Disclaimer-Do not own newsies. I never will. Get over yourselves.
A/N-Thank you all you reviewers! I owe you all one. Jocelyn, I do own a
tape but I don't own the movie, Disney does.
Spot began tugging Dillon out the door but Dillon pulled back.
"Get outta heah Kyle. He's home."
"Not without you," Sara grabbed his other arm but was wrenched away by a large man.
Spot glared at him. "What no hello for ya son, dad?"
"Hello Kyle. What are you doin wit Dillon?"
"Takin him outta dis hell hole. What did ya think I was doin? Comin back ta beg a forgiveness? I sure hope not!"
"Well, Dillon belongs ta me Kyle. He don't wanna go wit you."
"First of all I ain't Kyle no more. You killed him! Second, why don't ya ask Dillon if he wants ta stay wit you?"
"Tell him Dillon. Where's home?" Dillon looked at Spot and then Patrick. He wanted to leave but if he said home was with Kyle, Patrick would kill all three of them and he didn't even know this girl. Then again he'd taken beatings all his life. Why not take one more. He was positive all three of them could take Patrick down. Kyle could fight. He knew that much and the girl was built. He could tell. He took a step backwards towards Spot.
"Home's wit people who care. You don't care," he answered. Spot smirked.
"I told ya. Ya a no good, dead beat dad."
Patrick tackled Spot, knocking both of them down the stairs.
"SPOT!" Sara screamed as the vision of Marie being hurled down the steps flashed in front of her face. She ran down the steps and pulled Patrick away. She punched him in the mouth as hard as she could. Dillon's eyes widened.
"You fight pretty good for a goil!" He commented.
"Your brother's boys taught me so I guess I should." She said as she pushed Patrick away and ran towards Spot. He was standing up and breathing hard.
"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. Just a little excited. C'mon." The three of them ran towards Brooklyn. Spot was eager to get away from Queens. He hated that place. The boys weren't bad but it didn't stop him from hating that district any more than he already did. He smiled at Thomas as he explained Dillon to him.
"So you kidnapped your younger brother Spot?"
"Uh-huh. I wasn't about ta leave him dere! Not after I went ta get him."
"So give him a nickname."
Spot looked at Dillon as Sara showed him off to the others. Skipper held an Ace of hearts in his hand. "Ace. Ace Conlon."
"Ace it is then. The next great Brooklyn newsie. He looks like you Spot."
"Nah. We both look me muddah."
"What happened to her Spot? I know your story but where is she?"
"She lost it Tom. When me dad threw her down da steps she hit her head. She wasn't da same aftah dat so he sent her away to an asylum."
"I'm sorry Spot."
"It ain't ya fault. Why ya apologizin?" Spot asked as he walked over to Sara and Ace.
Sara felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Spot. The kiss on the way to Queens flashed through her mind. She grinned. "Hi Spot. Did you name him yet?"
"Yeah. His name's Ace." Dillon smiled as his brother spoke. He was finally gone and he didn't need to worry about Kyle anymore because he knew he was okay.
"I owe ya both a lot. Thanks," He said.
Sara grinned. "You're debt is erased because I hate it when people owe me. If you don't like that, let me teach you the basics of selling papers when the strike's over and you can call it even."
"You don't owe me either. You were da only reason I didn't kill myself at eight years old. I owed you!"
"Deal then Sara."
"Alright den. Go ta sleep both of ya. We gotta go ta Manhattan tomorrow." The three them headed upstairs and Ace felt complete for the first time since he was 10.
A/n-Hello! Angelfish he's here! Yeah! Sorry it's so short everyone. I ran out of ideas. The end sentence couldn't be passed up. I will update as soon as I can though!
Spot began tugging Dillon out the door but Dillon pulled back.
"Get outta heah Kyle. He's home."
"Not without you," Sara grabbed his other arm but was wrenched away by a large man.
Spot glared at him. "What no hello for ya son, dad?"
"Hello Kyle. What are you doin wit Dillon?"
"Takin him outta dis hell hole. What did ya think I was doin? Comin back ta beg a forgiveness? I sure hope not!"
"Well, Dillon belongs ta me Kyle. He don't wanna go wit you."
"First of all I ain't Kyle no more. You killed him! Second, why don't ya ask Dillon if he wants ta stay wit you?"
"Tell him Dillon. Where's home?" Dillon looked at Spot and then Patrick. He wanted to leave but if he said home was with Kyle, Patrick would kill all three of them and he didn't even know this girl. Then again he'd taken beatings all his life. Why not take one more. He was positive all three of them could take Patrick down. Kyle could fight. He knew that much and the girl was built. He could tell. He took a step backwards towards Spot.
"Home's wit people who care. You don't care," he answered. Spot smirked.
"I told ya. Ya a no good, dead beat dad."
Patrick tackled Spot, knocking both of them down the stairs.
"SPOT!" Sara screamed as the vision of Marie being hurled down the steps flashed in front of her face. She ran down the steps and pulled Patrick away. She punched him in the mouth as hard as she could. Dillon's eyes widened.
"You fight pretty good for a goil!" He commented.
"Your brother's boys taught me so I guess I should." She said as she pushed Patrick away and ran towards Spot. He was standing up and breathing hard.
"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. Just a little excited. C'mon." The three of them ran towards Brooklyn. Spot was eager to get away from Queens. He hated that place. The boys weren't bad but it didn't stop him from hating that district any more than he already did. He smiled at Thomas as he explained Dillon to him.
"So you kidnapped your younger brother Spot?"
"Uh-huh. I wasn't about ta leave him dere! Not after I went ta get him."
"So give him a nickname."
Spot looked at Dillon as Sara showed him off to the others. Skipper held an Ace of hearts in his hand. "Ace. Ace Conlon."
"Ace it is then. The next great Brooklyn newsie. He looks like you Spot."
"Nah. We both look me muddah."
"What happened to her Spot? I know your story but where is she?"
"She lost it Tom. When me dad threw her down da steps she hit her head. She wasn't da same aftah dat so he sent her away to an asylum."
"I'm sorry Spot."
"It ain't ya fault. Why ya apologizin?" Spot asked as he walked over to Sara and Ace.
Sara felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Spot. The kiss on the way to Queens flashed through her mind. She grinned. "Hi Spot. Did you name him yet?"
"Yeah. His name's Ace." Dillon smiled as his brother spoke. He was finally gone and he didn't need to worry about Kyle anymore because he knew he was okay.
"I owe ya both a lot. Thanks," He said.
Sara grinned. "You're debt is erased because I hate it when people owe me. If you don't like that, let me teach you the basics of selling papers when the strike's over and you can call it even."
"You don't owe me either. You were da only reason I didn't kill myself at eight years old. I owed you!"
"Deal then Sara."
"Alright den. Go ta sleep both of ya. We gotta go ta Manhattan tomorrow." The three them headed upstairs and Ace felt complete for the first time since he was 10.
A/n-Hello! Angelfish he's here! Yeah! Sorry it's so short everyone. I ran out of ideas. The end sentence couldn't be passed up. I will update as soon as I can though!