Disclaimer: as if you don't know how this goes. This, by the way.is written in first person. Blink to be exact. I would absolutely love to thank Shortie.because if it weren't for her I would probably still hate slash and because she's going to beta this for me. But I love slash. I do I do!! This is my first slash, so bare with me. And, I know this is really short. But I didn't want to give TOO much away.

The first time I realized it was during the strike; when Spot first came to help us. You know his line, "Never fear, Brooklyn is here." I couldn't help it he just looked so damn good.

I guess I'd always felt that way towards Spot, he's perfect. He hasn't noticed me staring at him, observing his every move. I just watch him, talking to Jack, the way that he walks, and how he'll stare at something intensively for minutes on end.

He just has that effect on me, I don't know why. He has never liked me and hes had plenty of girls. I didn't think a guy like him would ever notice someone like me. He was tough, a leader. And me, I was just a lousy Manhattan newsie trying to make a buck. He didn't have to worry about finding sleep, or food. I on the other hand would resort to sleeping in an alley in the Bronx if I had to. Spot and I, were so different, yet so made for each other. At least; that's what I thought.

I never noticed I felt anything for Spot. Not until that one day during the strike.