Medda was preparing to close up for the evening. After a long day she was ready to go upstairs and get some sleep. She was just about to climb the long staircase to her apartment when she heard the backdoor open. Quietly she walked back down the stairs.
There was a young woman in a dark cloak standing in the doorway. "Excuse me miss but the theater's closed for the night. If you have business here you will just have to hold it until the morning."
"You wouldn't turn out an old friend would ya Medda?" The girl asked quietly looking up at the older woman. "Not after all this time."
"Lucky..."Medda whispered. "Lucky Peterson?"
Just then the two women heard a knock on the door. "Medda! You'se ain't asleep yet is ya?" They heard Jack Kelly's infamous newsie cry.
"Medda don't tell him I'm here. Please! He can't know, not yet." Her eyes pleaded with her old friend.
"Hide behind the curtain there." Medda sighed. "I won't tell him your here yet, but you have a lot of explaining to do young miss."
Medda opened the door and let in, not only Jack Kelly, but also the leader of Brooklyn himself. "Hiya Medda! How's it going?" Spot asked leaning over to kiss her hand.
At the sound of the newsies voice Lucky let out a little whimper. No, she thought, he can't be here he just can't. Why can't he go back to Brooklyn where he belongs and stay out of my life. Lucky mentally tried to keep herself hidden. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. She thought over and over again. She broke out into a cold sweat even though she knew she was being silly. There wasn't any possible way the boys would know she was back here.
"So when's the new show gonna open?" Jack was asking Medda.
"Well Darlings I just can't find any new talent so it could be a few weeks. I think I might have a new girl though." Medda said smiling to herself.
Lucky almost groaned from her hiding spot, now she was in for it.
"Well Medda I'm gonna hang out here in Manhattan until it opens. I can't wait to sees it." Spot said.
"Well thank you boys for stopping by but I really do have a long day tomorrow. My new talent and me have a lot of work to do. Goodnight boys." "You can come out now." Medda said as she shut the door behind her male visitors.
"New talent huh Medda?" Lucky tried to glare but ended up smiling.
"That's right Lucky my love you're going to be in my new show. Your just what this old place needs, a new face. Your what's gonna keep us from shutting down.'
"Shutting down? Is business really that bad Medda?"
"Afraid so little duck but don't worry we'll make our way somehow."
Lucky laughed at Medda's reference to "their" way. She was stuck now, no way was she gonna leave Medda in the poorhouse. Besides the fact that Lucky needed a job.
Medda looked her old friend over. She looked tired and thinner than Medda remembered. The sparkle in her deep brown eyes was gone, but Medda guessed that was from the absence of the two newsboy visitors in Lucky's life. She was still beautiful though, despite her road worn, weary appearance. "The boy's have missed ya little duck."
"I had to leave Medda, but I miss them too."
"Any of them in particular? Maybe a certain cowboy and a Brooklyn leader who fancied you a little?"
Lucky laughed a little, or as close to a laugh as Medda had seen her have since she walked in the door. "Have they been alright?" She asked seriously.
"Well truth be told, Jack hasn't smiled, really smiled since you left. After Sarah passed on you were the only gal left around here that could light him up. Now that your gone..."
"Oh Medda" Lucky almost let her tears fall, but she had learned long ago that tears were for private.
"Spot, well you know how he is. Wouldn't let anyone near him for awhile. Didn't want anyone to see the mighty Brooklyn leader fall but now he just mopes around Manhattan with Jack. Really they are two of the mopiest boys I have ever seen. I heard some rumors awhile ago that Spot is in danger of losing his territory but he doesn't seem to care."
"Medda what can I do. I can't let him lose Brooklyn and I know if he does it will be all my fault!"
"Why don't you just send him a letter love, let him know your alright?"
Lucky knew this was what Medda had wanted her to do from the beginning of their conversation. At first she was going to refuse but know that she knew he was going to lose Brooklyn. She just couldn't let him do that.
"Alright Medda, you win. I will send them a letter. Just please don't tell them I'm here. Not yet. Eventually but not yet."
"I have a feeling we have more to talk about, but not tonight little duck tonight you sleep."
"Yes Medda, yes we do have much to discuss."
Dear readers
Please review! Just have patience with me. Thank you for reading. BTW I don't own the Newsies Yadda Yadda Yadda, but I do own Lucky so Ha!
*Lucky*
There was a young woman in a dark cloak standing in the doorway. "Excuse me miss but the theater's closed for the night. If you have business here you will just have to hold it until the morning."
"You wouldn't turn out an old friend would ya Medda?" The girl asked quietly looking up at the older woman. "Not after all this time."
"Lucky..."Medda whispered. "Lucky Peterson?"
Just then the two women heard a knock on the door. "Medda! You'se ain't asleep yet is ya?" They heard Jack Kelly's infamous newsie cry.
"Medda don't tell him I'm here. Please! He can't know, not yet." Her eyes pleaded with her old friend.
"Hide behind the curtain there." Medda sighed. "I won't tell him your here yet, but you have a lot of explaining to do young miss."
Medda opened the door and let in, not only Jack Kelly, but also the leader of Brooklyn himself. "Hiya Medda! How's it going?" Spot asked leaning over to kiss her hand.
At the sound of the newsies voice Lucky let out a little whimper. No, she thought, he can't be here he just can't. Why can't he go back to Brooklyn where he belongs and stay out of my life. Lucky mentally tried to keep herself hidden. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. She thought over and over again. She broke out into a cold sweat even though she knew she was being silly. There wasn't any possible way the boys would know she was back here.
"So when's the new show gonna open?" Jack was asking Medda.
"Well Darlings I just can't find any new talent so it could be a few weeks. I think I might have a new girl though." Medda said smiling to herself.
Lucky almost groaned from her hiding spot, now she was in for it.
"Well Medda I'm gonna hang out here in Manhattan until it opens. I can't wait to sees it." Spot said.
"Well thank you boys for stopping by but I really do have a long day tomorrow. My new talent and me have a lot of work to do. Goodnight boys." "You can come out now." Medda said as she shut the door behind her male visitors.
"New talent huh Medda?" Lucky tried to glare but ended up smiling.
"That's right Lucky my love you're going to be in my new show. Your just what this old place needs, a new face. Your what's gonna keep us from shutting down.'
"Shutting down? Is business really that bad Medda?"
"Afraid so little duck but don't worry we'll make our way somehow."
Lucky laughed at Medda's reference to "their" way. She was stuck now, no way was she gonna leave Medda in the poorhouse. Besides the fact that Lucky needed a job.
Medda looked her old friend over. She looked tired and thinner than Medda remembered. The sparkle in her deep brown eyes was gone, but Medda guessed that was from the absence of the two newsboy visitors in Lucky's life. She was still beautiful though, despite her road worn, weary appearance. "The boy's have missed ya little duck."
"I had to leave Medda, but I miss them too."
"Any of them in particular? Maybe a certain cowboy and a Brooklyn leader who fancied you a little?"
Lucky laughed a little, or as close to a laugh as Medda had seen her have since she walked in the door. "Have they been alright?" She asked seriously.
"Well truth be told, Jack hasn't smiled, really smiled since you left. After Sarah passed on you were the only gal left around here that could light him up. Now that your gone..."
"Oh Medda" Lucky almost let her tears fall, but she had learned long ago that tears were for private.
"Spot, well you know how he is. Wouldn't let anyone near him for awhile. Didn't want anyone to see the mighty Brooklyn leader fall but now he just mopes around Manhattan with Jack. Really they are two of the mopiest boys I have ever seen. I heard some rumors awhile ago that Spot is in danger of losing his territory but he doesn't seem to care."
"Medda what can I do. I can't let him lose Brooklyn and I know if he does it will be all my fault!"
"Why don't you just send him a letter love, let him know your alright?"
Lucky knew this was what Medda had wanted her to do from the beginning of their conversation. At first she was going to refuse but know that she knew he was going to lose Brooklyn. She just couldn't let him do that.
"Alright Medda, you win. I will send them a letter. Just please don't tell them I'm here. Not yet. Eventually but not yet."
"I have a feeling we have more to talk about, but not tonight little duck tonight you sleep."
"Yes Medda, yes we do have much to discuss."
Dear readers
Please review! Just have patience with me. Thank you for reading. BTW I don't own the Newsies Yadda Yadda Yadda, but I do own Lucky so Ha!
*Lucky*