Reform
AU Newsies slash fic
NekoShininigami
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. If I did, you would be able to see Spot doing the wonderful pelvic thrust. But you don't, now do you? ;__; I didn't think so. Thanks go out to STAGE for telling me about Newsies and getting me hooked on Specs/Dutchy slash.
Chapter One: The Bust
Alexander Durecht, better known to his friends as "Dutchy", jogged leisurely down the darkened streets of Manhattan. Lights from the skyscrapers didn't light the streets below, which was probably just as well. The business that took place down there thrived on the dark. He wandered down into a dark alley, and a hand shot out and grabbed him.
"Listen, Dutch," a low voice hissed in his ear. "The price just upped. Coppers are getting suspicious, and we gotta protect our...enterprises." Dutch nodded carefully.
"I hear ya," he told the man holding him. "You can let go now, Skit." The hands released him, and Dutchy turned to face Skittery, head drug dealer of the 5th Street drug ring.
"So, Dutchy, my pal, what can I get for ya this fine evening?" Skittery asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Just my usual, Skit. I don't get my paycheck till Friday."
"Roger that, Dutch. The usual, coming up." Skittery disappeared for a moment, then returned, pressing a few packets into Dutchy's hand.
"Thanks, man. Where's Race tonight?" Dutchy inquired, naming Skittery's right-hand man. Dutchy could just make out the frown on Skittery's face.
"Race? Little bugger's the one who made the cops start sniffing around, what with those damn bets he always makes. I told him to lay low at his ma's for a while. Till stuff settles down, ya know?" Dutchy nodded, pulling some cash out of his pocket to give to Skittery. "God bless ya, Dutch." Dutchy smirked.
"If there is one, Skit. If there is one." With that, he turned to walk away.
Suddenly, a bright light clicked on, temporarily blinding the spectacled blonde.
"FREEZE!" a deep voice commanded. To startled to do much else, Dutchy did as he was told. A tall man, whose features Dutchy couldn't make out, rushed forward and seized his arms.
"What's your name?" a voice demanded in his ear.
"A-Alexander D-D-Durecht," Dutchy stuttered, shaking like a leaf.
"Alexander Durecht, you are being placed under arrest by the New York Police Department, East Manhattan division, for possession and suspected usage of an illegal drug. Your rights are as follows. You have the right to remain silent, as anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, who will defend you in a court of law. If you cannot afford an attorney, we will appoint you one. Mr. Durecht, do you understand these rights?" Dutchy tried to form a coherent response from trembling lips. Never in his life had he been so afraid. Police were as intimidating and frightening as they had always seemed. "Mr. Durecht, DO you understand these rights?" the man demanded again.
"Y-yes," Dutchy managed. Obviously noting Dutchy's petrified demeanor, the stranger gently guided Dutchy to a cop car, one hand placed comfortingly, but firmly, on the small of his back. Two cops were seated in the front seats of the vehicle, and the other sat in the back alongside Dutchy, placing the handcuffs on his wrists and extracting the drugs from his pockets. The car began to pull out from the scene, and Dutchy stared out of the window, as if getting his last glimpse of New York without bars in his immediate vision.
~End Chapter One~
Author Notes: O_o; Wow. My first Newsies fic. AU, even. No mean feat for a meager authoress, such as myself. My mind, which lacks self-esteem, needs some feedback. Care to tell me what you think? ...Please? R+R!
AU Newsies slash fic
NekoShininigami
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. If I did, you would be able to see Spot doing the wonderful pelvic thrust. But you don't, now do you? ;__; I didn't think so. Thanks go out to STAGE for telling me about Newsies and getting me hooked on Specs/Dutchy slash.
Chapter One: The Bust
Alexander Durecht, better known to his friends as "Dutchy", jogged leisurely down the darkened streets of Manhattan. Lights from the skyscrapers didn't light the streets below, which was probably just as well. The business that took place down there thrived on the dark. He wandered down into a dark alley, and a hand shot out and grabbed him.
"Listen, Dutch," a low voice hissed in his ear. "The price just upped. Coppers are getting suspicious, and we gotta protect our...enterprises." Dutch nodded carefully.
"I hear ya," he told the man holding him. "You can let go now, Skit." The hands released him, and Dutchy turned to face Skittery, head drug dealer of the 5th Street drug ring.
"So, Dutchy, my pal, what can I get for ya this fine evening?" Skittery asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Just my usual, Skit. I don't get my paycheck till Friday."
"Roger that, Dutch. The usual, coming up." Skittery disappeared for a moment, then returned, pressing a few packets into Dutchy's hand.
"Thanks, man. Where's Race tonight?" Dutchy inquired, naming Skittery's right-hand man. Dutchy could just make out the frown on Skittery's face.
"Race? Little bugger's the one who made the cops start sniffing around, what with those damn bets he always makes. I told him to lay low at his ma's for a while. Till stuff settles down, ya know?" Dutchy nodded, pulling some cash out of his pocket to give to Skittery. "God bless ya, Dutch." Dutchy smirked.
"If there is one, Skit. If there is one." With that, he turned to walk away.
Suddenly, a bright light clicked on, temporarily blinding the spectacled blonde.
"FREEZE!" a deep voice commanded. To startled to do much else, Dutchy did as he was told. A tall man, whose features Dutchy couldn't make out, rushed forward and seized his arms.
"What's your name?" a voice demanded in his ear.
"A-Alexander D-D-Durecht," Dutchy stuttered, shaking like a leaf.
"Alexander Durecht, you are being placed under arrest by the New York Police Department, East Manhattan division, for possession and suspected usage of an illegal drug. Your rights are as follows. You have the right to remain silent, as anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, who will defend you in a court of law. If you cannot afford an attorney, we will appoint you one. Mr. Durecht, do you understand these rights?" Dutchy tried to form a coherent response from trembling lips. Never in his life had he been so afraid. Police were as intimidating and frightening as they had always seemed. "Mr. Durecht, DO you understand these rights?" the man demanded again.
"Y-yes," Dutchy managed. Obviously noting Dutchy's petrified demeanor, the stranger gently guided Dutchy to a cop car, one hand placed comfortingly, but firmly, on the small of his back. Two cops were seated in the front seats of the vehicle, and the other sat in the back alongside Dutchy, placing the handcuffs on his wrists and extracting the drugs from his pockets. The car began to pull out from the scene, and Dutchy stared out of the window, as if getting his last glimpse of New York without bars in his immediate vision.
~End Chapter One~
Author Notes: O_o; Wow. My first Newsies fic. AU, even. No mean feat for a meager authoress, such as myself. My mind, which lacks self-esteem, needs some feedback. Care to tell me what you think? ...Please? R+R!