Okay well I'm glad I got most of my old reviewers back!! ^^. here are me lil ol' shoutouts.

The Omniscient Bookseller: Thanks for the review. I hate it when people spaz on you when your just trying to help then ^.^;;. Yeah I know at first I was planning only having it as a one shot, but then it changed and I thought of a lil plot line thinger. I just hope its not all cliché.

Anna W: hahah!! Thank you'se!!! If it wasn't for you that chapter prolly would have never showed up! Yeah it kinda took me awhile to think about how Spot should introduce himself. But I got it! Can't wait 'til you get back from vacation!!! Byez!

Kew: Thanks for the review I'm glad you like it!

Morning Dew: Croissants rock ^^. Yeah Spots has a big and tough act but he's really as cute and cuddly as a teddy bear *Spot!Muse hits with slingshot* T.T!! Okay so maybe an angry rabid teddy bear. Thanks for dah review!!

Brooky Harper: Do you have any Newsie stories? ^^ if you do can I have your penname and check 'em out. Thanks for the review!

Okay since the last chapter was a flash back this is like a present day kinda thing. well its when Jamie's alive except now he's older.

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"Awww C'mon mom I'se perfectly fine." Jamie said with a slight New York accent as his mother paced around the room shaking her head.

"No Jamie you're not going." She replied firmly.

"Why not?" Was the demanded reply, 'another failed attempt' he thought.

"You're my only child and the streets are dangerous." Katie answered.

"You know I'se can take care of myself!" "The moment you step foot on the streets alone everyone would tear you up like wolves."

"Dad survived."

"Jamie."

"Mother." He replied in an even tone, though she hated to admit it he had his father's wild and free spirit that was almost untamable.

"Jamie." She sighed not wanting to argue anymore, looking around, "Look dinner's ready." She said and walked into the kitchen, a few seconds later he followed. As quick as he could he finished his pasta and put his plate in the sink washing his hands like he had always been taught and then walked into his room. Not bothering to change his clothes he sat down on the bed he had been using for the past ten or so years. Katie walked into the room a sad smile on her face.

"Goodnight." She called kissing his forehead and turning off the light, the door slowly closing behind her. Sighing Jamie lay on his back staring up at the wooden walls trying to picture where he would be ten years from now, nothing came to his mind as he rolled over turning his back to the door listening to the sounds of the night. The rustle of the wind, his mothers door closing, and the clinking sound of horses hooves.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jamie found himself standing over his small dresser a pack in his right hand as he grabbed two pairs of pants and a few shirts. He felt around his neck to make sure the key was still around his neck like it had always been. As he inched towards the window he stopped to look at the picture on the small desk next to his bed, a picture of his father and his Newsboys all smiling, walking over to the stand he picked up the picture and folded it into his pocket.

"Sorry." He whispered more to the wind as he climbed out of the window and onto the creaking fire escape. Finally when he was close enough to the ground he jumped off the ladder and landed with a 'thump'. Standing in the middle of the street he looked around, logic told him that his mother would be looking for him around the Brooklyn Lodges. 'Hattan.' He thought suddenly with a small smirk, now all he had to do was try to get there in the dark.

Nobody paid any attention to the teen age boy that was walking down the street, a pack in one hand and a bewildered look on his face, no one noticed the small spot heading towards Queens.

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Erm yeah.. short.. rushed. but uhh tell me what you think!!