Last you saw me, Franky and me were breaking Jess out of the refuge, right?" Eyes asked.
"Yeah, that sounds about right." Spot said thinking back sadly to that time in his life. It wasn't a pretty time for him.
"Right, well basically. We agreed to go our separate ways but I saw the guards were nearly on top of Franky, even though those throwbacks from the dark ages didn't realize it. I distracted them and Franky and Jess got away. I didn't. Spent a couple years in the Refuge, broke out with Dawg, went to Chicago, got in trouble and came back here" Eyes answered casually.
"Snyder couldn't keep you in the refuge, you're a girl." Spot stated disbelievingly.
"He can if he shaves my head, keeps my face dirty and gives me a private room. At least he could until I was 14 and broke out."
"Well that explains the short hair, and the General maleness that you have going. Does your brother know your in New York?" Spot asked almost-worried, he may have been powerful but he didn't want another blow up with Jack.
"No, he doesn't know, and he isn't going to know. As long as you don't tell him that is" Eyes answered.
"And if he recognizes you? What are you gonna do then huh?"
Eyes looked at Spot in disbelief. "Do you honestly think he'll recognize me? He barely laid eyes on me my whole life, why would he recognize me now huh?"
"I recognized yah..."
"Yeah, well I practically lived at your house for most of my childhood, does it really surprise you that much?"
"I guess not.....So we don't tell Jack?" Spot clarified.
"Who's Jack?" Eyes asked confused.
"Sorry, Amanda. I meant Franky. He goes by Jack Kelly now. Okay, since you're staying in Brooklyn, you're staying with me. Don't bother to argue this Amanda. We'll share my room and you'll go on pretending to be a boy while you're here. I assume you remember how to sell papes?" He asked inquiringly.
"Yes."
"Good. I suppose you can go by the name Manders or something. That sounds almost guyish, until we can find you a Newsie name."
"I have a Newsie Name." Eyes interrupted.
"Oh and what's that?" Spot asked, more annoyed then ever at being interrupted.
"Misty Eyes. Dawg picked it. It got modified to Mr. Eyes for a while and a lot of people just call me Eyes."
"Alright, Eyes it is. One more thing that's kinda bugging me. Why'd you help Jack?" Spot asked as he started to get up.
"It's no surprise that I hate Jack, you know that, but he's my brother and I'm loyal to family. I still hate him and would like to see him rot in hell but I don't want him stuck with Snyder. That man creeps me out." Eyes smiled at Spot for the first time since they ran into each other. "Now how are we going to get out of here? Since we didn't bring our rope ladder."
"To be quite honest, I forgot we needed a rope ladder to get back up...." Spot said blushing slightly.
"I figured as much."
"Why'd you kiss me?" Spot asked, suddenly remembering what happened before they ended up under the bridge.
"Because I'm evil, mean and heartless." She answered, the smirk returning to her face. "I think I have an Idea."
"What?" Spot asked, he didn't notice when the smirk disapeared but he certainly noticed when it reappeared again. There was something about that smirk that almost made him believe he was talking to a different person intirely.
"How far down would you say the river is?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Too far! Don't even try it Amanda." Spot said in a warning tone.
"What are you afraid I'm gonna jump?" Eyes asked standing on the beam that she had been sitting on. She looked incredibly amused.
"Weren't you the one who said it was dangerous?" Spot asked, as his stomach filled with knots.
"Yes, but now we're down here and we have no way to get back up so we might as well have a little fun. Shouldn't we?" She asked jumping to the next beam over.
"This is insane Amanda!" Spot nearly yelled.
"What? Is the famous Spot Conlon scared?" She asked innocently before jumping to the next one. Below her is nothing but air.
"I'm gonna regret this." Spot murmured to himself before following her.

"Wow, you are good at this" Four-Leaf told Gem as they were walking back to the distribution centre to gt more papes.
"Dawg said that that's because I'm an anamolony."
"A what?" Four-Leaf asked, completely baffled.
"Something unusual. People don't usually see little girl Newsies so they'll more likely buy from them. Least that's what Dawg said."
"Well you can sell with me anytime. I've never sold this many papes. Even splitting the money evenly, I've never made this much." Four-Leaf exclaimed keeping tight hold on the little girl's hand.
Another Newsie saw him approaching.
"Hey Four-Leaf! You done selling already?" Midget asked. He was one of the older Newsies, almost 17 but he had been a Newsie since he was three and though he was quite tall now, the old name stuck.
"Yeah, Spot let me borrow Gem here for the day and she's downright magic. She cleared out all my papes in an hour." Four-Leaf Gloated as he bought another hundred papes.
"Well ain't you lucky. Where has Spot been anyway? He hasn't been near his selling Spot all day."
"He had to deal with someone who's been selling in Brooklyn without his permission." Four-Leaf said matter of Factly. "I hope he lets the new kid stay though...."
Midget looked at Four-Leaf in surprise, he knew this 'new kid' had been stealing Four-Leaf's spot. "Why?"
"Because he's the one that brought Gem and if he sticks around maybe I can borrow Gem more often." He answered. "Gotta go, Midget. See yah later."
"Hey Gem!" A tall man whispered from an alley right where Gem was walking with Four-Leaf.
Gem turned and saw who it was then ran into the alley with Four-Leaf running after her, desperately trying to catch her before anything bad could happen.
Four-Leaf finally caught her hand and pulled her behind him while facing this strange man. "So, you're Gem's guardian while Eyes is with Spot huh?" The man asked amused by the whole situation.
Four-Leaf put on a brave front even though he knew he couldn't take this person in a fight. "Yeah, that's right. If you want her, you'll have to go through me."
"You're brave kid but Gem here is my pal, ain't that right Gem?" The man said kindly.
"Yep!"
"I just need ta talk to the kid for a second. You can even stay if you want." The man said Gently.
"Only if you tell me your name." Four Leaf answered, holding Gem's hand even though she was trying to squirm away.
"Alright, I expect this to stay between us though..." He answered and continued after four-leaf nodded. "I'm Guard-Dawg Conlon. Though most people just call me Dawg...."
Four Leaf's Jaw dropped. "Guard Dawg of Brooklyn? Greatest newsie leader ever!?"
The man smiled vainly at the praise. "I used to be a Brooklyn leader but I doubt I could claim most famous..." He said smugly.
"You're second only to Gables Conlon, first leader of Brooklyn!" Four-Leaf almost yelled.
"So, I assume you'll let me talk to my protege?"
"You're what?"
"Gem, can I talk to Gem?" Dawg stated plainly.
"Oh! Of course" Four-Leaf said, releasing Gem to talk to Dawg.

"Amanda! This is Insane!" Spot yelled when they got to a huge gap between beams. Only a fool would not be afraid, but Amanda wasn't.
"Come on, Spot. It's only a little fun..." She said still smirking.
"No, That's it, we're done beam hopping. We're going to carefully walk down this beam until we get to Brooklyn and then were going to get off this bridge. No arguments, no reinterpretations. Got it?!" He almost yelled.
"Yeah, I got it." She answered. The smirk was off her face but there was still on evil glint in her eye.
"Now, let's go." He muttered angrily. Spot had never been so scared in his life. He didn't like being scared, so he became angry at everyone and everything because of it.

"Gemstone, I need you to promise not to tell Eyes I was here. Promise?" Dawg asked. He was on his knees so he could talk eye to eye with Gem.
"Doesn't she know you're here?" Gem asked in confusion.
"Nope, she thinks I'm on a train back to Chicago as we speak but I couldn't leave just yet. See my baby brother lives here. Eyes and him used to be good friends but I need to tell about what happens to Eyes sometimes so he can help keep her safe."
"But Dawg, It hasn't happened to Eyes in a LONG time." She said using her hands to emphasise.
"That's because you're there Princess. When you aren't with Eyes it still happens sometimes. So I need you to give Spot this letter for me. Promise?" Dawg asked holding out a sealed envelope.
"I promise, but how will I know who he is?" She asked, taking the letter and stuffing it down the front of her dress.
"He sort of looks like me." Dawg said while trying to think of a description of his brother that Gem would easily remember. "He has a cane with a gold top, a key tied around his neck on a shoe lace and a slingshot on him at all times."
"Alright, I'm gonna miss ya Dawg. You were like my dad or something." Gem started to say as tears filled her eyes.
"Nah, you ain't gonna miss me. Wanna know why?" Dawg asked as he lift her chin to look at him.
"Why?" She asked, her little Lip shaking.
"Because I'm with yah all the time. That's why. You can't get rid of me as easily as you think, runt. Whenever you need ta talk to me, just close your eyes and you'll see me, simple as that." Dawg whispered giving her a hug and then standing. He brought Gem back to Four-Leaf.
"Come on Gem, let's sell us some papers." Four-Leaf said, knowing that Dawg wanted them to leave.
They were almost out of the alley when Dawg suddenly yelled. "Hey Gem"
Gem turned to look at Dawg.
"You're still my Best Girl" He said blowing her a kiss and then heading up a fire Escape.
Gem watched him depart and whispered. "I'll always be your best girl..."

"Hey Spot, where was yah all day?" Match-Box asked. He was Spot's age and was one of Spot's closest friends. He was also one of the 4 Brooklyn advisors. Though decisions about how to run Brooklyn were always strictly in Spot's hands. He got their opinions because they seemed to perceive things in a different light since they were all so different.
"I was playing hopscotch just under the Brooklyn Bridge." He answered sarcastically while he pulled Eyes through the window with him. They were on the fire escape with Spot's four advisors. MatchBox, SwitchBlade, Mousetrap, and Mystery.
"And, who's the new kid?" Mystery asked. Like all the other advisors, he was older than Spot. Some people say that Spot made those older than him advisors so they wouldn't try to take the leadership of Brooklyn, but Spot hasn't ever mentioned anything about it.
"This is Mr. Eyes. An old Friend of mine from before I became a Newsie. Him and his kid Sister Gem'll be stayin here for a while. They'll get the spare bed in my room since there ain't any free bunks right now." Spot said, his stance almost yelling the authority he held.
"That sounds fine, it'll be interesting having a girl in the Lodging house, but isn't that against the rules somewhere?" Matchbox asked, his eyes full of Mischief.
"Yeah, but there's a loop hole, girls have ta have older brothers to take care of them and Eyes here'll take care of her." Spot answered.
"He any good at selling?" Mystery asked. He could be called the paranoid one of the group.
"Yeah, he's one of the best. Learned with me from Dawg." Spot answered.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say that we don't have any objections and we'll back you up on this." Mousetrap interrupted.
"Thanks." Spot said, bringing Eyes to his room through another window and selling out the rest of the world.
"What was that about?" Eyes asked. "I thought you were the grand high leader of Brooklyn"
"I am" Spot said quickly. "Those people were the only Newsies that were older then me when I came to power that didn't get kicked out during the lovely little coup d'etat I had to pull. They're Smart and usually are a big help. Plus if they completely back me up it makes transitions a lot easier."
Eyes looked around the room and dropped her and Gem's Bag on their new Bed. "What's Franky Been doing lately?"
"He's basically, the unofficial leader of Manhattan."
Eyes burst out laughing. "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not. What's so funny?" Spot asked, nearly insulted.
"It's just, you're the leader of Brooklyn and he's the unofficial leader of Manhattan." Eyes answered, trying to control her laughter.
"Your point?"
"Well, you were Born in Manhattan and Franky was Born in Brooklyn, that just struck me as incredibly funny."
Spot shook his head in defeat. "Get some sleep Eyes, I'm going to go talk to the guys." He said, leaving the room.

"That's gotta be him...." Gem muttered as she saw Spot enter the bunkroom. "He's got the cane, and the slingshot...I can't see a Key anywhere, but he even looks a bit like Dawg..."
She tiptoed over to him as quietly as she could. This guy scared her a little. He wasn't open like Four-Leaf, or joking like Dawg.....He was different.... "Um, excuse me. Mr Spot?" She asked quietly as she tugged on his sleeve.
He turned and looked at her curiously. "Yeah? Whaddya want?"
"Um, are you Mr. Spot Conlon?"
He gave her the famous Conlon Grin. "That would be me."
"I'm supposed to give you this. I can't tell you were I got it though and you can't tell Eyes about it, Promise?" She whispered to him very seriously.
"Sure, I promise." Spot answered casually.
"Alright, here." She said giving him the letter. Gem ran and hid behind Four-Leaf as soon as it was in Spot's hand.

It was a clear sky that Night, and a full moon. The streets were deserted because of the late hour and it seemed like nothing was moving at all. Spot approached the end of the Dock and carefully watched for any signs of life.
A hand reached out of the Shadows, slowly and carefully and when that hand shook Spot, he jumped a mile.
"Got yah, Puppy Dawg" Dawg said laughing as he stepped out of the shadows.
"Dawg! If I wasn't so glad ta see yah I'd probably soak yah" Spot yelled as he hugged his brother.
Dawg laughed again. "Yeah, you'd try, You'd never succeed though. Don't forget who taught you how ta fight."
Spot was smiling ear to ear. The mask he wore while leading Brooklyn was completely gone now.
"I'm here to talk about Eyes." Dawg said sitting down. "There are a few things you should know about her."
"There's very little I don't know about her." Spot answered sitting down too.
"That was then, this is now. Little AmSam has been away for a VERY long time and came back as Misty Eyes, there a some things that happened to her that even I don't know. All I know is what the results were."
"I'm listening." Spot said, leaning closer to catch every word.
"For one thing, she's petrified of heights. I know she never used to be but now she is. Simple as that. My theory is that it's because of that nasty fall she took out of that tree 7 years ago. Nest thing and probably the most important. Try to keep Gem with her as often as possible. When Gem ain't with her, and Eyes is really scared, she changes. Eyes practically becomes someone different, She's reckless, careless; Frankly, she doesn't give a damn about anything when she's like that. Especially her own life."
"Does she smirk when she's like that?" Spot asked, as tiny little men with sledgehammers were turning his stomach to a mess of mush.
"Yeah, You've seen it?" Dawg asked calmly.
"Yeah, I've seen it. How do you prevent it?"
"Keep Gem with her, no matter what's going on, she doesn't change when Gem's around. A guy in Chicago says it's a defence mechanism and that something REALLY traumatic musta happened for it to have developed but if she feels safe or has someone she needs to protect, it doesn't happen no matter how dangerous the situation. Simple as that. One more thing you should know." Dawg continued.
"Yeah?"
"When she changes back and forth, she doesn't seem to realize she does it. It all seems perfectly logical in her mind. She doesn't question it, and keep her away from Franky. She blames him for an awful lot..."
"But she said it was her call ta stay in the refuge..." Spot said extremely confused.
"I never said she blamed him for that." Dawg answered, reaching over to mess up Spot's hair a little. "You need a hair cut."
"You always say that, unfortunately for you though, I like my hair so I ain't gettin it cut" Spot answered smiling. It really was good to see his brother again.
"It's been fun, Puppy Dawg, but now I really gotta go." Dawg said after a moment of hesitation. "You don't need me hanging around Brooklyn so I'm gonna head back to Chicago, honestly this time. You've done a great Job here Kid. You're a better leader than I was."
Spot looked up at his brother, the kid who ran Brooklyn and raised him when their parents died. "No, not yet." He answered
They spit-shook and Dawg walked away leaving Spot to stare at his reflection over the dock and try to figure out what he was going to do....

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, this went a little longer then I thought it would and it probably seems really confusing right now. If it sounds a little cliche now, it might be and it probably will sound even more cliche in the next episode but there is still the extremely uncliche element of Amanda hating Jack. Has that ever honestly happened in a Newsie Story where Jack's Sister hates him? If you've heard of one could you tell me? I'd love to read it.
That's another thing I should mention. Amanda Hates Jack. I personally don't. I didn't making a Jerk or a hateable guy at all. She has her reasons which you'll find out later. You'll probably even hear Jack's side of it. PLEASE REVIEW!! It's a proven fact that I get work down quicker if I get reviews. This would have been done weeks ago if it wasn't for Family crisis. See yah soon!