"Disclaimer-I do not own this movie. You actually thought someone like me
could have such a great mind that I could create Newsies? What have you
been smoking?
A/n-I realize chapter nine is the same as chapter one. I don't know how
that happened. It just did. I didn't even upload it again.
Fanfiction.net just screwed it up. But problem fixed because I found out
what was wrong. Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been really busy.
I also realize chapter eleven is chapter nine. Sorry. That was my fault.
I uploaded the wrong file.
Duck watched Sara run down the stairs and into the girls' bunkroom. 'What happened ta her?' She wondered as she opened Thomas' office door.
"Hey Spot? What's wrong wit Sara?"
"She's leavin. Why are ya in Brooklyn an' I bettah not get an answer like 'Kelly sent me.'"
"Actually Kelly didn't send me. He kicked me out."
"Why?!"
"I ain't gonna tell ya. You'll kill me."
"Tell me Duck or I'll kill ya anyway."
"I'm datin' Tiger Cortez. Are ya happy now?"
"Ya gotta be kiddin me Duck and if ya not I'm coutin ta three an' ya bettah be outta me lodgin house by da time I'm done. 1-2."
Duck ran down the steps and out into the streets. She couldn't expect much sympathy from the Brooklyn leader, she knew that much. She had expected him to be a little easier on her. She'd known him since before he ran away from home. She knew him as Kyle. Frowning, she headed towards Queens, hoping Slip Daniels would let her stay there until she could visit Tiger tomorrow. Then she could stay in Bronx. In the meantime she had to figure out where Sara was off too. That was obviously what was getting at Spot. He liked Sara.
Spot shook his head as he listened to Duck scramble down the steps and out the door. 'This is getting worse den I thought. Jack's a traitor an' now Duck's runnin ta Tiger. I hate Tiger!' Someone interrupted Spot's thoughts by knocking on the door. "Yeah?"
"Its Ace," his brother walked in and shot him a grin. "Why da long face? Did I die or somethin?"
Spot couldn't help but smile at Ace's dark humor. "Nah. Just a bad couple a' weeks."
"So I heard Jack Kelly used ta be ya constant companion? Den he kinda got ya in trouble wit Tiger an' Blackjack."
"Bad news travels fast I see. Yeah. Dat's what happened. Got me three broken ribs an' a punctured lung."
"Ouch. I also heard Sara's movin outta New Yawk?"
"She's getting married ta some guy in Wisconsin dat she don't even know. She acts like she don't have a choice but she does."
"Ya want her ta stay?"
"Yeah. I mean, she's a good kid. She helped us a lot an' I owe her. I don't wanna go through life knowin I owe a fifteen year old goil."
"Well, I guess its up ta you ta tell her dat. She can't read ya mind."
Later that Week
Sara rolled over and sighed. A new day, a new problem to deal with. That was the way she felt about it. She could hear shouts downstairs, making their way up, when the door burst open and Striker ran across the room and dove under a bunk. Ace followed her.
"Gimme back me hat ya little thief!" He shouted as he dove under the bunk and chased her out. She scrambled up and ran towards Sara.
"Help Sara! He's gonna kill me!" She mocked Ace's behavior. Sara pushed her away.
"You don't know who that is do you Striker?"
"Yeah. Some new Brooklyn kid who ain't been trained yet."
"Oh I'm afraid you're mistaken. You see that's Ace. Ace Conlon and not only does he look like Spot, but he fights like him too."
Striker's eyes widened. "What a victory! I stole a Conlon's hat! I'm so proud a' meself!" She tossed the hat to Ace, who caught it and tackled her. She screamed.
Spot watched the two wrestle from the doorway. Striker was a damn good fighter for a girl but Ace was only beat by Spot. Ace pinned her to the wall and threatened her life if she ever touched him again. She smiled.
Sara pulled her hat and black suspenders on just as the youngest Brooklyn newsie came barreling into the room and handed Spot a paper.
"So Kelly's back. What a surprise," He murmured.
Sara leaned over his shoulder and asked, "What is it?"
"Jacky-boy's very own newspaper: Da Newsie Banner." He handed the paper to Sara, who read it and then gave it to Ace. Striker grinned.
"Dat's why I came so early Spot! Jack wants youse boys an yaself ta come ta da rally. He wants ta talk ta ya in person."
"Maybe. I ain't promisin nothin."
Sara looked up at him. "I think we should go."
"And I think you should stay in New Yawk but ya don't listen ta me," He snapped. Sara glared at him and stomped away muttering to herself.
"Ya ain't makin ya situation wit her any bettah by doin shit like dat!" Ace hissed as he followed Sara. "If you ain't goin, I will!" Spot shook his head and turned on his heel. Striker felt her heart sink. Spot was loosing control of Brooklyn, or so it seemed to her and if that happened every newsie in New York was in serious trouble. She looked at Lotta and Danielle. They gave her sad looks and walked away. This meant trouble.
Striker ran to Manhattan, almost in tears over all this. "Jack! David! Race!" She called as she pushed through the crowd of boys. The trio looked at her.
"Where's Spot, Striker?" David asked.
"We gots trouble in Brooklyn. Somethin happened an' now Ace is gonna come whether Spot likes it or not, Spot don't seem ta even care, and Sara's leavin da city all tagetha!"
Jack put his face in his hands. If he truly had lost Brooklyn as Striker had said, they were in deep. "Who's Ace?"
"He's Spot's baby bruddah. Well, he ain't a baby he seems about fifteen. He don't like me."
"Where's Sara goin?" Race said almost inaudibly.
"Well, I dunno but Ace said somethin about Spot's situation wit her movin ain't getting any bettah wit him throwin it in her face. He only said dat cause Spot said ta Sara, 'And I think ya should stay in New York but ya don't listen ta me.' Den Spot and Ace argued about goin ta da rally, Ace left, Spot stormed off ta Thomas's office, an' I left."
"So, she really is leavin New York den," Race whispered. "And Spot's losin control a' Brooklyn. We'se hit tough times boys. Real tough times."
Sara was aware of Ace following her all the way to Manhattan but she didn't say a word until they were a block away from where the rally was supposed to meet. "Ace? You're a horribly birdie. I mean you can't follow or spy worth shit."
"So ya did catch on den? Great. I wanted ta say I agreed wit ya back dere so I'se comin wit ya."
"Thanks but are you sure Spot didn't put you up to this?"
"I'm completely pissed wit Spot right now so yeah I'm sure."
"Well then. Welcome to Manhattan." She rounded the corner and pushed through the thick crowd of newsboys. Jack saw them first.
"Hey Sara! What are ya doin heah?"
"Am I not welcome at my original Newsie home anymore Kelly?" She put on fake pouting face. "Jack Kelly this is Ace Conlon. Ace this is Jack Kelly or as we say, Cowboy."
"A Conlon huh? Damn ya look like Spot!"
"So I've been told. Lemme put ta ya straight. I heard da stories bout you an me bruddah. I don't like ya already. But I'll give ya a chance cause right now I don't like him neither," Ace replied.
"On a lighter note," Sara started. "This is Race. Wait? Where'd Race go?" That's when she heard it. The thousands of voices rising through the hot New York streets.
She grabbed Jack's shoulders. "They came. They really came!" Jack shouted.
"Sara, its Spot! He showed up!" Ace shouted as he tugged Sara away from Jack and pointed to Spot. They looked at each other and ran towards him.
"Spot! You really came! Why?" Sara asked.
"Cause da other day I told ya I didn't care. But I do! I really do Sara! An' I don't want ya leave thinkin I didn't care. So I came heah cause I figured if I didn't tell ya now I nevah would," the words tumbled out of Spot's mouth as if it wasn't him saying it.
Sara smiled. She couldn't think of anything else to do. She couldn't leave New York now. She knew that much. Spot stared down at her and then without even thinking about it, he kissed her. She felt his lips meet hers and wrapped her arms around his neck. The Brooklyn boys whistled and cheered but she couldn't tell. She was totally lost in the moment and never wanted to let go. She wanted to run and stay, hug him and push him away from her, hold him and let him go, because she knew she couldn't keep him. He broke the kiss and grinned.
"Spot? I don't know if this is going to work."
"I don't either. But isn't dat da fun in it?"
She grinned. "You're right. When it's time to get on that train I'm not going. I'm gonna send my aunt a letter that says I won't marry Brandon."
"Why?! He's got everything ya need. He's filthy rich and probably got da biggest mansion in Wisconsin and." Sara put her hand over his mouth.
"Does he have big blue eyes I can lose myself in? Does he take risks that make life worth living? Does he really care about me?" She whispered.
Spot's eyes locked onto her's. She wants me over him? She wants me over him? She wants me over him? His mind kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. Then it hit him. "I'm never gonna let anything hurt ya Sara. I promise."
Then someone tapped Spot on the shoulder. "Spot? We need ta talk," Jack said. "We have for a while. I'm just gonna say it straight to ya. I shouldn't a left ya wit Tiger an' Blackjack. I'm sorry. I also shouldn't a turned scabbah on you an me boys. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I wanna be ya ally Spot. I don't wanna live wit da guilt a knowin I almost got ya killed twice. I'm sick of hurtin like dis Spot. Would ya think a makin it a truce between us?"
Spot frowned. "I thought about it already Jack. No. Ya see, cause a you I'll maybe live ta twenty or thoity, I got Bronx as a mortal enemy, an da bulls hate me. We'se allies Jack an we was friends but dat's over. We'se just two leadahs now."
"Awright. I understand."
"Good. Bye Jack. I'm sorry."
"Bye Spot."
A/n-How'd you like it? As you notice they do NOT love each other yet! They care about each other but they do not love. Also, this is not a slash fiction. It never will be. None of my work will be. I can't write slash.
Docks McGowen PS- E-mail me if you like the band "Simple Plan". I love them.
Duck watched Sara run down the stairs and into the girls' bunkroom. 'What happened ta her?' She wondered as she opened Thomas' office door.
"Hey Spot? What's wrong wit Sara?"
"She's leavin. Why are ya in Brooklyn an' I bettah not get an answer like 'Kelly sent me.'"
"Actually Kelly didn't send me. He kicked me out."
"Why?!"
"I ain't gonna tell ya. You'll kill me."
"Tell me Duck or I'll kill ya anyway."
"I'm datin' Tiger Cortez. Are ya happy now?"
"Ya gotta be kiddin me Duck and if ya not I'm coutin ta three an' ya bettah be outta me lodgin house by da time I'm done. 1-2."
Duck ran down the steps and out into the streets. She couldn't expect much sympathy from the Brooklyn leader, she knew that much. She had expected him to be a little easier on her. She'd known him since before he ran away from home. She knew him as Kyle. Frowning, she headed towards Queens, hoping Slip Daniels would let her stay there until she could visit Tiger tomorrow. Then she could stay in Bronx. In the meantime she had to figure out where Sara was off too. That was obviously what was getting at Spot. He liked Sara.
Spot shook his head as he listened to Duck scramble down the steps and out the door. 'This is getting worse den I thought. Jack's a traitor an' now Duck's runnin ta Tiger. I hate Tiger!' Someone interrupted Spot's thoughts by knocking on the door. "Yeah?"
"Its Ace," his brother walked in and shot him a grin. "Why da long face? Did I die or somethin?"
Spot couldn't help but smile at Ace's dark humor. "Nah. Just a bad couple a' weeks."
"So I heard Jack Kelly used ta be ya constant companion? Den he kinda got ya in trouble wit Tiger an' Blackjack."
"Bad news travels fast I see. Yeah. Dat's what happened. Got me three broken ribs an' a punctured lung."
"Ouch. I also heard Sara's movin outta New Yawk?"
"She's getting married ta some guy in Wisconsin dat she don't even know. She acts like she don't have a choice but she does."
"Ya want her ta stay?"
"Yeah. I mean, she's a good kid. She helped us a lot an' I owe her. I don't wanna go through life knowin I owe a fifteen year old goil."
"Well, I guess its up ta you ta tell her dat. She can't read ya mind."
Later that Week
Sara rolled over and sighed. A new day, a new problem to deal with. That was the way she felt about it. She could hear shouts downstairs, making their way up, when the door burst open and Striker ran across the room and dove under a bunk. Ace followed her.
"Gimme back me hat ya little thief!" He shouted as he dove under the bunk and chased her out. She scrambled up and ran towards Sara.
"Help Sara! He's gonna kill me!" She mocked Ace's behavior. Sara pushed her away.
"You don't know who that is do you Striker?"
"Yeah. Some new Brooklyn kid who ain't been trained yet."
"Oh I'm afraid you're mistaken. You see that's Ace. Ace Conlon and not only does he look like Spot, but he fights like him too."
Striker's eyes widened. "What a victory! I stole a Conlon's hat! I'm so proud a' meself!" She tossed the hat to Ace, who caught it and tackled her. She screamed.
Spot watched the two wrestle from the doorway. Striker was a damn good fighter for a girl but Ace was only beat by Spot. Ace pinned her to the wall and threatened her life if she ever touched him again. She smiled.
Sara pulled her hat and black suspenders on just as the youngest Brooklyn newsie came barreling into the room and handed Spot a paper.
"So Kelly's back. What a surprise," He murmured.
Sara leaned over his shoulder and asked, "What is it?"
"Jacky-boy's very own newspaper: Da Newsie Banner." He handed the paper to Sara, who read it and then gave it to Ace. Striker grinned.
"Dat's why I came so early Spot! Jack wants youse boys an yaself ta come ta da rally. He wants ta talk ta ya in person."
"Maybe. I ain't promisin nothin."
Sara looked up at him. "I think we should go."
"And I think you should stay in New Yawk but ya don't listen ta me," He snapped. Sara glared at him and stomped away muttering to herself.
"Ya ain't makin ya situation wit her any bettah by doin shit like dat!" Ace hissed as he followed Sara. "If you ain't goin, I will!" Spot shook his head and turned on his heel. Striker felt her heart sink. Spot was loosing control of Brooklyn, or so it seemed to her and if that happened every newsie in New York was in serious trouble. She looked at Lotta and Danielle. They gave her sad looks and walked away. This meant trouble.
Striker ran to Manhattan, almost in tears over all this. "Jack! David! Race!" She called as she pushed through the crowd of boys. The trio looked at her.
"Where's Spot, Striker?" David asked.
"We gots trouble in Brooklyn. Somethin happened an' now Ace is gonna come whether Spot likes it or not, Spot don't seem ta even care, and Sara's leavin da city all tagetha!"
Jack put his face in his hands. If he truly had lost Brooklyn as Striker had said, they were in deep. "Who's Ace?"
"He's Spot's baby bruddah. Well, he ain't a baby he seems about fifteen. He don't like me."
"Where's Sara goin?" Race said almost inaudibly.
"Well, I dunno but Ace said somethin about Spot's situation wit her movin ain't getting any bettah wit him throwin it in her face. He only said dat cause Spot said ta Sara, 'And I think ya should stay in New York but ya don't listen ta me.' Den Spot and Ace argued about goin ta da rally, Ace left, Spot stormed off ta Thomas's office, an' I left."
"So, she really is leavin New York den," Race whispered. "And Spot's losin control a' Brooklyn. We'se hit tough times boys. Real tough times."
Sara was aware of Ace following her all the way to Manhattan but she didn't say a word until they were a block away from where the rally was supposed to meet. "Ace? You're a horribly birdie. I mean you can't follow or spy worth shit."
"So ya did catch on den? Great. I wanted ta say I agreed wit ya back dere so I'se comin wit ya."
"Thanks but are you sure Spot didn't put you up to this?"
"I'm completely pissed wit Spot right now so yeah I'm sure."
"Well then. Welcome to Manhattan." She rounded the corner and pushed through the thick crowd of newsboys. Jack saw them first.
"Hey Sara! What are ya doin heah?"
"Am I not welcome at my original Newsie home anymore Kelly?" She put on fake pouting face. "Jack Kelly this is Ace Conlon. Ace this is Jack Kelly or as we say, Cowboy."
"A Conlon huh? Damn ya look like Spot!"
"So I've been told. Lemme put ta ya straight. I heard da stories bout you an me bruddah. I don't like ya already. But I'll give ya a chance cause right now I don't like him neither," Ace replied.
"On a lighter note," Sara started. "This is Race. Wait? Where'd Race go?" That's when she heard it. The thousands of voices rising through the hot New York streets.
She grabbed Jack's shoulders. "They came. They really came!" Jack shouted.
"Sara, its Spot! He showed up!" Ace shouted as he tugged Sara away from Jack and pointed to Spot. They looked at each other and ran towards him.
"Spot! You really came! Why?" Sara asked.
"Cause da other day I told ya I didn't care. But I do! I really do Sara! An' I don't want ya leave thinkin I didn't care. So I came heah cause I figured if I didn't tell ya now I nevah would," the words tumbled out of Spot's mouth as if it wasn't him saying it.
Sara smiled. She couldn't think of anything else to do. She couldn't leave New York now. She knew that much. Spot stared down at her and then without even thinking about it, he kissed her. She felt his lips meet hers and wrapped her arms around his neck. The Brooklyn boys whistled and cheered but she couldn't tell. She was totally lost in the moment and never wanted to let go. She wanted to run and stay, hug him and push him away from her, hold him and let him go, because she knew she couldn't keep him. He broke the kiss and grinned.
"Spot? I don't know if this is going to work."
"I don't either. But isn't dat da fun in it?"
She grinned. "You're right. When it's time to get on that train I'm not going. I'm gonna send my aunt a letter that says I won't marry Brandon."
"Why?! He's got everything ya need. He's filthy rich and probably got da biggest mansion in Wisconsin and." Sara put her hand over his mouth.
"Does he have big blue eyes I can lose myself in? Does he take risks that make life worth living? Does he really care about me?" She whispered.
Spot's eyes locked onto her's. She wants me over him? She wants me over him? She wants me over him? His mind kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. Then it hit him. "I'm never gonna let anything hurt ya Sara. I promise."
Then someone tapped Spot on the shoulder. "Spot? We need ta talk," Jack said. "We have for a while. I'm just gonna say it straight to ya. I shouldn't a left ya wit Tiger an' Blackjack. I'm sorry. I also shouldn't a turned scabbah on you an me boys. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I wanna be ya ally Spot. I don't wanna live wit da guilt a knowin I almost got ya killed twice. I'm sick of hurtin like dis Spot. Would ya think a makin it a truce between us?"
Spot frowned. "I thought about it already Jack. No. Ya see, cause a you I'll maybe live ta twenty or thoity, I got Bronx as a mortal enemy, an da bulls hate me. We'se allies Jack an we was friends but dat's over. We'se just two leadahs now."
"Awright. I understand."
"Good. Bye Jack. I'm sorry."
"Bye Spot."
A/n-How'd you like it? As you notice they do NOT love each other yet! They care about each other but they do not love. Also, this is not a slash fiction. It never will be. None of my work will be. I can't write slash.
Docks McGowen PS- E-mail me if you like the band "Simple Plan". I love them.