Disclaimer: This is an older story that I haven't worked on in a while, but if I get lots of reviews I might just keep working on it *hint hint* lol. I don't own Spot or any of the newsie boys. (Yes this is a Spot romance even though there's like a bazillion of them, oh well.) This is also a Mary Sue, even though I look nothing like Eve (I wish I did lol). I do own Eve (Tacit), the plot, and the DISCLAIMER! Please tell me whatcha think. Enjoy and review :)
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~Sprite~
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SparkHiggins: lol I FINALLY figured out how to post my stories on ff.net so that's my explanation lol. Thank you for the very kind compliment. I'm glad you like it so far. Enjoy this chapter.
lildreamer99: Thank you. I'm updating now as you can see lol. Enjoy.
Firecracker: Hey girl, what were you doing writing at 5:45?? lol Hope you like this chapter ttyl.
Story Time:
Tacit Night
~Later that morning~
"Heya Spot!" Cowboy, better known as Jack Kelly shouted before barging into the guest room, waking Spot out of his fitful slumber. Spot rubbed his eyes before opening them to glare at his so called best friend.
"Jacky-boy, be quiet will ya, you'se gonna wake..." Before Spot could finish berating Jack, Eve awoke, with no memory of what had transpired much earlier that morning. Eve's eyes widened to take in her surroundings. *Okay,* Eve thought, *I'm in a strange bed, in a strange place, and there are two boys in my room,* so, Eve did what any girl in her place would have done, she screamed. She screamed as loud as she possibly could.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Jack and Spot both immediately covered their ears, so as not to damage their eardrums.
"Goil! Shuddup!" Spot yelled attempting to shout over the startled girl. By now, every boy in the boarding house had heard the commotion and ran to where the noise was coming from. Eve finally had to stop screaming before she passed out from lack of oxygen, but that didn't make her any less weary or frightened.
"So," Jack said to himself, "dis is why Kloppman wouldn't tell de oddahs." Spot looked at him incredulously.
Eve pulled the blankets up around her body in a futile attempt to hide from what was happening.
"Goil? Goil, you'se remembah me, ya know from last night?" Spot asked softly in an attempt to calm the girl down enough to get her story or at least her name. Eve peeked her still bruised face over the blanket. What she saw nearly made her throw the covers back over her head. In her room, were a hundred boys at least, all dressed in rags. Spot saw the fear in her eyes and calmly but slowly walked over to her. "Hey, it's okay, 'membah last night? You ran into me? 'membah?" Eve searched her mind for the events he spoke of.
"I remember." Eve said carefully, she didn't like being the center of attention, it always meant trouble. "What happened? Where am I?" the auburn haired girl asked quietly. Jack with the rest of the Newsies watched the exchange between Spot and the gorgeous young woman in the bed. Jack couldn't be certain, but it looked like her eyes were a mix of silver and green? Her eyes, what ever color they may be, were shining as she was trying hard to remember what had happened to her.
"Aftah you'se ran into me, you'se passed out, so I carried you'se heah. Dis heah's da Manhattan Boahding House." Eve looked down, uncertain of what to say or do.
"Oh," was all she said. Spot looked at Cowboy, unsure of how to proceed, for the first time in a long while.
"Well," Jack said, trying to get the young woman in front of him to open up, "what's yoah name Princess?" Eve continued staring at her bed cover as she spoke.
"Eve," was her single answer.
"Well," Spot said trying to break the tension, "leas' now I know de name of me attackah." Eve looked up a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, Eve, why don't we introduce ouhselves, I'se Cowboy, but you can call me Jack." Jack said holding out his hand tentatively. Eve eyed his hand for a moment before she shook it. "And dees bums," Jack said motioning to the boys crowded in the doorway, "dees ah de boys. We'll intaduce yah once you'se feelin' bettah." Eve looked at the group of misfits, and decided that there really weren't as many of them as she had originally thought.
"And I, I'se Spot, Spot Conlon, pleasah to meet you'se" Spot said taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. Eve looked up and met Spot's gaze. His eyes, were a beautiful ice blue. Full of experience, pain, and a deep hidden sorrow. Spot broke the staring contest first, once he heard Racetrack snickering. "And you'se, you'se got a deat' wish?" Spot asked. Racetrack smirked and shook his head slightly. He wasn't afraid of the leader of Brooklyn. "Well, boys, I t'ink it's time to go sell some papes." The Newsies took the obvious hint and left, except for Jack.
"So, Spot, what should we do wid 'a?" Jack asked, in hushed tone so Eve wouldn't hear him.
"Don't know 'bout you'se but I'se gonna stay heah and take cah o' Eve. To tell you'se da trute, I'se feel kinda in chahge of 'a, ya know?" Spot said no longer paying attention to Jack, his eyes set on the young woman in the bed.
"Yeah, shoah. Well, I godda go sell me papes. I'll come check on you'se latah." Jack turned to go, "hey Spot, what should we call 'a?" Eve looked at the two boys, a confused expression evident on her face. "What I mean is Doll," Jack exclaimed now speaking to Eve, "we'se all got nicknames, and you'se should have one two since you'se stayin' wit us." Eve nodded, *this will be good,* Eve thought, *it'll be harder for them to find me if I don't use my real name.*
"So, what should we call 'a?" Spot asked, looking at Eve.
"How's 'bouts Silent, oah Gohgeous, oah..." Jack looked to Spot for help.
"Tacit," Spot said almost as an afterthought. "How's 'bouts Tacit?"
"Tacit? What da hell's Tacit mean?" Jack asked.
"I dunno. I read it in a pape yestahday. It sounded like a good woihd." Spot said trying to justify "his name".
"It means," Eve said quietly, but with more certainty than before, "silent, or unspoken." Jack and Spot looked at each other,
"Poifect!" the two boys said in unison.
"See ya latah Tacit," Jack said winking before exiting the room.
"So, Tacit, I guess it's just you'se and me. Ah ya feelin' any bettah?" Spot asked trying not to sound too concerned but failing.
"Yes, much, thank you." Tacit replied. Tacit knew Eve wasn't gone for good, Eve was in the back of her mind, in her subconscious, never to be completely erased.
"Don't worry 'bout it. So, you want sometin' to eat?" Tacit nodded lightly, and waited patiently for Spot to come back with some nourishment. *He is gorgeous,* her heart whispered, *yes, but he's probably taken, or worse a womanizer. I saw that look in his eyes when he tried come onto me all suave and slick.* Her head retaliated. Tacit ended her internal debate when Spot knocked on the door and entered carrying a tray with soup, crackers, and some water.
"Hope you'se like chicken noodle. 's all I could make," Spot said partially ashamed at his lack of cooking skills.
"It smells wonderful, thank you." Spot blushed slightly, but didn't comment.
"So, wheah you'se from?" the dirty blonde asked Tacit, trying his best to make polite conversation.
"The Bronx," Tacit said before taking another spoonful of soup.
"Whatch you'se doing out heah?" Spot asked. Tacit took another sip of soup before answering,
"I'd rather not talk about it, if that's okay?" Spot nodded. He understood better than most about a painful history and how much it hurt just to think about it. She just wasn't ready to talk about it, but he'd be there to listen when she was ready.
TBC if I get enough positive reviews lol. So if you like it so far... REVIEW!! Please lol :)
~Sprite ~
Smile,
~Sprite~
SHOUT OUTS!!
SparkHiggins: lol I FINALLY figured out how to post my stories on ff.net so that's my explanation lol. Thank you for the very kind compliment. I'm glad you like it so far. Enjoy this chapter.
lildreamer99: Thank you. I'm updating now as you can see lol. Enjoy.
Firecracker: Hey girl, what were you doing writing at 5:45?? lol Hope you like this chapter ttyl.
Story Time:
Tacit Night
~Later that morning~
"Heya Spot!" Cowboy, better known as Jack Kelly shouted before barging into the guest room, waking Spot out of his fitful slumber. Spot rubbed his eyes before opening them to glare at his so called best friend.
"Jacky-boy, be quiet will ya, you'se gonna wake..." Before Spot could finish berating Jack, Eve awoke, with no memory of what had transpired much earlier that morning. Eve's eyes widened to take in her surroundings. *Okay,* Eve thought, *I'm in a strange bed, in a strange place, and there are two boys in my room,* so, Eve did what any girl in her place would have done, she screamed. She screamed as loud as she possibly could.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Jack and Spot both immediately covered their ears, so as not to damage their eardrums.
"Goil! Shuddup!" Spot yelled attempting to shout over the startled girl. By now, every boy in the boarding house had heard the commotion and ran to where the noise was coming from. Eve finally had to stop screaming before she passed out from lack of oxygen, but that didn't make her any less weary or frightened.
"So," Jack said to himself, "dis is why Kloppman wouldn't tell de oddahs." Spot looked at him incredulously.
Eve pulled the blankets up around her body in a futile attempt to hide from what was happening.
"Goil? Goil, you'se remembah me, ya know from last night?" Spot asked softly in an attempt to calm the girl down enough to get her story or at least her name. Eve peeked her still bruised face over the blanket. What she saw nearly made her throw the covers back over her head. In her room, were a hundred boys at least, all dressed in rags. Spot saw the fear in her eyes and calmly but slowly walked over to her. "Hey, it's okay, 'membah last night? You ran into me? 'membah?" Eve searched her mind for the events he spoke of.
"I remember." Eve said carefully, she didn't like being the center of attention, it always meant trouble. "What happened? Where am I?" the auburn haired girl asked quietly. Jack with the rest of the Newsies watched the exchange between Spot and the gorgeous young woman in the bed. Jack couldn't be certain, but it looked like her eyes were a mix of silver and green? Her eyes, what ever color they may be, were shining as she was trying hard to remember what had happened to her.
"Aftah you'se ran into me, you'se passed out, so I carried you'se heah. Dis heah's da Manhattan Boahding House." Eve looked down, uncertain of what to say or do.
"Oh," was all she said. Spot looked at Cowboy, unsure of how to proceed, for the first time in a long while.
"Well," Jack said, trying to get the young woman in front of him to open up, "what's yoah name Princess?" Eve continued staring at her bed cover as she spoke.
"Eve," was her single answer.
"Well," Spot said trying to break the tension, "leas' now I know de name of me attackah." Eve looked up a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, Eve, why don't we introduce ouhselves, I'se Cowboy, but you can call me Jack." Jack said holding out his hand tentatively. Eve eyed his hand for a moment before she shook it. "And dees bums," Jack said motioning to the boys crowded in the doorway, "dees ah de boys. We'll intaduce yah once you'se feelin' bettah." Eve looked at the group of misfits, and decided that there really weren't as many of them as she had originally thought.
"And I, I'se Spot, Spot Conlon, pleasah to meet you'se" Spot said taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. Eve looked up and met Spot's gaze. His eyes, were a beautiful ice blue. Full of experience, pain, and a deep hidden sorrow. Spot broke the staring contest first, once he heard Racetrack snickering. "And you'se, you'se got a deat' wish?" Spot asked. Racetrack smirked and shook his head slightly. He wasn't afraid of the leader of Brooklyn. "Well, boys, I t'ink it's time to go sell some papes." The Newsies took the obvious hint and left, except for Jack.
"So, Spot, what should we do wid 'a?" Jack asked, in hushed tone so Eve wouldn't hear him.
"Don't know 'bout you'se but I'se gonna stay heah and take cah o' Eve. To tell you'se da trute, I'se feel kinda in chahge of 'a, ya know?" Spot said no longer paying attention to Jack, his eyes set on the young woman in the bed.
"Yeah, shoah. Well, I godda go sell me papes. I'll come check on you'se latah." Jack turned to go, "hey Spot, what should we call 'a?" Eve looked at the two boys, a confused expression evident on her face. "What I mean is Doll," Jack exclaimed now speaking to Eve, "we'se all got nicknames, and you'se should have one two since you'se stayin' wit us." Eve nodded, *this will be good,* Eve thought, *it'll be harder for them to find me if I don't use my real name.*
"So, what should we call 'a?" Spot asked, looking at Eve.
"How's 'bouts Silent, oah Gohgeous, oah..." Jack looked to Spot for help.
"Tacit," Spot said almost as an afterthought. "How's 'bouts Tacit?"
"Tacit? What da hell's Tacit mean?" Jack asked.
"I dunno. I read it in a pape yestahday. It sounded like a good woihd." Spot said trying to justify "his name".
"It means," Eve said quietly, but with more certainty than before, "silent, or unspoken." Jack and Spot looked at each other,
"Poifect!" the two boys said in unison.
"See ya latah Tacit," Jack said winking before exiting the room.
"So, Tacit, I guess it's just you'se and me. Ah ya feelin' any bettah?" Spot asked trying not to sound too concerned but failing.
"Yes, much, thank you." Tacit replied. Tacit knew Eve wasn't gone for good, Eve was in the back of her mind, in her subconscious, never to be completely erased.
"Don't worry 'bout it. So, you want sometin' to eat?" Tacit nodded lightly, and waited patiently for Spot to come back with some nourishment. *He is gorgeous,* her heart whispered, *yes, but he's probably taken, or worse a womanizer. I saw that look in his eyes when he tried come onto me all suave and slick.* Her head retaliated. Tacit ended her internal debate when Spot knocked on the door and entered carrying a tray with soup, crackers, and some water.
"Hope you'se like chicken noodle. 's all I could make," Spot said partially ashamed at his lack of cooking skills.
"It smells wonderful, thank you." Spot blushed slightly, but didn't comment.
"So, wheah you'se from?" the dirty blonde asked Tacit, trying his best to make polite conversation.
"The Bronx," Tacit said before taking another spoonful of soup.
"Whatch you'se doing out heah?" Spot asked. Tacit took another sip of soup before answering,
"I'd rather not talk about it, if that's okay?" Spot nodded. He understood better than most about a painful history and how much it hurt just to think about it. She just wasn't ready to talk about it, but he'd be there to listen when she was ready.
TBC if I get enough positive reviews lol. So if you like it so far... REVIEW!! Please lol :)
~Sprite ~
