Disclaimer- I realized just now that I never put one of these in. My bad. Anyway, I don't own anything in this story accept Benna, Whitey, and Fowl. And any other people you don't recognize from the movie. Oh, and I own Mush too. *grins* Yeah, yeah that's it. I own Mush.

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*ahem* Ok now. Back to the story.

-L'Amo-

Benna woke up about three hours later. Wow, she didn't realize how tired she must have really been. At first she didn't quite remember where she was. A blissful few seconds, when her mind was completely blank. Then it hit her. She was in 1898. 'Aye.'

She got out of the bed and tried making it back up out of courtesy. So much for that. 'No wonder my mom hired a maid...' she thought, looking at her finished work. She shrugged and walked to the door. Before she opened it, she heard voices on the other side. They were deep in conversation.

"An I was all, 'No way does you go off on me like dat! Youse is gonna pay fo' dat!' an 'e's all 'Yeah righ', whatcha gonna do?' an so Ise jus' went POW!" she heard a fist hit the wall. "An 'e was down in no time!"

"No time? Man, dat's somethin' else!" She grinned at the voices. They sounded so innocent, around the age of 11 or 12.

"Yeah, yeah it was. Hang on, I gotta get me slingshot, Kloppman put it in heah aftah I broke da washroom window..." the more mature voice said, as they started to open the door to the room Benna was in. She sighed and stepped back. She knew what was coming. 'They're gonna see me, freak out, run down stairs screaming to get someone, and then I'll have to explain my presence to everyone it the town, and blah blah blah...' she thought as the light from the hallway shined onto her. She smiled at the boys and blinked, focusing to the sudden bright light. They stared at her, dumbfounded. Then one spoke, the older one. 'Uh... hey... 'scuse me," he said, walking past her to get his slingshot, sitting on a shelf to her right. She looked over at the younger boy, who was looking back and forth from his friend to her. As the older one joined the other at the door again, he smiled at Benna. "Da name's Fowl. Dis heah's Snipeshootah. Who'ah you?" he asked, without the slightest bit of suspicion. Benna smiled back and held out her hand.

"Benna. Nice meetin' ya," she said. The boy looked at her hand, slightly misunderstanding, and then nodded. He realized why she had her hand out and shook it reluctantly. She did the same with the younger one. Then they both smiled at her.

"Well... We betteh be goin'... see ya," Fowl said, turning from the room. Benna was confused. 'Don't they wanna know why I'm here? This is a boys home, isn't it? You think they'd be suspicious if a girl was here...'

"Wait," Benna said to them. They turned around and stared at her. "Don't you wanna know why I'm here?" she asked the two of them. They looked at each other, then back at her.

"Didn' really t'ink it was any 'a ou' bid'ness," Fowl said, turning back to Benna. "'Sides, Kloppman told us not ta botha ya. Da on'y reason we came in was cause we t'ought you was asleep." 'So that's why they're not suspicious. Kloppman told them I was here.' She smiled at them.

"You're not bothering me. Quite the contrary, I could use some company." The boys raised they're eyebrows at her. 'Oh, wow, too proper.' "I mean, can you guys show me around?" They smiled at her.

"Sure, if ya really wan' us too." Benna nodded.

"I do. Thanks." They smiled and walked back down the stairs. Kloopman was sitting at his deck, and dispite him and an older newsie lying on the couch asleep, the place was deserted. Benna smiled at Kloppman as she passed. "Thank you Sir. I really appreciate everything." He smiled back.

"Wheneva you need anything, you just come to me, I'll be happy to help. Hope you find what you're searchin' for." She nodded and followed the boys out of the Lodging House. They seemed rather edgey, like they were afraid to do something that would make them seem stupid or foolish. Benna smiled and stopped.

"Guys, don't be afraid to be yourselves. I'm not gonna judge you." They looked at her.

"Whatcha mean? We ah' bein' ourselves," Snipeshooter said, but they seemed to ease up.

"So are ya gonna tell me where we're going?" Benna asked, about a blocks walk from the Lodging House. The boys smiled.

"Oh, right. Sorry," Fowl said. He cleared his throat and pointed down the street. "Dat's the Distribution Office, wheah we get ou' papes ev'y mo'nin'. Ya knw what a pape is?" Benna nodded. "Well, we'ah da chums dat sell 'em. Dat's whut we do." Benna smiled and nodded again.

"Newsies, right?" she asked. The smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, dat's right. Howd'ja know?"

"Lucky guess."

After another five minutes or so of walking, the three of them finally reached a small diner. The boys took Benna inside with wide grins, looking around to all of the other people inside. Most of them, Benna noticed, were boys, ranging in ages from 7 to 20. Those where who the boys seemed to be grinning at.

Fowl and Snipeshooter took Benna to a booth in the back and sat down. "Welcome ta Tibby's, da best eatin' youse kin get dis side a 'Hattan," Fowl said proudly. Benna smiled and looked around. All of the boys were nonchalantly looking over at the three of them, trying to see who it was Fowl and Snipe had managed to catch. She laughed and looked back at the boys.

"And who are all 'a them?" she asked, nodded towards all the others. Snipeshooter shrugged.

"Otha newsies. Most 'a 'em ah' from our LH, but a few ah' from Brooklyn and Queens. Bet dey all wish dey's was us righ' now," he said, looking at Benna. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but couldn't help blush. She didn't think she was by any means pretty, but apparently she must have been, considering the time period. Thats when she remembered, her clothes. She had on clothes from the 21st century. She looked down at herself quickly. Relief came over her. 'Good thing I don't wear designer clothes,' she though, looking at her charcoal capris and 3/4 length navy blue tee. She smiled with relief, glad she wasn't like everyone else and had her own style. It saved her a lot of questions, considering where she was now. Or, -when- she was. She looked back at the boys.

"So what do you recommend?" she asked, picking up a menu. They both shrugged.

"I t'ink da hotdogs ah' good..." Fowl said. Snipe made a face.

"Nah way! Da chip's ah betteh, an dey fill ya up," he said, pointing to a basket of french fries on another table. Benna reached in her pocket and pulled out a quarter, as well as other minor change. Her pockets were always full of change– she never took the time to clean them out before she washed them. Looking back at the menu, she realized she had more than enough to buy food. Hell, she could afford to buy everyone in the place a salad, and still have change.

"Here," she said, calling the waiter over. "Let me buy you guys lunch." The two looked at her kindly, then shook their heads.

"Naw, naw way, Miss. We couldn't ask ya ta do dat." 'Why does everyone keep calling me Miss?' She shook her head.

"I -want- to. You guys have been so helpful, I owe ya." They began to object again, but stopped when Benna gave then a stern look. She smiled and handed the waiter her quarter. 'One hotdog and two baskets of chips," she told him kindly. He nodded and went back to make the order. The three of them began a new conversation, about the wallpaper, when one of the other newsies, with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes, came up to the booth and sat down across from Benna. He smiled at her, then looked at Fowl.

"Who's da goil?" he asked. This made Benna angry. She -did- have her own voice.

"Name's Benna," she said forcefully, before Fowl could answer. The boy looked at her suddenly, a smirk on his face.

"Benna, dis is Cowboy. 'E lives in da LH wit' us. 'E's kinda like ou' leada." Benna could see a proud smile creeping onto Cowboys face. She rolled her eyes.

"Cowboy, Benna. I guess she's friends wit' Kloppman a' somethin', we met ha' at da LH. Wese been showin' ha' 'round," Snipeshooter told him. Cowboy nodded and looked at Benna.

"So ya friends wit' Kloppman?" he asked, leaning over the table. Benna hesitated, then nodded.

"Yeah. We're old pals." Cowboy snorted and leaned back, satisfied.

"Well den. Any friend a Kloppy's is a friend a ou's. Nice ta meetcha Benna," he said, holding out his hand. Benna was taken aback. Here she was, beginning to hate this outrageously cocky son of a gun, when he changes his attitude and offers her his hand. She shrugged and shook it, ending it quickly. Then he stood up, smiled to the three of them, and went back to sit with the other, apparently to tell them all about her. Benna shook her head as she watched him walk away.

"Ya'll get used ta 'im," she heard Fowl say quietly. She had totally forgotten about the two of them. They were both looking at her, reading her expression like a book. "'E ain't dat high on 'imself all da time. 'E's really a good guy once ya get ta know 'im. Now Spot, Conlon, da leada a' Brooklyn, 'e's one ta getcha pissed. 'E's so cocky 'e makes Cowboy look like a saint." Benna smiled at Fowl. He smiled back. She was glad to have someone like him and Snipeshooter to hang out with.

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Aye ve! Whahoo! So, yeah, that's chapter 4. FLOUR LESS CHOCOLATE CAKE TO ALL THAT REVIEW!!! Kudos!