A/N: I don't own Newsies. If you do own Newsies, I want to buy them from you. :-D I also do not own Newsboys, which is an awesome band. I thought their song was quite appropriate, because of their name, and because it is a cool song. Newsies, Newsboys, I love them both. :-D

Terror groaned and stretched, gradually waking herself up. She suddenly became aware of the fact that someone was holding her hand. Her eyes opened, and she looked around, first seeing Spot, still asleep on the floor, then she realized that Kid Blink, Jack, Racetrack, Bumlets, and Snitch had all found chairs, and were sitting around her bed.

"Are you alright?" Jack asked her

Before she could answer, Snitch asked her, "Ya want some water?"

Race asked, "Ya hungry?"

Bumlets wondered, "Do you need another blanket?"

Kid Blink, asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

There was no mistaking the concern in their eyes, and in their voices. They were truly worried about her.

"I don't know whether I should feel extremely loved, or extremely freaked out by the fact that I just woke up and I am surrounded by a bunch of guys that were apparently sitting there watching me sleep." She grinned at them.

They all chuckled at that.

"Should I wake up sleeping beauty, here?" Terror asked, motioning to Spot with her head.

"I think that if he sleeps much longer, he's gonna be sore from sleepin like that." Bumlets told her.

"True." she agreed before squeezing his hand. When that didn't phase him, she sat up, and pulled his hat from his head with her other hand, and put it on her own head. He stirred, but didn't wake up.

Terror's eyes lit up with mischief, and she reached out and tickled his side. He awoke with a start, and instinctively pulled her from the bed , and onto the floor, and he ended up laying across his lap.

Giggling, Terror asked Spot, "Didja have a nice nap?"

"Did you have a nice fall?" he challenged back, grouchily, before he thoughtfully asked, "You alright?"

"I'm fine." She said.

Right then, Spot looked up and noticed that they had an audience. He jumped with surprise, then grew slightly embarrassed when he realized that he was sitting on the floor, with Terror sitting on his lap. Carefully, he grabbed her arm, and helped her to her feet before standing up himself.

"So how'd ya sleep, Spot?" Grinned Racetrack.

"Quite well, thank you." Spot sarcastically quipped.

"Good, good." Race answered.

"Hey, Terror, can I talk to ya for a minute? We can go up on the roof." Jack said, adjusting his bandanna.

~Was that nervousness I see in him?~ Terror thought to herself before answering, "Sure thing, Jack."

After walking across the room, Jack opened the window for Terror, and after she climbed through, and out onto the fire escape, then he followed. Up on the top of the roof there were a few crates that were dragged up, and placed as furniture in random places all around.

After perching herself on a crate, Terror asked nervously, "What's wrong? Did I do something bad?"

"No, you haven't done anything wrong, you are fine." He reassured.

Terror hadn't realized just how tense she was until she relaxed.

"I want to tell you about Spot." Jack told her.

"Spot?" she asked, "Why Spot?"

"Spot is not the kind of guy that holds a girl's hand in public. But I saw him hold your hand earlier. Spot is not the kind of guy that would ever think of falling asleep sitting on the floor next to a girl's bed, holding her hand. I saw that today too." Jack told her.

"I don't understand what you are trying to say...." Terror stated, confused.

"Spot isn't exactly a ladies prince charming. Those eyes catch a girl's fancy, but with one look at the frown, they all run. Every girl that has gotten close to him, has ran at the first show of his famous temper. That boy guards his heart like nothing else. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. There's something about you, Terror, that has captured his heart. I don't think he has realized it yet, but he's fallen for you."

Terror's eyes widened, "Why me? There's nothing special about me."

"You can't possibly believe that, can you?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused. "I live here, without contributing as much as everyone else, I am an inconvenience, but I have no where else to go, so I stay here. Until today, you guys didn't even know I could talk! You should be mad, and kicking me out for lying to you!" She stated in a near shout.

"What are you talking about? You are part of our family! You listen to our problems, fix our clothes, make us feel good about ourselves, clean up after us, and you feel guilty for not doing enough? Because of you, Kloppman doesn't have to climb up and down the stairs all day long, to clean up, and make sure we are behaving properly, and not trashing the room. Right now, none of us could imagine losing you!" Jack exclaimed.

"But you don't know what I have done." she stated quietly, hanging her head.

"What could you have possibly done wrong?" Jack asked her, exasperated.

"It's my fault that my Daddy died." she whispered. "He needed more money, because I was there, and it cost him money to care for me. He had to get a loan from that guy Spot knocked out. He could have gotten by without a loan if he didn't have any expenses. If he didn't have me. Then when that man decided he wanted more of his money back, he followed me home, and I didn't notice. I led him straight to my daddy, and I couldn't save him." she said as she broke down into sobs. "What I did was unforgivable. Even God will never be able to forgive me. My father was a good man, he didn't deserve to die. Why didn't they kill me instead, Jack?" She pleaded with him.

Thrive

By: Newsboys

Down here in the valley

Every shadow you see

Has its own story

Down here in the valley

Every puddle of mud

Comes from tears and blood

And it's so hard just to get warm

That the chill turns into despair

Chorus:

Will you lift me up with tender care?

Will you wash me clean in the palm of your hands?

Will you hold me close so I can thrive?

When you touch me, that's when I know I'm alive

Down here in the valley

Nothing's able to grow

'Cause the light's too low

Folks spend their days

Digging 'round for diamonds and gold

'Til they just get old

And they don't know anything else

They don't know they're breathing bad air

But I'm tired of living like this

And my soul cries out, "If you're there..."

Chorus

Call me up to your side

Draw me up to your light

Let it blind me

Lord, refine me

Refine me out of my mind