Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, Disney does. However I do own any of the original characters you see here and Klover owns well Klover.

Authors Note: I made the end of chapter nine a little more clear on what Blink thought. I am sorry for not making it so clear the first time.

Shout Outs:
Rain: I made chapter nine more explanatory and thanks again for the review.

Blink: Yeah it was a little confusin'.

Moonlight: I fixed it so get off my back.

Blink: Well it shouldn't be confusin' in se first place.

Moonlight: Blink, I swear I'll hurt you. (Blink backs off)

Jackal: I am glad you like my story and I hoped you enjoy the rest of it. Thanks for the review and I hope you like this chapter.

Skittery: We all welcome ya.

Klover: Hey I am sorry I make you sound like your mother, but that just the way I saw Klover.

Dylan: I've got no complaints.

Klover: You better not.

Southern Spell: I am really glad you like it.

Specs: I am glad ya like it to Southern.

Snoddy: Specs 'ow many time do I gotta tell ye ta stop flirtin'.

Chicago: I know how you feel with all this hot weather. I am dying here and to think I start my job Monday at a camp. How am I ever going to survive? Like you I think I've talked enough.

Jack: Hey Chicago, danks for not taken what I said to personal. I was not tryin' ta be rude. (Laughs when reads she was jumping up and down) 'ope ya 'ad fun jumpin'.

Pages: Hey thanks for the review and I am really glad you like the story and I hope to hear from you again.

David: Hey Pages. Welcome to our little world, I guess you could call it. It is fun most of the time, until Moonlight becomes the writing Nazi.

Moonlight: I am not a writing Nazi.

Pie Eater: What's a Nazi? (A few others repeat that question)

Moonlight: You opened your mouth, ha mouth, that's funny.

David: No it's not.

Moonlight: Your right. (David smirks) Damn, never admit your wrong, especially to these guys because they will never let you live it down.

Racetrack: (places arm around Moonlight) Yeah, dat is one of our better qualities.

Moonlight: Racetrack, shut up.

Steve: Hey thanks for the review. I am really glad you liked it. I promise if I ever become published, I will save you a copy. Even if I become famous, I will probably still throw a bowling ball. I like bowling it is fun. See you when I can.

Dylan was practically ripped back into Klover's apartment when he arrived with all her ingredients. "What took you so long?"
"I was barely gone an hour." Said Dylan in his defense.
"Yes, but the milk has been ready for fifteen minutes."
"Onions, milk, salt, pepper what kind of soup are you making her?"
"My mother taught me to make it when I was younger. It will help to clear the flu from her head. It comes all the way from Ireland." She said cutting the onion in half and dropping it into the warm milk. She added a few pinches of salt and pepper.
"Since when have you become the little home maker." He asked placing his hands around his waist. She elbowed him in the stomach.
"Enough now. I am trying to cook."
"Yes ma'am." Klover stirred her soup. The onion was becoming clear and falling apart. The milk was also beginning to change colors from its ingredients.
"Here." She said taking a small spoonful, blew on it, and then gave it to him to try. He backed away from the spoon. "What?"
"Umm. I don't like onions." He lied. The truth was he was a little scared of her cooking.
"You don't like onions my arse. I've seen you eat them hundred of times. Now take a bite or else." Her voice grew strong and menacing. Her eyes went through him.
He took the spoon and starred at it. Every part of his body told him to drop the spoon and run, but he slowly brings the spoon to his mouth. Klover stamped her foot impatiently. "Don't rush me." With one quick gulp he swallowed the soup.
"Well?"
"It's perfect." He smiled. She kissed him on the check and turned around to give the soup a few final stirs. Dylan's face dropped as soon as Klover's back was turned. He wasn't sure whether this soup would cure Jenny or finish her off.
"Are you ready?" Dylan looked at Klover. The pot was covered and she held it with a rag.
"Let's go." Said Dylan. He and Klover headed out the door.

Kid Blink stormed into the lodging house and up the stairs. He slammed the bedroom door open and all the newsboys that were in there jumped. "Hey Blink what's up?" Asked Skittery.
"Where's Jack?"
"'e ain't back yet." Said Specs.
"What Blink?" Jack stood in the doorway. He was as surprised as the other boys to see Blink so angry. "Do you wanna talk alone or in front of everybody?"
"We can talk alone." Jack nodded.
"Everyone git downstairs." Jack ordered. A few groans were heard, but they did as they were told. Jack looked at Blink. "Well?"
"'ow could ya?" He said his voice full of anger.
"'ow could I what?"
"Leave 'er."
"Blink I do not 'ave any clue what so ever on what yer talkin' abou'."
"De most important person in yer life. How could ya even dink about leavin' 'er?" Blink cried. He touched the eye patch that covered his left eye.

Blink was eight years old and was just coming home from selling papers when he noticed the building where his family lived on fire. Men, women, and children all sat watching and gasping. A few men were running inside and helping carry children, objects, and helping woman out of the building. A few that came out were seriously hurt, while others only had scraps and bruises.
Blinks eyes searched for his twin sister and mother. His father had been at work. To his dismay they bother were nowhere to be seen. Men stopped entering the building saying the floors were beginning to collapse. They also said they could here voices of those still trapped inside, but they were unable to do anything until the fire department gets here.
Without thinking twice, Blink ran into the burning building to find his family. Many people called after him, but none dared to enter the building on the account none wanted to loose their own lives.
Blink ran up the stairs to the second floor. The smoke filled his lungs causing him to cough and have hard time breathing. The smoke stung his eyes and made them water. He was drenched in sweat and his hair and cloths were covered in ash.
Arriving at his door he went to turn the doorknob, but pulled away quickly, surprised at how hot it was. The pain in his hand caused him to cry out, but he would not allow that to stop him. He kicked the door, once, twice, and even a third time. Each kick was harder than the last. He was full of anger, hate, and sadness that he might never see his family again. When the door finally broke pieces of hot wood flew into his left eye. The pain was so immense he almost passed out, but continued into the room.
Entering the room he saw a horrific site. The curtains, chair, table were all ablaze. He went to his mother's room first and saw her lying on the floor. He ran up to her and placed his ear by her mouth to see if she was still breathing, but she was not. The smoke had filled her lungs making her unable to breath. Blink wanted to sit there and cry, but he knew he had to find his sister.
He ran to the room he shared with his sister and found her trapped under their dresser. When he approached her she opened her eyes weakly. "Saline you alrigh'?"
"No, I can't feel my legs." Blink looked at them and both were crushed under the dresser. He tried to lift it, but couldn't. "Ya need ta git out of 'ere."
"I am not leavin' ya." He tried to again and again, but it was no use, he just wasn't strong enough.
"Hey, listen it is getting' 'ard ta breath and I don't dink I am gonna live throw dis." Blink held her hand. They had always been the best of friends. The only time they were ever apart is when Blink was selling papers. " I love ya." She whispered. Blink kissed her hand.
"I love ya too." She smiled as she took her last breath. Blink held her close and cried. He didn't care anymore whether he got out or not. He had lost the two most important people in his life.
He could here the fire crackling and burning everything in its path beginning to get closer. The smoke was becoming thicker and he began to cough and not be able to breath. Then two large hands picked him up and pulled him away from his dead sister. "He knick and screamed until he passed out, those strong hands never letting him go.
A week later he woke up in the hospital. His body was soar all over and his chest hurt every time he took a breath. He watched as doctors and nurses passed. Then he noticed hi eyesight wasn't the same. He painfully reached to tough his left eyes were he could no longer see out of and felt a patch there. "Good your awake." Said a nurse.
"'ow long 'ave I been asleep?" Blink asked.
"A week."
"Den my mudder and sista are really.." Blink couldn't bring himself to say the word.
"Yes I am afraid so."
"Did I loose me eye?"
"Yes, but other than that you are almost completely healed." The nurse tried to sound happy.
"Your father left you a letter and it is next to your bed. In the drawer is a small pouch he said only to let you open. I can read you the letter if you like."
"No, I can read it me self, if you would jist hand it to me."
"Alright. I'll come back and check on you later." She said handing him the letter and than walking out. Opening the letter he recognized the sloppy handwriting.
Dear Son,
After de fire I stayed by your side day and nigh'. I found myself seein' your mudder and sista in ya. It killed me. I am sorry ta tell ya dis, but I've left New Yoik. In de pouch is some money. I'm sorry son.
Love,
James
Tears filled Blinks eyes as he cried. He had lost everyone who ever cared about him.

"Blink I am confused." Said Jack.
"Your sista Jack or should I say Francis." Jack was surprised to hear Blink use his real name. Very few Newsies actually knew it. "I am talkin' about yer little sista." Blink shouted. This surprised Jack even more to hear Blink knew he had a sister. That he was sure nobody knew.
"Blink ya don't understand and 'ow do ya know about 'er?" Then it hit Jack. That is why you've been so upset, she is the girl you fell in love with." Blink nodded.
"Listen ya don't understand why I did it and most likely never will considerin; yer past, but I did it for 'er."
"Abandonin' 'er was for 'er?"
"Yes, because I knew dat dey could give 'er a better life den I could. Besides I still check on 'er. I'll sit and watch 'er sleep a lot of times on de fire escape."
"So den ya know she's sick?"
"Yeah, dat's why I've been so down lately."
"Fine Jack, but yer comin' wit me ta see 'er, NOW." Blink said sternly.
"Blink I don't."
"No, yer comin' Jack. I won't let you not see 'er in case." Blink couldn't finish the sentence. Dr. Brown had said it was bad and now Jack knew too. He nodded and the two boys went back to see me.