Disclaimer-Do not own newsies. I hate disclaimers.
A/n-Okay JustDuck since I didn't say this before: You were my first ever
reviewer. I owe you my whole story. Therefor this is dedicated to Duck.
Jocelyn and Angelfish, thank you guys too. I owe you.
Jack sat against the wall in the refuge. This was definitely the worst trouble he'd gotten himself into in a while. This was even worse than the trouble he was still in with Spot.
"But ya can't let 'em beat cha Jack. Dat's what you always say," Crutchy whispered through the slot in the door.
Jack's thoughts lingered on his used-to-be best friend. "We was beat when we was born," He echoed Spot's earlier words. Crutchy frowned and walked away. Jack turned his head towards the sky and wished he could take back what he'd caused the Brooklyn leader, because no matter how stupid Jack ever was Spot always had his back. Even after he'd run from that fight, Spot still kept an alliance with Manhattan.
Sara grinned at the turnout of boys. They had all come to protest at Manhattan distribution center. Dave was running around, desperately trying to quiet the rowdy newsies. He recruited Race into the struggle and Spot was shouting orders with them when he froze.
'Not again! He can't do dis ta me again!' He thought to himself. "Hey Race! Tell me I'm seein thing. J-Just tell me I'm seein things!"
Race looked up at the scabbers that had just exited the building. "No dat's Jack."
"What's he doin? He's dressed like a scabbah!"
This was followed by numerous threats on Jack's life. Then Spot cracked. He'd put up with this boy's betrayal once and Jack was lucky that time but twice? Oh no! Spot didn't make the same mistake twice.
"Nah. Lemme get my hands dirty! Come here ya dirty rotten scabbah! Ya traitor!"
Sara looked at Ace who stared at his brother, then looked at her. She cocked her head and he nodded. They both pushed forward and helped the others hold Spot back. Ace held his older brother in a vice and dragged him towards the back of the crowd.
"Spot calm down! You can kill him later! The bulls are here and they aren't going to just let you soak him right in front of Weasel," Sara hissed.
Ace nodded and said, "Yeah really! Ya gotta stop dis!"
"Brooklyn! Get outta heah! We ain't wit Manhattan until Jack finds out where his loyalties are," Spot shouted and the boys retreated towards their home district.
When Jack saw Spot lunge at him, he had wanted to throw-up. He felt sick for betraying his best friend twice now. But Spot kept coming back. It was almost like he liked to get hurt.
Sara watched Spot from behind the other boys. Lotta stood next to her.
"We shoulda let Spot kill dat bastard!" (a/n don't worry Jaws. That's all I'm saying. Oh and I have nothing against Jack everyone.)
"No. Spot's to good to be penned a murderer for scum like Jack Kelly."
"Den ya do like him! I knew it! I saw him kiss ya when you was headin off ta Queens!"
"That was more of a 'thank-you' kiss then an 'I like you' kiss. But yeah I do like him. A lot. I can't tell him that though."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid he'll say he likes me too."
"Why are ya scared a dat? Most goils in New York see him and immediately start sayin stuff like 'Oh Spot I love ya marry me!' or 'Oh ya wanted me ta jump off Brooklyn Bridge? Okay!'"
Sara laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm lyin? Course I'm serious!"
"I'm scared of it because I got a letter from my Aunt Kathy in Wisconsin. She wants me to come live with her. My train leaves in two weeks."
"Oh Sara! Don't leave! Ya can't! I ain't supposed ta say nothin but Shots told me well, dat Spot thinks of ya as more den just another goil."
"Oh yeah that's great!" Sara turned to Lotta in tears. "You've got Shots now, Jaws has Jack, Chach is with Race, Nae is with Skipper, and Spot thinks of me as more than just another fucking girl! What an improvement!"
"Sara? Are ya okay?"
"No! I'm not okay! My whole life is shit! I'm falling apart, AGAIN!!"
"Uh? Sara calm down! Ya need ta just take a breath."
"No I don't! I already wrote back to my Aunt Kathy! I'm leaving and now I'll never see him or Ace or you ever again!"
"Den just don't go."
"I have to go. I'm getting married."
"WHAT?!"
"She arranged a marriage for me and I accepted because I thought I didn't have a chance with Spot."
"Ya can't go! I'm tellin Spot!" Lotta ran ahead and Sara followed desperately trying to catch her and stop her. She didn't make it. Lotta grabbed Spot's shoulder.
"Spot? We need ta talk bout Sara."
"Yeah? So talk."
"She's movin ta Wisconsin ta marry a guy she ain't even met yet."
"Really?"
"Why da hell would I lie?"
Spot turned to see Sara looking him straight in the face. "Dat true?" She nodded sadly.
"I didn't have a choice Spot. It was go or live on the streets."
"Ya always have a choice Sara." 'Tell her ya dumbass!' His mind screamed. 'No. I can't hurt her like dat. I won't let Mellie's death happen again.'
"I'm sorry Spot."
"Why? Like I told ya before: I don't get hurt no more Sara."
Sara looked up at him and the tears rolled down her cheeks again. She pushed past him and ran towards Brooklyn lodging house. Her legs collapsed under her as she flew through the door. Thomas caught her arm.
"Spill little one. I know everyone's problems, even Kyle Conlon's. I won't tell anyone Sara."
"Y-You know his name!"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Well, I'm moving away Tom."
"That's sad enough. Why are you crying? Heartbreak?"
She looked up at him, she was getting quite tired of looking up at people, and spilled the whole story.
"Ahh. An unwanted marriage and you love someone else?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to speak but the others walked in. Spot looked at her and walked over. "Come wit me. We gotta talk." She put on fake smile and followed him upstairs to Thomas' office.
"Look Sara, I didn't mean ta make ya cry back dere. I just can't like ya like dat. I'm really sorry and I usually don't apologize.
"I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to apologize. I don't want to get married though. I don't even know him."
"Yeah. What if he's some stupid, old money, creep, dat smells like Morris Delancey!" Spot teased her.
"Oh yeah! 'Oh help me if he kisses me he may kill me!'"
Spot smiled and suddenly had an odd but familiar feeling. He couldn't target where he knew it from though.
"I just where I go I'll find someone to fill the void inside me. The way I see it, everyone is only half of a person. When I find the one I'm meant to be with I'll kiss them and then know if I'm right." Spot grinned and put his hand on her cheek. He bent down and kissed her.
She froze. Then melted and put her arms around his neck. He let go of her. "Just so we know, am I da person?" She looked at her feet. How should she answer him? She knew the answer was yes. She loved him. How though? She ran out the door and into the girls' bunkroom. She concluded that she must be wrong. She couldn't love Spot. She was going to go to Wisconsin and that was final.
A/n-No this is not the end of the story! Do not flip out! It's just another little twist to the already huge and still growing plot. Trust me. Its very far from over. In fact I'm already planning a sequel.
Love, Docks
Jack sat against the wall in the refuge. This was definitely the worst trouble he'd gotten himself into in a while. This was even worse than the trouble he was still in with Spot.
"But ya can't let 'em beat cha Jack. Dat's what you always say," Crutchy whispered through the slot in the door.
Jack's thoughts lingered on his used-to-be best friend. "We was beat when we was born," He echoed Spot's earlier words. Crutchy frowned and walked away. Jack turned his head towards the sky and wished he could take back what he'd caused the Brooklyn leader, because no matter how stupid Jack ever was Spot always had his back. Even after he'd run from that fight, Spot still kept an alliance with Manhattan.
Sara grinned at the turnout of boys. They had all come to protest at Manhattan distribution center. Dave was running around, desperately trying to quiet the rowdy newsies. He recruited Race into the struggle and Spot was shouting orders with them when he froze.
'Not again! He can't do dis ta me again!' He thought to himself. "Hey Race! Tell me I'm seein thing. J-Just tell me I'm seein things!"
Race looked up at the scabbers that had just exited the building. "No dat's Jack."
"What's he doin? He's dressed like a scabbah!"
This was followed by numerous threats on Jack's life. Then Spot cracked. He'd put up with this boy's betrayal once and Jack was lucky that time but twice? Oh no! Spot didn't make the same mistake twice.
"Nah. Lemme get my hands dirty! Come here ya dirty rotten scabbah! Ya traitor!"
Sara looked at Ace who stared at his brother, then looked at her. She cocked her head and he nodded. They both pushed forward and helped the others hold Spot back. Ace held his older brother in a vice and dragged him towards the back of the crowd.
"Spot calm down! You can kill him later! The bulls are here and they aren't going to just let you soak him right in front of Weasel," Sara hissed.
Ace nodded and said, "Yeah really! Ya gotta stop dis!"
"Brooklyn! Get outta heah! We ain't wit Manhattan until Jack finds out where his loyalties are," Spot shouted and the boys retreated towards their home district.
When Jack saw Spot lunge at him, he had wanted to throw-up. He felt sick for betraying his best friend twice now. But Spot kept coming back. It was almost like he liked to get hurt.
Sara watched Spot from behind the other boys. Lotta stood next to her.
"We shoulda let Spot kill dat bastard!" (a/n don't worry Jaws. That's all I'm saying. Oh and I have nothing against Jack everyone.)
"No. Spot's to good to be penned a murderer for scum like Jack Kelly."
"Den ya do like him! I knew it! I saw him kiss ya when you was headin off ta Queens!"
"That was more of a 'thank-you' kiss then an 'I like you' kiss. But yeah I do like him. A lot. I can't tell him that though."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid he'll say he likes me too."
"Why are ya scared a dat? Most goils in New York see him and immediately start sayin stuff like 'Oh Spot I love ya marry me!' or 'Oh ya wanted me ta jump off Brooklyn Bridge? Okay!'"
Sara laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm lyin? Course I'm serious!"
"I'm scared of it because I got a letter from my Aunt Kathy in Wisconsin. She wants me to come live with her. My train leaves in two weeks."
"Oh Sara! Don't leave! Ya can't! I ain't supposed ta say nothin but Shots told me well, dat Spot thinks of ya as more den just another goil."
"Oh yeah that's great!" Sara turned to Lotta in tears. "You've got Shots now, Jaws has Jack, Chach is with Race, Nae is with Skipper, and Spot thinks of me as more than just another fucking girl! What an improvement!"
"Sara? Are ya okay?"
"No! I'm not okay! My whole life is shit! I'm falling apart, AGAIN!!"
"Uh? Sara calm down! Ya need ta just take a breath."
"No I don't! I already wrote back to my Aunt Kathy! I'm leaving and now I'll never see him or Ace or you ever again!"
"Den just don't go."
"I have to go. I'm getting married."
"WHAT?!"
"She arranged a marriage for me and I accepted because I thought I didn't have a chance with Spot."
"Ya can't go! I'm tellin Spot!" Lotta ran ahead and Sara followed desperately trying to catch her and stop her. She didn't make it. Lotta grabbed Spot's shoulder.
"Spot? We need ta talk bout Sara."
"Yeah? So talk."
"She's movin ta Wisconsin ta marry a guy she ain't even met yet."
"Really?"
"Why da hell would I lie?"
Spot turned to see Sara looking him straight in the face. "Dat true?" She nodded sadly.
"I didn't have a choice Spot. It was go or live on the streets."
"Ya always have a choice Sara." 'Tell her ya dumbass!' His mind screamed. 'No. I can't hurt her like dat. I won't let Mellie's death happen again.'
"I'm sorry Spot."
"Why? Like I told ya before: I don't get hurt no more Sara."
Sara looked up at him and the tears rolled down her cheeks again. She pushed past him and ran towards Brooklyn lodging house. Her legs collapsed under her as she flew through the door. Thomas caught her arm.
"Spill little one. I know everyone's problems, even Kyle Conlon's. I won't tell anyone Sara."
"Y-You know his name!"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Well, I'm moving away Tom."
"That's sad enough. Why are you crying? Heartbreak?"
She looked up at him, she was getting quite tired of looking up at people, and spilled the whole story.
"Ahh. An unwanted marriage and you love someone else?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to speak but the others walked in. Spot looked at her and walked over. "Come wit me. We gotta talk." She put on fake smile and followed him upstairs to Thomas' office.
"Look Sara, I didn't mean ta make ya cry back dere. I just can't like ya like dat. I'm really sorry and I usually don't apologize.
"I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to apologize. I don't want to get married though. I don't even know him."
"Yeah. What if he's some stupid, old money, creep, dat smells like Morris Delancey!" Spot teased her.
"Oh yeah! 'Oh help me if he kisses me he may kill me!'"
Spot smiled and suddenly had an odd but familiar feeling. He couldn't target where he knew it from though.
"I just where I go I'll find someone to fill the void inside me. The way I see it, everyone is only half of a person. When I find the one I'm meant to be with I'll kiss them and then know if I'm right." Spot grinned and put his hand on her cheek. He bent down and kissed her.
She froze. Then melted and put her arms around his neck. He let go of her. "Just so we know, am I da person?" She looked at her feet. How should she answer him? She knew the answer was yes. She loved him. How though? She ran out the door and into the girls' bunkroom. She concluded that she must be wrong. She couldn't love Spot. She was going to go to Wisconsin and that was final.
A/n-No this is not the end of the story! Do not flip out! It's just another little twist to the already huge and still growing plot. Trust me. Its very far from over. In fact I'm already planning a sequel.
Love, Docks