A/N: This song fic takes place in the 1960's.
Kyle grabbed his guitar, Mark his drumsticks and Simon took his place at the keyboard. I then handed out the music that I had just finished writing earlier that morning. They looked at for awhile and then Kyle was the first to speak.

"This is a great song John. Where did you get the idea for it?" I took my guitar and finished tuning it.

"It's based on my grandfather's life. He told me how he met my grandmother and the story just inspired the song."

"Can we hear it?" Mark asked as he twirled his sticks.

"I'm a little fuzzy on the details. We could visit my grandfather at the retirement home. He'd probably like that. Wednesdays are his bridge night with his friends."

We put away our instruments; piled into Simon's car and I gave him directions to the retirement home. When we got there, I saw Nurse Ruminate and she just pointed us towards the game room. Inside, I recognized my grandfather right away. He was sitting at the far table with his 3 friends. The other reason it was easy to tell, he had his red bandana around his neck. We walked over and said hello.

" Ello Johnny Boy. What are you doin here?"

"Well I ended up putting that story you told me about you and grandma into a song. Well the guys wanted to know the story behind it." Grandpa smiled.

"Well if I'm goin to do this properly, the 8 of us might as well go somewhere more private. Lets go to the reading room." We walked down to the reading room and pulled chairs around the older gentlemen's.

"First of all, I want to tell you all that us old folk used to be what they called Newsies." Kyle spoke.

"I remember learning about that in school. They said there was a big strike."

"Yes well we were part of it. You heard of Jack Kelly, Kid Blink, Mush Myers and Spot Conlon right?" Us boys nodded.

"Well of course you John know that I'm Jack Kelly. Well meet Kid Blink, Mush and Spot. They were there when I met your grand mother. You remember how no one could ever win a fight against her?" I nodded.

"Well she was a tough broad even when she was a teenager. She was a Newsie as well and while her name was Skyler, her Newsie name was Dodger. She had the reputation that would put a dog to shame. She could outfight, out drink and out quarrel anyone."

"Grandma drank? She was always against Dad drinking."

"She changed here opinion after a little incident back when we were first dating."

"Jacky boy. You're delayin the story. If you don't start soon, I'll start tellin the story."

"Well maybe you should. You were the first to see her. You brought her to me remember?"

"Oh ya. Well boys, it all started in 1905. I was officially the owner of the Brooklyn Lodgin House and these three were working at a factory in the Manhattan. We had grown out of being Newsies but still kept the names that were given to us."

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Spot's POV

"Snakes! Git up. C'mon, the day is waistin and you all have to sell." The boys groaned and slowly got out of bed. I made my way back downstairs to where my girlfriend Ice was putting bread and milk out for the boys.

"I'll go open the door so that we get some sunshine in here." I said after kissing her good morning. Walking over to the door, I was soon rammed into by a small figure. I grabbed the person by the arm before they could get any farther.

"Whoa, slow down. What are you doin here boy? Your not one of mine."

"Cripes all Katie! Listen here buster. I'm no ones property so get your muddy grubbing hands off of me." I looked at the person and realized that it wasn't a boy but a girl. Her face was all smudged up and her hair was cut short like a boys.

"Well I will when you tell me why you came bursting in when I opened the door."

"I don't have to answer to you. Let go of me or you'll be sorry." I had been used to the threats from newcomers so dismissed it. Boy do I wish I hadn't. The next thing I knew, I was punched in the stomach. Doing the most instinctive thing, I swung out as well, catching the girl in the face. She stumbled backwards and out the door. Ice ran to it to see the girl run around the corner and out of sight.

"I really wish you hadn't done that Spot." I walked over to her.

"What do you mean? She hit me first." Ice turned and looked at me. Her blue eyes, which were cause for her name, were very pale.

"That was Dodger. A girl from when I was younger, before I came to Brooklyn. She was my best friend though she was 3 years younger than me. I'm surprised she didn't recognize me."

"But why do you wish I hadn't punched her?"

"She'll go into hiding for at least a week. How else do you think she got the nickname Dodger? She was the one person you would want on your side because she has the strongest punch and she rarely got hit. When she did though, she would disappear."

Now I was starting to feel guilty. The look on Ice's face was torture. I hated it when she got depressed. I then got an idea.

"Listen, I'll tell the boys to look out for a 19 year old girl with a shiner. I'll also go over to Manhattan to tell them to look out for her too." Ice gave me a kiss and the boys running down the stairs soon interrupted us.

"Boys, before you leave, I want you all to be on the look out for a girl about 5'6", scuffed up a bit and has a shiner on the left eye. As soon as you see her, send word back to Ice."

The boys all nodded and started off for a day's work.
A/N: Man do I have a bad habit of starting stories when I'm not even done the other ones. I do not own the Newsies but I do own Snakes, Dodger, Kyle, Mark, Simon and John. The nurse is mine as well. Ice belongs to Ice. I'll try to update the other stories soon. Writer's block, what can you do?