A/N: I wanted to do a specialful shoutout to my wondiferous friend Katie, a.k.a. PhoenixTBN. She always reviews my stories. She has to, just to make sure I don't say anything bad about her, since she is IN one of my stories. But she is a willing participant that reviews from the kindness of her heart.

:-D Thanks Katie. :-D

The next morning, everyone was scurrying around the room, making sure that they had everything they needed for the day. Terror was sitting on the floor, and trying to teach Tumbler how to double-knot his laces.

Kid Blink called out, "Hey Terror."

She stood and walked the 10 feet or so to put herself right in front of Blink..

He continued, "You have been cooped up in here for 2 weeks now. Ya wanna come out to Tibby's for lunch today?"

Her heart struggled to find a decision. She had cabin fever, but she wasn't willing to venture out on the streets by herself, to find a restaurant she had never been to. She bit her lip in concentration, but after a few seconds, she shook her head.

"Why not?" Blink asked her.

Terror just shrugged, and hung her head.

Blink pulled her chin up so that she was looking at him, and asked her, "You really want to go outside, don't you? But you're afraid."

She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Look at me." he told her.

She opened her eyes, and looked into his eyes.

"I will- We will make sure nothing happens to you, alright. I will personally come all the way up here, and escort you to Tibby's. Does that sound alright to you?"

She considered it for a moment, then she shook her head yes.

"Alright!" Blink exclaimed, "I'll come by later for ya." he told her.

"Are ya really coming to lunch with us today?" Tumbler asked her.

She smiled at him and nodded.

"Whoo hooo!" he cheered, then he jumped up from the floor where he was sitting, and skipped out the door and down the stairs.

"What was that about?" Mush asked Blink.

"You'll find out later." Blink told him.

Terror tried to keep herself busy all morning, but it was so hard to keep her mind on her work. She was so excited about going to lunch in a restaurant, and eating with all "her boys." She ran out of things to clean while she was waiting, so she pulled out a scrap of fabric, and started embroidering a design on it.

When she heard the door squeak, she looked up, Kid Blink walked into the room with a grin, "Ya ready, Miss Terror?"

Smiling, she put her project away and walked over to him. He put his elbow out, and said, "I shall properly escort you."

She grinned at his effort with fancy manners and linked her arm with his, and they walked out of the room.

No one noticed when the door opened in the restaurant, but they noticed when Terror walked in.

When a few of the newsies cheered upon seeing her, that caught the attention of everyone else, and then they all joined in.

She just stood there and grinned, unsure of what to do. Mr. Tibby came over to escort them to a table.

"So you are the fine young lady that hear truly enjoys my cooking?" Mr. Tibby asked.

Terror just grinned and nodded.

"So what can I get for my biggest fan?" he asked with a smile.

Back at the lodging house, Kloppman was talking to a rather large man that came into the lodging house.

"I'm lookin' for my kid. Her name's Emma Rose. She ran off and I need to find her, her mother's bad off, and I don't want her to pass on without seeing her beloved Emma Rose."

Kloppman thought to himself, ~This idiot doesn't even look like he's 30 years old! There's no way he could have fathered a child 16 or more years ago, what does he want? ~

With Terror being there, it was like a celebration of sorts. And for some reason, Spot Conlon decided to grace them with his presence, he was there to talk some things over with Jack. Spot sat down right next to Terror, since it was the only free space at Jack's table. Terror warily looked at him, then across the table at Jack for help.

"Oh, he's fine Terror, that's Spot Conlon, Leader of the Brooklyn newsies. Brooklyn and Manhattan are fierce allies. That, and Spot's a good friend of mine."

Terror visibly relaxed upon hearing this. She knew she could trust him if Jack did.

Jack continued, "Spot, this is Terror, I told you about her before."

Spot noticed how tense she got when she sat down, and felt the fear radiating from her being until she was reassured. She seemed so fragile, and he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her from all harm

"Yes, you did, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you." he said with a smile

Jack looked over at Spot. He had told the hot tempered, know-it-all, respect me, or else, leader of the toughest gang in New York to watch himself, and not scare her, but he didn't expect him to actually try to put her at ease. Jack had known Spot for a very long time, and he had never passed up an opportunity to show everyone why they should fear him.

All of a sudden, chaos erupted. Skittery and Pie Eater had a disagreement that finally came to blows. Skittery grabbed Pie Eater, and threw him to the ground, and tackled him. They were rolling around on the floor, throwing punches, when despite herself, Terror, stood up and shouted, "Knock it off! How old are you guys, five?"

The whole room was stunned into silence.

Then Terror realized that everyone was looking at her, and she retreated back into her shell, and sat down, looking at her plate. Spot grabbed one of her hands, and squeezed it for support.

"Terror, are you finished eating? I think I'm ready to go back home now." Jack informed her.

She looked up at him, and realized that her fears were futile, he wasn't mad at her for not telling him that she could talk. Looking around the room, she realized that no one was mad at her. She looked back at Jack and told him, "Yes, I'm ready to go."

As Terror went to stand up, she noticed that she was still holding Spot's hand. She looked at him, and they stood up at the same time, without letting go. Making their way around the tables, they walked outside, and down the street.

"Emma Rose? I have never heard of anyone with that name before." Kloppman said, shaking his head.

"Well, if you hear anything, can you contact me" the man said, sliding a card with a handwritten name and address on it. "This is where I am staying for now. I would like to take a look upstairs, just to make sure though." He said, starting for the stairs.

Kloppman stepped in front of him, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that, sir, our policy states-"

The man, towering over him by more than a foot, grabbed Kloppman's collar and threatened, "I don't care a thing about your policy, I need to find that kid. Why don't you come with me." He ordered Kloppman.

Before Kloppman could protest any more, the door opened, and quicker than the man could react, Spot had his slingshot out, and pegged him in the side of the head with a marble. It apparently hit him in just the right place, because he slumped over, and Kloppman had to jump back to avoid being landed on.

"Who is this?" Jack demanded, looking down at the fallen man.

"I don't know, he came in looking for someone." Kloppman told them, as he leaned on his desk, trying to calm himself down.

"He was looking for me." Terror stated.

"How do you know that?" asked Jack.

"Because he killed my daddy." she said, her voice shaking, and her chin quivering. "I know, I saw him. He tried to kill me too."

"Jack, you tie him up, I will send for the police." Kloppman said, walking back behind his desk.

Jack took off his rope belt, tied the man's arms behind his back.

Terror sunk to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, and burying her face in her arms. Spot just did the only thing he could think of, he sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder.

She spent the rest of the day in a daze. After giving her statement to a well-rounded policeman, she just stood there with her eyes unfocused. She wasn't looking at anything, just out into the room. The only ones left in the room with her were Jack and Spot.. Mostly everyone was still out wandering the streets.

"Emma Rose, is it?" Spot asked her with a smile.

She looked at him and said, "That's what my mother named me."

"It's beautiful." He told her.

With a smile, she said "Thanks, but I don't think I want anyone to hear me being called by my real name right now."

Jack asked her, "Well, do you object to Terror?"

"Nah, I like it, in fact." she told him. "I think I am gonna go take a nap, I am exhausted."

"Good idea." Jack told her. "I think I'm gonna go get some air, I'll warn everyone to stay out and let you sleep while I'm out there." Jack said, starting for the door.

"Thanks." she told him. She turned and started for the stairs, but hesitated at the bottom.

Spot walked over to her, "You don't want to be alone, do you?"

Biting her lip, Terror shook her head. Spot held out his hand, and she took it, and they walked up the stairs together.

When they got into the room, Spot tucked her into bed like a small child, pulling the blankets up to her chin, before settling down on the closest bed, and leaning on the wall.

Once again, she slipped into despair. ~I wish my daddy was here. He would still be alive if it wasn't for me~

Assuming she was asleep, Spot relaxed. He had overheard what she told the police officer. Like a lot of street rats, she had gone through something horrible. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, when he heard her quiet sobbing. His heart went out to her. He stood up, and looked at her, she was laying there with her eyes closed, and tears streaming down her face. Spot looked around, unsure of what to do. He knew it wasn't appropriate for him to sit on her bed while they were alone, so he sat down on the floor next to her bed and held her hand. Gradually, her sobbing and shaking stopped, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

About a half hour later when Jack was back from his walk, he found them both asleep, Spot was slumped over with his head leaning on the side of her bed, next to hers, and his hand still holding hers.

Jack carefully spread a blanket over Spot, and tiptoed back out.