Two Worlds Tied Together; Sequel to Midnight Sky
AN: This story is supposed to be pg13 but I have a feeling it will reach the R rating. So if you can't handle the violence (which may come in), the sexual intercourse, and provocative language don't read! And for the readers that can stomach it, R/R mush! PLEASE??? Lyals -Vixen here!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Newsies! If I owned Newsies I guarantee that it would be at least 'R' rated! Trust me- Spot Conlon wouldn't know what hit him! Sorry to get my mind out of the gutter here's the rest of the DISCLAIMER. I OWN Vixen (Chelsea), Britannia, Amalia, Tracker, and any other newsie not mentioned in the movie, as well as the plot and the first story Midnight Sky.
S.O.'s: Sprite- How's dat Mush doing? Lookin fine I hope! Well enjoy and review! Mush love baby! Clue- Racetrack + Clue=love=sex=babies? lol Gonna have to wait and see what happens! Alicat- Ali, you and Bumlets have a naughty scene! hehe! Hope ya like! Kat- Hope you and Skittery work out in this one. Lemme know what ya think of you two, okay? latah hun! Sweets- I love ya babe! Hope ya enjoy- lots of you and Blink! Neppy- Thanks for all the reviews to Midnight Sky- love ya!
*Previously in Midnight Sky* A loud nois came from behind us, and one from in front of us.
"Sweets!" I exclaimed thinking of my memory of the last alley accident I had, "Lets go! Hurry!"
She grabbed onto my hand and we began to run and ran straight into something.
"Heya Morris! Look wha we got here! A Conlon and a Conlon's Fox!"
"Surprise, happy boithday! We'se gotta lil gift fer ya," Morris replied walking up behind us.
Chapter 1: Haunting Memories
"Morris leave us alone! Git ya doity paws off a me!" Sweets struggled to get away from her attacker.
"AHHH!" I screamed, "Go 'way! Why ya want me and Sweets? Why us?"
Sweets wished more than anything that she could protect me who was like her little sister. She didn't want to go through this, let alone having me go through it. We both screamed, but had to give in. Oscar and Morris slid their firm members into us, having ripped off our clothes, literally. Shrieking and sobbing, Sweets shook in fear.
"Sweets!" Blink yelled, he was shaking her. She had been crying in her sleep for nearly five years. Blink had tried to figure out what was wrong, but every time he tried talking to her she would just ignore him.
Sweets shot up in bed, glad she was on his top bunk, and looked around. She was glad to see it was the warm bunkroom that she slept in, and it was Blink who had her in his arms. She wiped away her tears, and gladly lay back with Blink. She rested her head on his chest, resting in his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close, and kissed the top of her head.
"Everythin' is aight, I'se here," His sweet, and calm voice made Sweets shiver. She loved him, but knew that things weren't all right and he could never learn about that haunting night.
"Vixen, c'mon!" Spot complained, "Why ya a'ways do dis tah me? It ain't right!"
"I'se sorry, but I'se not ready." I stood up and walked to the window. I wished on every star I saw that the haunting memories of Oscar would leave me. If Spot knew every time I backed down was because I saw Oscar's face instead of his, he probably kill the Delancey's. Of course that wouldn't be so bad. I heard Spot sigh loudly, and walk towards me. The floorboards creaked as his feet brushed over them, and he was soon wrapped around me.
"I'se undahstand, an' I'se promise ya I ain't gonna try nothin. Come back tah bed, huh?" He groped his hands over my body, and kissed my neck.
"Oh yeah, an dats supposed tah reassure me?" He groaned, dropped his arms, and removed his lips.
"Wha's da mattah?" He was furious and I could see it in his eyes with the shining light from the moon.
I looked away from him again, not wanting him to see through me, "Nothing dat ya would undahstand. Look, I'se jist don't wanna be messed wit. Aight?"
His temper rose, and he threw his arms in exhaustion, "Don't ya trust me? Why don't ya just sleep in ya own bed?"
Smiling to myself, I pushed past him. I lied down in the bed, and sprawled out, "Move ovah!"
I shook my head, "No, I'se sleepin in me own bed. Jist like ya told me."
He rolled his eyes, "God dammit! Move!" I firmly remained on the bed, "I'se sawrry Chels, now will ya move." I still refused to do as he asked, and was not at all shocked when Spot attempted to drag me from the bed. Finally, he gave up and jumped on top of me.
"Spot I'se told ya I don't want tah be messed with."
"I'se not messin wit ya," he replied kissing my neck again, "I'se bein serious." I sighed as he continued to kiss me, but I could only think of that horrible night with the enemy.
Spot had dragged me from the bed the next morning, which was not an easy job. I was no longer the little 9 year old he used to lug around. I was now a 14 year old young woman who held the features of a very matured busty woman. Not one person who met me thought I was only 14 but more of a 18 year old like Sweets. We were buying our papes and heading over to Manhattan. We were staying for a night or two, because I had a gig at Medda's. I had tried to limit my staying in Manhattan, and when I did I never left one of the Newsies' sides. Us girls were seldom off on our own except for in the LH.
"Do I have tah sell tomorrah, Spot?" I asked as we walked through the busy streets.
"Babe, da headlines been bad, hard fer us tah come up with a catchy one. Ya know dat, we need da money. Why don't ya evah wanna woik when we go tah 'Hattan? Ya nevah wanna sell, wha's ya problem?"
We had reached the end of the bridge, I reached for his hand, pulling myself close. "Manhattan isn't me home no more. I'se don't git tah see many o' me friends. I'se like tah jist visit wit 'em."
"Well, can ya sell tomorrah a'least? Jist one day, we'se need da money," he questioned protectively wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Aight, jist dis once."
Sweets sat with Sprite, and Clue waiting for the others to show up. Things in New York were slow, money was hard to come by even though the war was over. Pulitzer had just slightly changed the pay, but we knew there was nothing we could do but sell. The bell rang above the door, drawing the girls' attention to the new costumer.
"Oh heya.." The girls couldn't wait to reunite with their Brooklyn friend(me- hehe!) and the usual newsies didn't impress them.
"Oh, so dats all I'se get?" Race addressed Clue.
"Wha? Ya think ya somethin special? I'se gotta see ya everyday, you'se ain't nothin I'se haven't seen in three weeks," Clue shot back.
The girls laughed as Race stumbled back pretending to be hurt. Clue pulled him to her, tugging him by his suspenders. He gladly accepted her kiss, and replied with one of his own making sure she knew how much she meant to him.
"Mushy, comes here!" Sprite whined, "I'se missed ya, didn't come to meet me tahday. Wha ya doing?"
"Sellin', you'se know its been hard lately. Sides I'se take a good many more den ya." He kissed her lightly, and placed her on his lap.
Blink was all ready kissing Sweets neck, when she saw us. Sweets stood, rushing out the door towards me.
"Vixen!" Sweets shouted running to me.
I saw her and took off running, "Sweets! Oh I'se missed ya!"
"I'se miss..." She stopped in her tracks not finishing her sentence. I couldn't stop fast enough and skidded into her.
"Wha's da mattah? Ya aight?" Sweets shook her head, as she put her attention back on Vixen.
"Morris and Oscar are behind me bruddah." She whispered to me. I slightly turned my head, and sure enough they were looking past Spot at a different target. I knew Oscar's eyes were roaming over my body and Morris was starring at Sweets, his eyes filled with mischief.
"SPOT!" I yelled a little too nervously.
"Hiya Sweets," He jogged up to us, and I was quick to place myself in the protection of his arms.
"Heya, c'mon le's go!" She was quick to get in the restaurant, using it as her sanctuary. I pulled Spot into Tibby's speeding up as well.
Once we were inside, we made our rounds hugging. The door opening disturbed us, and Sweets and I stood frozen afraid to see if they were stupid enough to come in. But sure enough we caught sight of them as they passed by. Jack was ecstatic to see me again, missing his sister.
"Merriweather! Oh I'se missed ya!" I gladly jumped up into his arms.
"Miss ya! But would ya stop calling me Merriweather?" He shook his head, and soon caught up in conversation with Spot and the boys.
I smiled at the girls, but yanked Sweets to the side, "Dey haven't bothered ya, have dey?"
"I'se been fine, so far anyways. I'se try tah limit me selling, but it's been too hard!"
I nodded, understanding, "I'se know, Spot's making me sell. I'se so scared, ya still havin dose dreams?"
"Dose damn haunting memories of that night will never leave me, I'se 'fraid."
I wanted to cry, "Sweets, I'se don' wanna gross ya out, but I'se can't even stand being touched by ya bruddah no more. I'se a'ways see him, he won't leave me mind! I wish ya bruddah knew, maybe dat would clear it, but I'se fraid dat until dey are gone. I can't be wit Spot."
She hugged me tightly, "I'se so sorry! We'se figure something out! Somehow, you'se be wit Spot."
AN: This story is supposed to be pg13 but I have a feeling it will reach the R rating. So if you can't handle the violence (which may come in), the sexual intercourse, and provocative language don't read! And for the readers that can stomach it, R/R mush! PLEASE??? Lyals -Vixen here!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Newsies! If I owned Newsies I guarantee that it would be at least 'R' rated! Trust me- Spot Conlon wouldn't know what hit him! Sorry to get my mind out of the gutter here's the rest of the DISCLAIMER. I OWN Vixen (Chelsea), Britannia, Amalia, Tracker, and any other newsie not mentioned in the movie, as well as the plot and the first story Midnight Sky.
S.O.'s: Sprite- How's dat Mush doing? Lookin fine I hope! Well enjoy and review! Mush love baby! Clue- Racetrack + Clue=love=sex=babies? lol Gonna have to wait and see what happens! Alicat- Ali, you and Bumlets have a naughty scene! hehe! Hope ya like! Kat- Hope you and Skittery work out in this one. Lemme know what ya think of you two, okay? latah hun! Sweets- I love ya babe! Hope ya enjoy- lots of you and Blink! Neppy- Thanks for all the reviews to Midnight Sky- love ya!
*Previously in Midnight Sky* A loud nois came from behind us, and one from in front of us.
"Sweets!" I exclaimed thinking of my memory of the last alley accident I had, "Lets go! Hurry!"
She grabbed onto my hand and we began to run and ran straight into something.
"Heya Morris! Look wha we got here! A Conlon and a Conlon's Fox!"
"Surprise, happy boithday! We'se gotta lil gift fer ya," Morris replied walking up behind us.
Chapter 1: Haunting Memories
"Morris leave us alone! Git ya doity paws off a me!" Sweets struggled to get away from her attacker.
"AHHH!" I screamed, "Go 'way! Why ya want me and Sweets? Why us?"
Sweets wished more than anything that she could protect me who was like her little sister. She didn't want to go through this, let alone having me go through it. We both screamed, but had to give in. Oscar and Morris slid their firm members into us, having ripped off our clothes, literally. Shrieking and sobbing, Sweets shook in fear.
"Sweets!" Blink yelled, he was shaking her. She had been crying in her sleep for nearly five years. Blink had tried to figure out what was wrong, but every time he tried talking to her she would just ignore him.
Sweets shot up in bed, glad she was on his top bunk, and looked around. She was glad to see it was the warm bunkroom that she slept in, and it was Blink who had her in his arms. She wiped away her tears, and gladly lay back with Blink. She rested her head on his chest, resting in his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close, and kissed the top of her head.
"Everythin' is aight, I'se here," His sweet, and calm voice made Sweets shiver. She loved him, but knew that things weren't all right and he could never learn about that haunting night.
"Vixen, c'mon!" Spot complained, "Why ya a'ways do dis tah me? It ain't right!"
"I'se sorry, but I'se not ready." I stood up and walked to the window. I wished on every star I saw that the haunting memories of Oscar would leave me. If Spot knew every time I backed down was because I saw Oscar's face instead of his, he probably kill the Delancey's. Of course that wouldn't be so bad. I heard Spot sigh loudly, and walk towards me. The floorboards creaked as his feet brushed over them, and he was soon wrapped around me.
"I'se undahstand, an' I'se promise ya I ain't gonna try nothin. Come back tah bed, huh?" He groped his hands over my body, and kissed my neck.
"Oh yeah, an dats supposed tah reassure me?" He groaned, dropped his arms, and removed his lips.
"Wha's da mattah?" He was furious and I could see it in his eyes with the shining light from the moon.
I looked away from him again, not wanting him to see through me, "Nothing dat ya would undahstand. Look, I'se jist don't wanna be messed wit. Aight?"
His temper rose, and he threw his arms in exhaustion, "Don't ya trust me? Why don't ya just sleep in ya own bed?"
Smiling to myself, I pushed past him. I lied down in the bed, and sprawled out, "Move ovah!"
I shook my head, "No, I'se sleepin in me own bed. Jist like ya told me."
He rolled his eyes, "God dammit! Move!" I firmly remained on the bed, "I'se sawrry Chels, now will ya move." I still refused to do as he asked, and was not at all shocked when Spot attempted to drag me from the bed. Finally, he gave up and jumped on top of me.
"Spot I'se told ya I don't want tah be messed with."
"I'se not messin wit ya," he replied kissing my neck again, "I'se bein serious." I sighed as he continued to kiss me, but I could only think of that horrible night with the enemy.
Spot had dragged me from the bed the next morning, which was not an easy job. I was no longer the little 9 year old he used to lug around. I was now a 14 year old young woman who held the features of a very matured busty woman. Not one person who met me thought I was only 14 but more of a 18 year old like Sweets. We were buying our papes and heading over to Manhattan. We were staying for a night or two, because I had a gig at Medda's. I had tried to limit my staying in Manhattan, and when I did I never left one of the Newsies' sides. Us girls were seldom off on our own except for in the LH.
"Do I have tah sell tomorrah, Spot?" I asked as we walked through the busy streets.
"Babe, da headlines been bad, hard fer us tah come up with a catchy one. Ya know dat, we need da money. Why don't ya evah wanna woik when we go tah 'Hattan? Ya nevah wanna sell, wha's ya problem?"
We had reached the end of the bridge, I reached for his hand, pulling myself close. "Manhattan isn't me home no more. I'se don't git tah see many o' me friends. I'se like tah jist visit wit 'em."
"Well, can ya sell tomorrah a'least? Jist one day, we'se need da money," he questioned protectively wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Aight, jist dis once."
Sweets sat with Sprite, and Clue waiting for the others to show up. Things in New York were slow, money was hard to come by even though the war was over. Pulitzer had just slightly changed the pay, but we knew there was nothing we could do but sell. The bell rang above the door, drawing the girls' attention to the new costumer.
"Oh heya.." The girls couldn't wait to reunite with their Brooklyn friend(me- hehe!) and the usual newsies didn't impress them.
"Oh, so dats all I'se get?" Race addressed Clue.
"Wha? Ya think ya somethin special? I'se gotta see ya everyday, you'se ain't nothin I'se haven't seen in three weeks," Clue shot back.
The girls laughed as Race stumbled back pretending to be hurt. Clue pulled him to her, tugging him by his suspenders. He gladly accepted her kiss, and replied with one of his own making sure she knew how much she meant to him.
"Mushy, comes here!" Sprite whined, "I'se missed ya, didn't come to meet me tahday. Wha ya doing?"
"Sellin', you'se know its been hard lately. Sides I'se take a good many more den ya." He kissed her lightly, and placed her on his lap.
Blink was all ready kissing Sweets neck, when she saw us. Sweets stood, rushing out the door towards me.
"Vixen!" Sweets shouted running to me.
I saw her and took off running, "Sweets! Oh I'se missed ya!"
"I'se miss..." She stopped in her tracks not finishing her sentence. I couldn't stop fast enough and skidded into her.
"Wha's da mattah? Ya aight?" Sweets shook her head, as she put her attention back on Vixen.
"Morris and Oscar are behind me bruddah." She whispered to me. I slightly turned my head, and sure enough they were looking past Spot at a different target. I knew Oscar's eyes were roaming over my body and Morris was starring at Sweets, his eyes filled with mischief.
"SPOT!" I yelled a little too nervously.
"Hiya Sweets," He jogged up to us, and I was quick to place myself in the protection of his arms.
"Heya, c'mon le's go!" She was quick to get in the restaurant, using it as her sanctuary. I pulled Spot into Tibby's speeding up as well.
Once we were inside, we made our rounds hugging. The door opening disturbed us, and Sweets and I stood frozen afraid to see if they were stupid enough to come in. But sure enough we caught sight of them as they passed by. Jack was ecstatic to see me again, missing his sister.
"Merriweather! Oh I'se missed ya!" I gladly jumped up into his arms.
"Miss ya! But would ya stop calling me Merriweather?" He shook his head, and soon caught up in conversation with Spot and the boys.
I smiled at the girls, but yanked Sweets to the side, "Dey haven't bothered ya, have dey?"
"I'se been fine, so far anyways. I'se try tah limit me selling, but it's been too hard!"
I nodded, understanding, "I'se know, Spot's making me sell. I'se so scared, ya still havin dose dreams?"
"Dose damn haunting memories of that night will never leave me, I'se 'fraid."
I wanted to cry, "Sweets, I'se don' wanna gross ya out, but I'se can't even stand being touched by ya bruddah no more. I'se a'ways see him, he won't leave me mind! I wish ya bruddah knew, maybe dat would clear it, but I'se fraid dat until dey are gone. I can't be wit Spot."
She hugged me tightly, "I'se so sorry! We'se figure something out! Somehow, you'se be wit Spot."