I MADE A FEW CHANGES AT THE END BECAUSE IT WAS NOT CLEAR AT THE END WHETHER
OR NOT BLINK KNEW JACK WAS JENNY'S BROTHER. I MADE IT CLEARER.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, Disney does. However, I do own any original characters that you see and Klover well owns Klover.
Shout Outs:
Rain: Hey, thanks for the review again. It sucks you are taking down "Helping a Gypsy". I was really enjoying the idea.
Bumlets: Yeah so was I.
Well anyway, thanks again and make sure you stay away from those men in the white coats.
Snipeshooter: Yeah, dey are scary.
Legs: Thanks again for the review. Jenny and Jack, well you will just have to wait and see.
Racetrack: Legs (blushing slightly) danks for de kiss. Yer real sweet.
Jack: Look like Race got himself a little girlfrien'. (Race punches Jack) Oww.
Racetrack: Ya deserve it.
Survive: Hey I still got your jacket and if you want it back your going to have to give me my twenty bucks. Thank you for the most creative review I've ever seen. You are a genius.
Mush: Why would ya want dis jacket back when it is so 'ot in New York?
Southern Spell: I am really glad you like my story and I hope you like the rest of it.
Specs: Southern is a new reviewer, ain't she?
Moonlight: Yes she is.
Specs: Welcome Southern.
Snoddy: Hey Specs, stop flirtin'.
Chicago: So how did that thing with your family go?
Jack: Yeah, it looks like ya survived it.
Moonlight: Jack don't be rude. Now apologize.
Jack: I'm sorry.
Moonlight: Good.
Thanks for the review again and wherever you went I hope you have a good time.
Racetrack: How come dis Moonligh' girl gets ta tell us what ta do?
Jack: I don't know.
Crutchy: Yeah, I am getting' tired of it to. (All the Newsies come at Moonlight) Why is it you get ta tell us what ta do?
Moonlight: Because I am in charge.
Racetrack: Who gave ya dat righ'?
Moonlight: No one.
Mush: Den why do we got ta listen ta ya?
Moonlight: Because I am in charge and a woman who would not hesitate to kick your sorry butts.
Specs: Dere are more of us den you.
Moonlight: Yes I can see us.
Pie Eater: So we are de ones who make all de rules.
Moonlight: No, I am still the author.
Dutchy: Guys, she got a point.
Moonlight: Thanks you Dutchy. (Dutchy smiles)
All except Moonlight and Dutchy: Author's pet.
Moonlight: All right enough with all the chatting. Her is the next chapter and I hope you like it.
Mrs. Brown sat next to my bed, dabbing my forehead with a cool wet cloth. Her eyes were red from crying and lack of sleep. A hand gently toughed her shoulder. She jumped slightly. "Dear, you need to get some rest." Said Mr. Brown.
"I know, but I want to make sure she doesn't."
"She isn't going to die, Dear."
"Come on Thomas, you said ten years ago she was going to be weakened forever because she got so close to death. What makes you think things cannot get worse and we do loose her? I can not bare to loose another one." Said Mrs. Brown crying softly. A year before I had come they had lost their ten year old daughter. She had gotten very sick and died within a week. Mrs. Brown took it so hard she barely talked for six months. The night that I arrived on their door was the first time in a year she actually left her home.
"I won't let her die." Dr. Brown said starring into his wife's eyes. "Now stop talking like that and go rest. The doctors orders." Despite herself, Mrs. Brown found herself smiling at his remark.
"I will only rest if you promise to wake me up if anything changes, for better or for worse." He nodded as he led her out of the room.
Dr. Brown sat next to me and rubbed my hand gently. "You need to got better, for her sake."
"Francis Sullivan." I said weakly. "Why did * cough * you leave me? * cough, cough *" Dr. Brown listened with great interest. Even when I was sick my mind still wondered to my brother. I had yelled out his name when I wan young in my sleep and when I was sick. Dr. Brown and Mrs. Brown assumed he was the one who left me and figured out that my nightmares that woke me so early were about him. They once asked me a few years ago what had happened to my mother and father and I told them she died and my father was in jail.. "Why * cough * Francis why? * cough, cough *" With all his heart Dr. Brown wished he knew where my brother was, hoping that seeing me would make me feel better.
He remembered when I was younger; I had a bandana with his initials on it. Mrs. Brown had told me to throw it out, but he knew I was hiding it under my pillow. "Blink." I cried. Dr. Brown looked up and wondered what I meant. "Blink, * cough * I need you."
Dylan knocked on the door to an apartment. A girl with brown hair and blue eyes answered. She was an inch shorter than Dylan at 5'9. "Hi, long time no see." Said the girl with a strong Irish accent.
"Hi Klover." Said Dylan kissing her on the lips. He and Klover had been dating for six months.
"Dylan, what's wrong? It's been over a week since I saw you last. In another two days I start finishing school again. We were supposed to spend my entire vacation together." Dylan still didn't say anything. "Is that mean Dr. Brown working you to hard?"
"No, I mean yes I am working hard, but."
"But what? It is ok to say he is working you to hard. He won't find out."
"Klover, it's not that. Jenny's sick. I mean really sick. She's had a high fever for over a week and we can't get it to drop."
"Oh my." Said Klover. She rushed inside and pulled a few dollars out from a jar. She began to scribble words onto a piece of paper. She handed it to Dylan.
"Onion, pepper, salt, Klover I do not understand."
"I need these things to make a soup from my country. It is said to help kill the flu. Now go, hurry." She pushed Dylan out the door and into the summer air. Dylan hurried through the streets to find these things.
Blink did not sell papers that morning. He went for a long walk instead. He knew where his walk needed to end up, but part of him was nervous and unsure whether or not he should go there.
What if she had stayed away on purpose? Should he have kissed her? Did he say something to offend her? Did her family find out? All these questions kept going through his head as he entered a building. "'ello?" The lobby was completely empty and no one was at the desk.
"Yes, young men? Unless it is an emergency I'm going to have to ask you to go to another office." Said Dr. Brown coming down the stairs.
"Actually sir, I am 'ere ta see Jenny."
"You're here to see Jennifer?"
"Yes sir."
"Would you mind me asking how you know her?"
"Well sir, um I'm not sure 'ow ta tell ya dis, but I am 'er boyfrien'."
"Her what?"
"Thomas, who is it?" Said Mrs. Brown coming down the stairs. "It better be important for leaving Jennifer by herself when she is sick."
"Ma'am she sick." Said Blink very surprised. "Please ya need ta let me see 'er, please."
"Young man I don't know who you think you are, but I am not about to let some stranger up and see my daughter when she is sick."
"Sir, with all do respect, she is not yer daughter. She was left on yer front step."
"All right, you can see her for ten minutes." Said Dr. Brown.
"Thomas." Said Mr. Brown a little surprised.
"There is no way he would have known that unless her knew Jennifer. You've got ten minutes." He pushed me inside a room where I lay sleeping.
"Jenny." Blink said. He cleared his throat. "Jenny, oh God. It is kinda 'ard ta see ya like dis."
"Francis." I said weakly. Blink looked up and saw I was still sleeping and talking in my sleep.
"No Jenny, it's me Kid Blink."
"Francis Sullivan * cough, cough * why did you leave me?" Blink listened to that name and it sounded very familiar. *cough, cough, cough *
"Jenny." Blink took my hand and kissed it softly. I opened my eyes and smiled. * cough, cough *
"Blink, you came * cough * and saw * cough, cough * me." Blink looked up and smiled. For a second I thought I saw a tear in his eye.
"Of course I did. I told ya I loved ya and I meant it." I smiled before I went into a coughing fit.
"I must look awful right now." I found myself laughing at the thought.
"No, ya look gorgeous."
"Liar." He smiled. That was the first word I ever said to him.
"C'mon ya need ta rest." I nodded and closed my eyes. Blink spent the rest of his ten minutes just watching me. When Mr. Brown came in and tapped his shoulder he got up quickly. His spot was filled by quickly Mrs. Brown. "Dan you sir." Said Blink as he went to leave.
"What did you say your name was kid?"
"Kid Blink sir." Blink, that was the other name Jennifer had called out. Link went to leave, but turned quickly around. "Sir, I was wonderin' if I could come and see 'er again."
"I do not think that will be a problem, but only for ten minutes."
"Yes sir and dank you. Sir one more ding, who is Francis Sullivan?"
"Oh, she called out that boys name again." Blink nodded. "That is her brother. When she was five he left her in the middle of the winter on our doorstep. She became very sick afterwards and called out his name a lot. We assumed that was her brother because she did tell us her mother was dead and father in prison. Do you know that name?"
"No sir, I jist wanted to know who she was callin'. Bye sir." Blink said before running down the street.
When Blink was five minutes from the boarding house it struck him who Francis Sullivan was.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, Disney does. However, I do own any original characters that you see and Klover well owns Klover.
Shout Outs:
Rain: Hey, thanks for the review again. It sucks you are taking down "Helping a Gypsy". I was really enjoying the idea.
Bumlets: Yeah so was I.
Well anyway, thanks again and make sure you stay away from those men in the white coats.
Snipeshooter: Yeah, dey are scary.
Legs: Thanks again for the review. Jenny and Jack, well you will just have to wait and see.
Racetrack: Legs (blushing slightly) danks for de kiss. Yer real sweet.
Jack: Look like Race got himself a little girlfrien'. (Race punches Jack) Oww.
Racetrack: Ya deserve it.
Survive: Hey I still got your jacket and if you want it back your going to have to give me my twenty bucks. Thank you for the most creative review I've ever seen. You are a genius.
Mush: Why would ya want dis jacket back when it is so 'ot in New York?
Southern Spell: I am really glad you like my story and I hope you like the rest of it.
Specs: Southern is a new reviewer, ain't she?
Moonlight: Yes she is.
Specs: Welcome Southern.
Snoddy: Hey Specs, stop flirtin'.
Chicago: So how did that thing with your family go?
Jack: Yeah, it looks like ya survived it.
Moonlight: Jack don't be rude. Now apologize.
Jack: I'm sorry.
Moonlight: Good.
Thanks for the review again and wherever you went I hope you have a good time.
Racetrack: How come dis Moonligh' girl gets ta tell us what ta do?
Jack: I don't know.
Crutchy: Yeah, I am getting' tired of it to. (All the Newsies come at Moonlight) Why is it you get ta tell us what ta do?
Moonlight: Because I am in charge.
Racetrack: Who gave ya dat righ'?
Moonlight: No one.
Mush: Den why do we got ta listen ta ya?
Moonlight: Because I am in charge and a woman who would not hesitate to kick your sorry butts.
Specs: Dere are more of us den you.
Moonlight: Yes I can see us.
Pie Eater: So we are de ones who make all de rules.
Moonlight: No, I am still the author.
Dutchy: Guys, she got a point.
Moonlight: Thanks you Dutchy. (Dutchy smiles)
All except Moonlight and Dutchy: Author's pet.
Moonlight: All right enough with all the chatting. Her is the next chapter and I hope you like it.
Mrs. Brown sat next to my bed, dabbing my forehead with a cool wet cloth. Her eyes were red from crying and lack of sleep. A hand gently toughed her shoulder. She jumped slightly. "Dear, you need to get some rest." Said Mr. Brown.
"I know, but I want to make sure she doesn't."
"She isn't going to die, Dear."
"Come on Thomas, you said ten years ago she was going to be weakened forever because she got so close to death. What makes you think things cannot get worse and we do loose her? I can not bare to loose another one." Said Mrs. Brown crying softly. A year before I had come they had lost their ten year old daughter. She had gotten very sick and died within a week. Mrs. Brown took it so hard she barely talked for six months. The night that I arrived on their door was the first time in a year she actually left her home.
"I won't let her die." Dr. Brown said starring into his wife's eyes. "Now stop talking like that and go rest. The doctors orders." Despite herself, Mrs. Brown found herself smiling at his remark.
"I will only rest if you promise to wake me up if anything changes, for better or for worse." He nodded as he led her out of the room.
Dr. Brown sat next to me and rubbed my hand gently. "You need to got better, for her sake."
"Francis Sullivan." I said weakly. "Why did * cough * you leave me? * cough, cough *" Dr. Brown listened with great interest. Even when I was sick my mind still wondered to my brother. I had yelled out his name when I wan young in my sleep and when I was sick. Dr. Brown and Mrs. Brown assumed he was the one who left me and figured out that my nightmares that woke me so early were about him. They once asked me a few years ago what had happened to my mother and father and I told them she died and my father was in jail.. "Why * cough * Francis why? * cough, cough *" With all his heart Dr. Brown wished he knew where my brother was, hoping that seeing me would make me feel better.
He remembered when I was younger; I had a bandana with his initials on it. Mrs. Brown had told me to throw it out, but he knew I was hiding it under my pillow. "Blink." I cried. Dr. Brown looked up and wondered what I meant. "Blink, * cough * I need you."
Dylan knocked on the door to an apartment. A girl with brown hair and blue eyes answered. She was an inch shorter than Dylan at 5'9. "Hi, long time no see." Said the girl with a strong Irish accent.
"Hi Klover." Said Dylan kissing her on the lips. He and Klover had been dating for six months.
"Dylan, what's wrong? It's been over a week since I saw you last. In another two days I start finishing school again. We were supposed to spend my entire vacation together." Dylan still didn't say anything. "Is that mean Dr. Brown working you to hard?"
"No, I mean yes I am working hard, but."
"But what? It is ok to say he is working you to hard. He won't find out."
"Klover, it's not that. Jenny's sick. I mean really sick. She's had a high fever for over a week and we can't get it to drop."
"Oh my." Said Klover. She rushed inside and pulled a few dollars out from a jar. She began to scribble words onto a piece of paper. She handed it to Dylan.
"Onion, pepper, salt, Klover I do not understand."
"I need these things to make a soup from my country. It is said to help kill the flu. Now go, hurry." She pushed Dylan out the door and into the summer air. Dylan hurried through the streets to find these things.
Blink did not sell papers that morning. He went for a long walk instead. He knew where his walk needed to end up, but part of him was nervous and unsure whether or not he should go there.
What if she had stayed away on purpose? Should he have kissed her? Did he say something to offend her? Did her family find out? All these questions kept going through his head as he entered a building. "'ello?" The lobby was completely empty and no one was at the desk.
"Yes, young men? Unless it is an emergency I'm going to have to ask you to go to another office." Said Dr. Brown coming down the stairs.
"Actually sir, I am 'ere ta see Jenny."
"You're here to see Jennifer?"
"Yes sir."
"Would you mind me asking how you know her?"
"Well sir, um I'm not sure 'ow ta tell ya dis, but I am 'er boyfrien'."
"Her what?"
"Thomas, who is it?" Said Mrs. Brown coming down the stairs. "It better be important for leaving Jennifer by herself when she is sick."
"Ma'am she sick." Said Blink very surprised. "Please ya need ta let me see 'er, please."
"Young man I don't know who you think you are, but I am not about to let some stranger up and see my daughter when she is sick."
"Sir, with all do respect, she is not yer daughter. She was left on yer front step."
"All right, you can see her for ten minutes." Said Dr. Brown.
"Thomas." Said Mr. Brown a little surprised.
"There is no way he would have known that unless her knew Jennifer. You've got ten minutes." He pushed me inside a room where I lay sleeping.
"Jenny." Blink said. He cleared his throat. "Jenny, oh God. It is kinda 'ard ta see ya like dis."
"Francis." I said weakly. Blink looked up and saw I was still sleeping and talking in my sleep.
"No Jenny, it's me Kid Blink."
"Francis Sullivan * cough, cough * why did you leave me?" Blink listened to that name and it sounded very familiar. *cough, cough, cough *
"Jenny." Blink took my hand and kissed it softly. I opened my eyes and smiled. * cough, cough *
"Blink, you came * cough * and saw * cough, cough * me." Blink looked up and smiled. For a second I thought I saw a tear in his eye.
"Of course I did. I told ya I loved ya and I meant it." I smiled before I went into a coughing fit.
"I must look awful right now." I found myself laughing at the thought.
"No, ya look gorgeous."
"Liar." He smiled. That was the first word I ever said to him.
"C'mon ya need ta rest." I nodded and closed my eyes. Blink spent the rest of his ten minutes just watching me. When Mr. Brown came in and tapped his shoulder he got up quickly. His spot was filled by quickly Mrs. Brown. "Dan you sir." Said Blink as he went to leave.
"What did you say your name was kid?"
"Kid Blink sir." Blink, that was the other name Jennifer had called out. Link went to leave, but turned quickly around. "Sir, I was wonderin' if I could come and see 'er again."
"I do not think that will be a problem, but only for ten minutes."
"Yes sir and dank you. Sir one more ding, who is Francis Sullivan?"
"Oh, she called out that boys name again." Blink nodded. "That is her brother. When she was five he left her in the middle of the winter on our doorstep. She became very sick afterwards and called out his name a lot. We assumed that was her brother because she did tell us her mother was dead and father in prison. Do you know that name?"
"No sir, I jist wanted to know who she was callin'. Bye sir." Blink said before running down the street.
When Blink was five minutes from the boarding house it struck him who Francis Sullivan was.
