Disclaimer: Yeah! I have escaped from Chach's wall! Go me! ::does
idiotic dance::. Now to the horrible disclaimer. I do not own the newsies
or the songs in this. I do own Sara, Ace, Shots, Docks McGowen, Dollar
Gates, Skipper, and all the other made up people in the story. If I did
something wrong please be nice when you tell me. I'm only human people!
A/n: Chach and Nae-Nae own themselves.sort of.I shall pay you back Chach.
You will soon be chained to MY wall.
Kyle Conlon on his porch pondering what he was about to do.
"Kyle! Get in here now or I'll beat you so bad you'll never walk again!" his father yelled. Kyle knew he would too.
He started running. He ran so fast and hard, for what seemed like hours, that he collapsed on the ground sobbing.
He couldn't take the pain of the beatings anymore. The bruised and cuts that already cut his body were too much already. He looked around and realized he'd run from his house all the way to Brooklyn New York.
He coughed and rolled over. Black clouded his vision. He was passing out. He knew it. It had happened before. He closed his eyes and let the injury induced sleep cover his body.
Dollar was heading home when he saw the tiny boy in the alley. He walked over to him.
"Hey kid? You okay?"
The little boy didn't answer him.
"Better take ya back ta da lodgin house. Thomas'll take care of ya."
Dollar picked up the boy and carried him back to Brooklyn Newsie Lodging House.
He entered it ten minutes later to find Docks McGowen starring him in the face. He was used to this. Not only was Docks his best friend but he was the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies too.
"What is dat Dollar?" Docks asked looking pointedly at the boy in his friend's arms.
"Well Docks it looks like a kid ta me how bout you?"
"No, I thought it was a dog ya lousy bum! I mean what is it doin in my lodgin house?"
Dollar knew Docks would only take disobedience like this from him, no one else. So he decided to keep playing his game.
"I was gonna get Thomas ta help him. See he's hoit and I think he really needs out help."
"Oh really do ya? Just keep it outta me way Dollar awright?
"Yeah whatevah Docks!" Dollar called as he bound up the stairs towards Thomas (if you people haven't figured it out Thomas is an equivalent to Kloppman).
Thomas cleaned up the boy and told Dollar he was just suffering from exhaustion and all the cuts and bruises were at least a day old. Dollar just grinned. He was just happy to have gotten away with what he had with Docks. Docks was usually a strict leader and if you did something he didn't like you paid for it. When you were dealing with Docks that was just the way it went: his way or die.
Kyle could hear the people around him but he wasn't sure if it was safe to open his eyes yet. At home if he opened his eyes before his dad wanted him to after he'd been knocked out he just got knocked out again. But these people weren't his family so maybe it was safe.
"Hey Dollar look at this!" Thomas said.
"Yeah what is it?" Dollar asked.
"Looks like a burn scar on the palm of his hand. We should call him Spot."
"Yeah sounds good ta me Thomas."
Kyle listened to them name him and decided if he didn't have to say his name he wouldn't just in case his father looked for him. He opened his eyes. He had plenty of practice pretending to be tired of have just woken up.
"Hey kid. How ya feelin cause ya sure don't look to hot!" Dollar exclaimed.
Kyle gave him a weak smile. "I've been bettah and yet I've been woise. Who are ya?"
"I'se Dollar Gates and dis is Thomas Broeman. Who are you?"
"I dunno who am I?"
"Well we'se been callin ya Spot but ya needs a last name ta stay in Thomas's place. Ain't dat right Thomas?" Thomas nodded. "Besides Docks says all da Brooklyn Newsies need a last name cause it makes us different and he hates it when we'se confused wit boys from uddah places."
"Well me last name's Conlon. Is dat good?"
"Yeah it's good," came a voice from the corner. " I'se Docks McGowen da leadah of da Brooklyn Newsies. Ya listen ta me or ya don't listen ta no one at all. Got dat kid?!" Docks asked.
"Yeah so teach me ta be like you. I'm a good listener," Spot answered as he stood up.
"Wow kid ya heal fast!"
"When ya live wit Patrick Conlon ya gotta heal fast."
"Ya dad get rough wit cha?"
"Yeah so what? I'm outta dere and I ain't nevah goin back."
Just then four boys about his age came in laughing and carrying on.
"Heya Docks, Dollar, Thomas! Hey ya got a new boy or somethin'?" the tiny Italian one asked.
"Yeah Racetrack dis is Spot Conlon. Spot dis is Racetrack Higgins, Kid Blink, Mush, and Jack Kelly."
"Hey how old are ya?" Jack asked. "Seven maybe eight?"
"I'm ELEVEN!" Spot yelled.
"Ya small!"
"Ya don't get very big livin like I did okay? End of story I don't wanna talk bout it!"
"Heya Race do me a favah awright? Go ta Queens and get Dancer and Baby. Tell dem ta get back here. Mush, Jack, Blink, go ta Manhattan and tell dem I got's a new boy and he's trainee stay away from 'im?" Docks asked.
"Yeah I'll go as long as ya don't call us da Manhattan Midget tag- along team no more? Okay?"
"Yeah get outta heah!'
"Hey you can't talk ta him like dat!" Spot yelled.
"Oh really? Didn't I tell ya ta listen or nevah listen ta no one?"
Dollar could feel Docks's anger heating up. "Hey Spot go with Race ta Queens if ya gonna be a trainee da leadahs need ta know. So go. NOW!"
Spot, Racetrack, Jack, Kid Blink, and Mush all went off their own little ways.
Spot and Race made their way to Queens and were almost there when they ran into Tiger Cortez.
"Well if it ain't little Anthony Higgens and his newest bettin buddie!"
"We'se still in our ally territory Tiger. Ya bettah get your stupid ass outta heah before Docks, Dollar, or Jumper come get cha."
"Ahh Race! I ain't hoitin ya am I? Maybe ya need some guts ya little creep!"
"Didn't we tell ya ta leave? I can always go get McGowen or Gates ta deal wit cha," Spot spoke up.
"Hey don't jump ta conclusions little Brooklyn guy. Ya hangin wit da wrong crowd kid. I can help ya wit dat. Da name's Tiger Cortez. I'm from Bronx." The boy spit in his hand and held it out to Spot.
"I think I can take care a' meself thank ya," Spot shot back and grinned evilly. (I know it's a total rip from Harry Potter but I couldn't help myself.)
Tiger looked at him and grimaced. "Fine but when Docks and Dollar get youse in da refuge don't come cryin ta Bronx."
"I don't cry Tiger. I'll nevah cry again."
"Besides Docks chose him as trainee. He's gonna teach him how ta be da leadah," Race added.
"Fine! Just keep yaselves outta Bronx okay?" Then Tiger left.
"He's such a jerk. Docks an' him have nevah gotten along. He tries ta take every newsie Docks has got but don't let him fool ya. He's a stupid bum."
"I kinda figured dat out ya know?"
The boys reached Queens ten minutes later. Spot was surprised at the welcome Racetrack got when he walked into the Queens Lodging House for Newsies. He walked immediately to two girls in the back. They both had black hair and green eyes but one was shorter and the other. They were definitly related though.
"Heya Dancer, Baby! Docks wants youse back in Brooklyn awright?" Race asked the two girls.
"Course Racetrack. And who's this kid?" the shorter one asked.
"Oh! Spot dat's Dancer and her twin sistah Baby. Dey's fraternal though. I got's a fraternal twin too!"
"Hello Spot. You got a last name or aren't you from Brooklyn?" Baby asked.
"Conlon. Spot Conlon. Yeah I'se from Brooklyn."
"Oh. Are you Docks's new trainee or what?"
Dancer asked.
"Yeah he is. Dancer is Docks's goil. Baby is Dollar's goil," Race answered.
"Well if Docks is going to train him then he should meet Jumper. He's over there with Megan. Yeah that's his latest girlfriend. If he's making-out with tell him I told him it isn't healthy," Dancer said motioning to a boy with in the corner who was whispering in a red haired girl's ear and making her giggle and turn red.
Race nodded and motioned for Spot to follow him.
"Hey Jumper what's happenin?
"Hey Race! I ain't gonna tell ya what's happenin till ya tell me who he is," Jumper answered and nodded towards Spot.
" Dis is Spot Conlon. He's Docks McGowen's trainee."
"Oh Docksy-boy's are ya? So ya from Brooklyn?"
"Yeah. Why? Ya got a problem wit Brooklyn?"
"No. But so what if I did. Whatcha gonna do bout it huh?"
"I got's ideas but if I told ya I'd have ta kill ya."
"Very funny ain't it Meggy?"
"Oh it's hilarious. Now can you tell them to go away so I can hear the rest of 'your story'," Megan answered.
"Dancer told me ta tell ya she said dat ain't healthy Jumper."
"Yeah well as if she got's room ta talk da things her and Docksy-boy do tagethah when day's out tagethah."
Racetrack laughed. He and Spot got Dancer and Baby and left for Brooklyn.
So the years passed and Spot grew from the little eleven year old boy to a fourteen year old terror. All the newsies were terrified of the three Brooklyn boys: Docks, Dollar, and Spot. Spot and Race had remained friends too as had Spot and Jack until one day.
Spot and Jack were walking back towards Brooklyn when none other than Tiger Cortez and Blackjack Morgan jumped out at them.
"Well, well, well looky here. If it ain't Cowboy and Spot. See dat Blackjack?" Tiger taunted.
Blackjack swung Spot around and slammed him against the wall. Spot heard footsteps pounding away from him. Jack had run off.
Spot felt Tiger's punches hit his ribs and heard his ribs crack. He didn't fight back. He didn't care. Jack was supposed to be his friend. He'd pay for this. Oh yes. He'd pay for this.
Then he felt a sharp pain inside his chest. Like a swelling or an almost filling of liquid in his chest.
Spot coughed and felt blood rise in his throat.
"Oh shit!" he heard Tiger yell.
"Tiger we bettah get outta heah before da bulls find him like this," Blackjack shouted and he and Tiger left.
Spot crumpled to the ground. "Oh no. What happened?" he whispered hoarsely as he coughed blood into his hands. He couldn't breathe and he could barely see.
Then he saw a newsboy across the street.
He grabbed his slingshot and shot a marble at the boy's feet. The boy turned.
Skipper Martin was a Brooklyn newsie. He was new and he was 14 but he wasn't stupid. He felt the marble hit his feet and saw the boy lying in a pool of blood and knew that shot wasn't meant to hurt him. It was a cry for help.
Skipper ran over and saw none other than the famous Spot Conlon lying there near unconsciousness and coughing blood.
"Spot! What da hell happened?'
Spot shook his head. " D-Docks. G-Get D-Docks."
Skipper pulled Spot into an alley. "I'm gonna go get da boys. Don't move and try ta stay conscious."
Skipper ran as fast as he could. He knew if Brooklyn lost Spot, they were in serious trouble. He burst into Thomas's lodging house at full speed.
"DOCKS! DOLLAR! WE'SE GOTS PROBLEMS!" he screamed.
Docks and Dollar ran down the stairs as fast as they could.
"What? What happened Skipper?" Docks asked.
"It's Spot. I found him on da street. He's covered in blood and he's coughin it too. I can barely get a coherent sentence outta him!"
"Lead da way Skipper."
Skipper, Docks, and Dollar all ran towards Spot as fast as he could.
Docks knelt next to Spot. "Hey kid can ya hear me?"
Spot nodded weakly.
"Awright. Thomas can take care a' ya. Who did dis?"
"T-Tiger an' Black-Blackjack. I-I-Kelly."
Spot coughed blood into his hands again.
"Holy shit they really went cha ovah kid. C'mon." Docks and Dollar lifted Spot and carried him back to the lodging house.
Thomas cleaned Spot up and with the medical knowledge he'd acquired from spending his whole adult life around newsies he set Spot's broken ribs but there was nothing anyone could do about his lungs being punctured. They'd have to just hope he healed.
Spot spent a month and half in bed trying to recover and when he finally did Docks, Dollar, Dancer, and Baby disappeared. So Spot became the leader of the Brooklyn newsies.
He acquired his cane through fight with Oscar and Morris. He decided to keep it because it had saved him from another soaking like Tiger had given him. Spot had suffered so much loss in his life that girls were just accessories to him. He didn't think he could ever love someone. That all changed when the strike started and he met a girl who wasn't scared to stand up to him and didn't fall in love with him the moment she saw him. At least he didn't think she did. Not to mention she was the most the gorgeous creature Spot had ever seen.
A/n: So that's the first chapter. I hoped you liked it and you better review. I am a total Spot fan if you haven't noticed yet. The more reviews the faster I update people so if you review I'll update. You see the two go hand-in-hand. Love ~Docks McGowen~
Kyle Conlon on his porch pondering what he was about to do.
"Kyle! Get in here now or I'll beat you so bad you'll never walk again!" his father yelled. Kyle knew he would too.
He started running. He ran so fast and hard, for what seemed like hours, that he collapsed on the ground sobbing.
He couldn't take the pain of the beatings anymore. The bruised and cuts that already cut his body were too much already. He looked around and realized he'd run from his house all the way to Brooklyn New York.
He coughed and rolled over. Black clouded his vision. He was passing out. He knew it. It had happened before. He closed his eyes and let the injury induced sleep cover his body.
Dollar was heading home when he saw the tiny boy in the alley. He walked over to him.
"Hey kid? You okay?"
The little boy didn't answer him.
"Better take ya back ta da lodgin house. Thomas'll take care of ya."
Dollar picked up the boy and carried him back to Brooklyn Newsie Lodging House.
He entered it ten minutes later to find Docks McGowen starring him in the face. He was used to this. Not only was Docks his best friend but he was the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies too.
"What is dat Dollar?" Docks asked looking pointedly at the boy in his friend's arms.
"Well Docks it looks like a kid ta me how bout you?"
"No, I thought it was a dog ya lousy bum! I mean what is it doin in my lodgin house?"
Dollar knew Docks would only take disobedience like this from him, no one else. So he decided to keep playing his game.
"I was gonna get Thomas ta help him. See he's hoit and I think he really needs out help."
"Oh really do ya? Just keep it outta me way Dollar awright?
"Yeah whatevah Docks!" Dollar called as he bound up the stairs towards Thomas (if you people haven't figured it out Thomas is an equivalent to Kloppman).
Thomas cleaned up the boy and told Dollar he was just suffering from exhaustion and all the cuts and bruises were at least a day old. Dollar just grinned. He was just happy to have gotten away with what he had with Docks. Docks was usually a strict leader and if you did something he didn't like you paid for it. When you were dealing with Docks that was just the way it went: his way or die.
Kyle could hear the people around him but he wasn't sure if it was safe to open his eyes yet. At home if he opened his eyes before his dad wanted him to after he'd been knocked out he just got knocked out again. But these people weren't his family so maybe it was safe.
"Hey Dollar look at this!" Thomas said.
"Yeah what is it?" Dollar asked.
"Looks like a burn scar on the palm of his hand. We should call him Spot."
"Yeah sounds good ta me Thomas."
Kyle listened to them name him and decided if he didn't have to say his name he wouldn't just in case his father looked for him. He opened his eyes. He had plenty of practice pretending to be tired of have just woken up.
"Hey kid. How ya feelin cause ya sure don't look to hot!" Dollar exclaimed.
Kyle gave him a weak smile. "I've been bettah and yet I've been woise. Who are ya?"
"I'se Dollar Gates and dis is Thomas Broeman. Who are you?"
"I dunno who am I?"
"Well we'se been callin ya Spot but ya needs a last name ta stay in Thomas's place. Ain't dat right Thomas?" Thomas nodded. "Besides Docks says all da Brooklyn Newsies need a last name cause it makes us different and he hates it when we'se confused wit boys from uddah places."
"Well me last name's Conlon. Is dat good?"
"Yeah it's good," came a voice from the corner. " I'se Docks McGowen da leadah of da Brooklyn Newsies. Ya listen ta me or ya don't listen ta no one at all. Got dat kid?!" Docks asked.
"Yeah so teach me ta be like you. I'm a good listener," Spot answered as he stood up.
"Wow kid ya heal fast!"
"When ya live wit Patrick Conlon ya gotta heal fast."
"Ya dad get rough wit cha?"
"Yeah so what? I'm outta dere and I ain't nevah goin back."
Just then four boys about his age came in laughing and carrying on.
"Heya Docks, Dollar, Thomas! Hey ya got a new boy or somethin'?" the tiny Italian one asked.
"Yeah Racetrack dis is Spot Conlon. Spot dis is Racetrack Higgins, Kid Blink, Mush, and Jack Kelly."
"Hey how old are ya?" Jack asked. "Seven maybe eight?"
"I'm ELEVEN!" Spot yelled.
"Ya small!"
"Ya don't get very big livin like I did okay? End of story I don't wanna talk bout it!"
"Heya Race do me a favah awright? Go ta Queens and get Dancer and Baby. Tell dem ta get back here. Mush, Jack, Blink, go ta Manhattan and tell dem I got's a new boy and he's trainee stay away from 'im?" Docks asked.
"Yeah I'll go as long as ya don't call us da Manhattan Midget tag- along team no more? Okay?"
"Yeah get outta heah!'
"Hey you can't talk ta him like dat!" Spot yelled.
"Oh really? Didn't I tell ya ta listen or nevah listen ta no one?"
Dollar could feel Docks's anger heating up. "Hey Spot go with Race ta Queens if ya gonna be a trainee da leadahs need ta know. So go. NOW!"
Spot, Racetrack, Jack, Kid Blink, and Mush all went off their own little ways.
Spot and Race made their way to Queens and were almost there when they ran into Tiger Cortez.
"Well if it ain't little Anthony Higgens and his newest bettin buddie!"
"We'se still in our ally territory Tiger. Ya bettah get your stupid ass outta heah before Docks, Dollar, or Jumper come get cha."
"Ahh Race! I ain't hoitin ya am I? Maybe ya need some guts ya little creep!"
"Didn't we tell ya ta leave? I can always go get McGowen or Gates ta deal wit cha," Spot spoke up.
"Hey don't jump ta conclusions little Brooklyn guy. Ya hangin wit da wrong crowd kid. I can help ya wit dat. Da name's Tiger Cortez. I'm from Bronx." The boy spit in his hand and held it out to Spot.
"I think I can take care a' meself thank ya," Spot shot back and grinned evilly. (I know it's a total rip from Harry Potter but I couldn't help myself.)
Tiger looked at him and grimaced. "Fine but when Docks and Dollar get youse in da refuge don't come cryin ta Bronx."
"I don't cry Tiger. I'll nevah cry again."
"Besides Docks chose him as trainee. He's gonna teach him how ta be da leadah," Race added.
"Fine! Just keep yaselves outta Bronx okay?" Then Tiger left.
"He's such a jerk. Docks an' him have nevah gotten along. He tries ta take every newsie Docks has got but don't let him fool ya. He's a stupid bum."
"I kinda figured dat out ya know?"
The boys reached Queens ten minutes later. Spot was surprised at the welcome Racetrack got when he walked into the Queens Lodging House for Newsies. He walked immediately to two girls in the back. They both had black hair and green eyes but one was shorter and the other. They were definitly related though.
"Heya Dancer, Baby! Docks wants youse back in Brooklyn awright?" Race asked the two girls.
"Course Racetrack. And who's this kid?" the shorter one asked.
"Oh! Spot dat's Dancer and her twin sistah Baby. Dey's fraternal though. I got's a fraternal twin too!"
"Hello Spot. You got a last name or aren't you from Brooklyn?" Baby asked.
"Conlon. Spot Conlon. Yeah I'se from Brooklyn."
"Oh. Are you Docks's new trainee or what?"
Dancer asked.
"Yeah he is. Dancer is Docks's goil. Baby is Dollar's goil," Race answered.
"Well if Docks is going to train him then he should meet Jumper. He's over there with Megan. Yeah that's his latest girlfriend. If he's making-out with tell him I told him it isn't healthy," Dancer said motioning to a boy with in the corner who was whispering in a red haired girl's ear and making her giggle and turn red.
Race nodded and motioned for Spot to follow him.
"Hey Jumper what's happenin?
"Hey Race! I ain't gonna tell ya what's happenin till ya tell me who he is," Jumper answered and nodded towards Spot.
" Dis is Spot Conlon. He's Docks McGowen's trainee."
"Oh Docksy-boy's are ya? So ya from Brooklyn?"
"Yeah. Why? Ya got a problem wit Brooklyn?"
"No. But so what if I did. Whatcha gonna do bout it huh?"
"I got's ideas but if I told ya I'd have ta kill ya."
"Very funny ain't it Meggy?"
"Oh it's hilarious. Now can you tell them to go away so I can hear the rest of 'your story'," Megan answered.
"Dancer told me ta tell ya she said dat ain't healthy Jumper."
"Yeah well as if she got's room ta talk da things her and Docksy-boy do tagethah when day's out tagethah."
Racetrack laughed. He and Spot got Dancer and Baby and left for Brooklyn.
So the years passed and Spot grew from the little eleven year old boy to a fourteen year old terror. All the newsies were terrified of the three Brooklyn boys: Docks, Dollar, and Spot. Spot and Race had remained friends too as had Spot and Jack until one day.
Spot and Jack were walking back towards Brooklyn when none other than Tiger Cortez and Blackjack Morgan jumped out at them.
"Well, well, well looky here. If it ain't Cowboy and Spot. See dat Blackjack?" Tiger taunted.
Blackjack swung Spot around and slammed him against the wall. Spot heard footsteps pounding away from him. Jack had run off.
Spot felt Tiger's punches hit his ribs and heard his ribs crack. He didn't fight back. He didn't care. Jack was supposed to be his friend. He'd pay for this. Oh yes. He'd pay for this.
Then he felt a sharp pain inside his chest. Like a swelling or an almost filling of liquid in his chest.
Spot coughed and felt blood rise in his throat.
"Oh shit!" he heard Tiger yell.
"Tiger we bettah get outta heah before da bulls find him like this," Blackjack shouted and he and Tiger left.
Spot crumpled to the ground. "Oh no. What happened?" he whispered hoarsely as he coughed blood into his hands. He couldn't breathe and he could barely see.
Then he saw a newsboy across the street.
He grabbed his slingshot and shot a marble at the boy's feet. The boy turned.
Skipper Martin was a Brooklyn newsie. He was new and he was 14 but he wasn't stupid. He felt the marble hit his feet and saw the boy lying in a pool of blood and knew that shot wasn't meant to hurt him. It was a cry for help.
Skipper ran over and saw none other than the famous Spot Conlon lying there near unconsciousness and coughing blood.
"Spot! What da hell happened?'
Spot shook his head. " D-Docks. G-Get D-Docks."
Skipper pulled Spot into an alley. "I'm gonna go get da boys. Don't move and try ta stay conscious."
Skipper ran as fast as he could. He knew if Brooklyn lost Spot, they were in serious trouble. He burst into Thomas's lodging house at full speed.
"DOCKS! DOLLAR! WE'SE GOTS PROBLEMS!" he screamed.
Docks and Dollar ran down the stairs as fast as they could.
"What? What happened Skipper?" Docks asked.
"It's Spot. I found him on da street. He's covered in blood and he's coughin it too. I can barely get a coherent sentence outta him!"
"Lead da way Skipper."
Skipper, Docks, and Dollar all ran towards Spot as fast as he could.
Docks knelt next to Spot. "Hey kid can ya hear me?"
Spot nodded weakly.
"Awright. Thomas can take care a' ya. Who did dis?"
"T-Tiger an' Black-Blackjack. I-I-Kelly."
Spot coughed blood into his hands again.
"Holy shit they really went cha ovah kid. C'mon." Docks and Dollar lifted Spot and carried him back to the lodging house.
Thomas cleaned Spot up and with the medical knowledge he'd acquired from spending his whole adult life around newsies he set Spot's broken ribs but there was nothing anyone could do about his lungs being punctured. They'd have to just hope he healed.
Spot spent a month and half in bed trying to recover and when he finally did Docks, Dollar, Dancer, and Baby disappeared. So Spot became the leader of the Brooklyn newsies.
He acquired his cane through fight with Oscar and Morris. He decided to keep it because it had saved him from another soaking like Tiger had given him. Spot had suffered so much loss in his life that girls were just accessories to him. He didn't think he could ever love someone. That all changed when the strike started and he met a girl who wasn't scared to stand up to him and didn't fall in love with him the moment she saw him. At least he didn't think she did. Not to mention she was the most the gorgeous creature Spot had ever seen.
A/n: So that's the first chapter. I hoped you liked it and you better review. I am a total Spot fan if you haven't noticed yet. The more reviews the faster I update people so if you review I'll update. You see the two go hand-in-hand. Love ~Docks McGowen~