Disclaimer-Don't own newsies. I hate disclaimers. The end.
A/n-Hello again and thanks for the reviews! Alright I promised myself and
one of my friends (Spitfire) that I would put this in the next chapter I
wrote so here it is: I love Sebastian forever and ever and ever even though
he has no idea who I am.
Sara smiled at Ace as she finished the letter to her Aunt Cathy. He was helping her do it because he had nothing better to do since he had finished selling early. It was the day after the strike so all the citizens of New York City were eager to get their papers the old way: a newsie!
"How is this, Ace?" Sara asked as she read the letter.
"Dear Aunt Catherine, I'm pleased and yet saddened to inform you that I will not be journeying to your home next week. I do not wish to marry at the age of 15 especially to a man I do not know and that is double my age. I have friends here that I'm staying with but I will not tell you their names due to the fact that you would not approve of them. I am glad you agree with my decision to leave home on account of the death of my dear sister, Marie. I wish to apologize to Brandon for turning down his proposal but I've found a man here much more suited to my life than your suitor.
Love from your niece,
Sara Valerie Porter"
"You don't sound like yaself," Ace answered. "But I guess dat's a good thing."
"Exactly. That's what they talk like so I figured I'd make it sound like I'm living with the governor or something. Which I would not like but whatever." She sealed the envelope and stamped it before she and Ace took it to Thomas so he could mail it. Then the two headed outside to the docks.
Upon arriving the docks filled with whistles and whoops of the other newsies.
"Ace! What's rollin?" Skipper asked as he climbed out of the water.
"Skip? It's almost September. Don't you think maybe the water is a little cold?" Sara asked skeptically.
"Get outta heah Sara! Go see Spot. I don't need a mom!" Skipper mock complained and then tossed Ace into the river. Ace glared as he broke the surface of the water and climbed out.
"I was going to but you see, I don't know where he is."
"Well, where is he usually at after sellin?"
"Again, I don't know. I came to Brooklyn at the beginning of the strike."
"Down at the end where he can watch everything. On the platform, Sara!"
Sara nodded as she took off. The docks were crowded with newsies of all ages but all from Brooklyn. "Hey Spot!" She called as she caught sight of him.
"Sara? What's rollin?"
"What do you think? Nothing, as usual."
"Yeah I know how ya feel. C'mon, lets get outta heah." He grabbed her hand and led her down the docks.
"Where ya goin, Spot?" Ace asked as they passed him.
"Dunno yet. Take care a things heah awright?"
"Yeah sure. Catch youse two latah."
Sara followed him until they were out of earshot. Then she asked, "Where are we going?"
"Probably Queens. I gotta see Slip an' youse bored so..."
"Oh. I sent that letter today with Ace. I hope she takes it okay."
"Well, she should. She only met ya once! An' even den...ya nevah met dis Brandon guy."
"Also, I've got you."
He grinned and slipped his arm around her waist. "Are you sure you want to go to Queens? I mean, I know you hate it there. Even if the boys are okay with Brooklyn," Sara's eyes caught his as she said this. Queens was one of those subject that touched Spot's nerves. Okay, they did more than just touch them, they twisted them counter-clockwise and lit his temper like a candle lights kerosene.
He frowned at her. "I'm fine. Besides, Patrick's just a dumbass drunk. If he does decide ta come after us all I gotta do is trip him an' he won't be able ta stand back up."
Sara's eyes widened and then she burst into uncontrollable laughter. She didn't understand how Spot could make her laugh like that. He just had a way with her humor like he had a way with fighting and leading people.
"I don't get what's so funny. Sara? Are ya still breathin'?" He shook her shoulders, which only succeeded in making her laugh harder.
He gave up and shook his head.
Upon reaching Queens they ran immediately into Slip Daniels. That wasn't uncommon though. He was the leader.
"Hey Spot. What's rollin?"
"Nothin. Ya look tired. What happened."
"Ducky came by. She said Kelly through her out and you sent her away too. I know why. Tiger isn't somethin ya want hangin ovah ya all da time."
"Not ta mention I hate him. Where is she now?"
"Probably Bronx. She stayed heah a night. I couldn't throw her out."
"Ya to soft Slip. I told ya dat before too!"
"Umm...Sorry to interrupt but why don't we go get her out of Bronx if Tiger is such a threat? He can't possibly take on Brooklyn and Queens. Manhattan too if Kelly cares about his girls," Sara said. Slip looked down at her.
"Ya state da obvious. Problem is, Tiger's uncle is da Police Chief. He'd have us all in jail before we could say, 'War.' He also has Harlem on his side along wit da scabbers. We got a good chance but...the results might not be ta ya liking," Slip answered.
Spot grinned. "That's just it. Sara's dad is a bull. He didn't hurt me, he won't hurt da boys if Sara tells him not too. She's got some shit on his reputation."
Sara held her hand out to Slip. "I say tomorrow, we get Ducky back. I know Jaws would love to help and she has Kelly so whipped its not funny anymore. What do you say? Yes or no?"
Slip looked at Spot and sighed. It was impossible to disagree with Brooklyn. His gaze alone would make hell freeze over. "Alright. But only 'cause I need Brooklyn as an ally." He took Sara's hand and shook. Then did the same to Spot.
Slip walked away, not even close to realizing the things he had just caused. His future had been decided and Ducky would be a very big part in it.
Sara and Spot walked back to Brooklyn in the cold September weather. The wind off the river was bitter and frosty. Sara could almost feel the pain of the river again. Like the last time she had been this cold.
Flashback (Sara.)
Sara looked over the river and smiled. Her sister and brothers were beside her and were laughing happily about the escape from their father they had just completed. Sara had always been the quite one and just listened to her siblings' mindless chatter.
Then it happened. Keith pushed Josh and he stumbled into Sara. She wobbled and fell forward into the freezing water. It had felt like thousands of needles being lodged into her body at the same time. She couldn't scream or breath or do much of anything least of all move. She couldn't even swim. It was still a secret of her's.
"Sara!" Lucy screamed and plunged her hands into the water, searching for her younger sister. Josh didn't. He jumped in.
Sara was quickly losing consciousness under the water and really thought it was her time to die. Then she felt hands lift her up and throw her onto the bank. Josh leaned over her and shook her. "Sara? Can you hear me?"
She coughed and nodded.
"Sara? Are ya okay? What's wrong?" Spot was talking to her.
"Oh! Nothing. I just didn't remember that."
"What are ya talkin about?"
"Just something that happened the night we ran away. I fell in the river and I couldn't swim."
"Ya can't swim?"
Sara blushed and realized what she had just told him. "Well, no but..."
"I'll teach ya when it gets warmer."
She smiled and kissed him. He hugged her and led her into the Brooklyn boarding house.
Ace tackled them immediately. It was a ritual between the two brothers. Every time Spot walked in, Ace tackled him.
Sara jumped out of the way and fell onto Skipper. He caught her and lifted her back up. "Thanks Skip."
He shook his head and they watched the remainder of Spot and Ace's wrestling match.
A/n-Sorry this chapter took so long. I've been grounded. That happens a lot lately. Well, if anyone has any ideas that they want to see in the story please e-mail me immediately. Thank you very much. Please read longing too. I need some ideas for it. ~Docks McGowen~
Sara smiled at Ace as she finished the letter to her Aunt Cathy. He was helping her do it because he had nothing better to do since he had finished selling early. It was the day after the strike so all the citizens of New York City were eager to get their papers the old way: a newsie!
"How is this, Ace?" Sara asked as she read the letter.
"Dear Aunt Catherine, I'm pleased and yet saddened to inform you that I will not be journeying to your home next week. I do not wish to marry at the age of 15 especially to a man I do not know and that is double my age. I have friends here that I'm staying with but I will not tell you their names due to the fact that you would not approve of them. I am glad you agree with my decision to leave home on account of the death of my dear sister, Marie. I wish to apologize to Brandon for turning down his proposal but I've found a man here much more suited to my life than your suitor.
Love from your niece,
Sara Valerie Porter"
"You don't sound like yaself," Ace answered. "But I guess dat's a good thing."
"Exactly. That's what they talk like so I figured I'd make it sound like I'm living with the governor or something. Which I would not like but whatever." She sealed the envelope and stamped it before she and Ace took it to Thomas so he could mail it. Then the two headed outside to the docks.
Upon arriving the docks filled with whistles and whoops of the other newsies.
"Ace! What's rollin?" Skipper asked as he climbed out of the water.
"Skip? It's almost September. Don't you think maybe the water is a little cold?" Sara asked skeptically.
"Get outta heah Sara! Go see Spot. I don't need a mom!" Skipper mock complained and then tossed Ace into the river. Ace glared as he broke the surface of the water and climbed out.
"I was going to but you see, I don't know where he is."
"Well, where is he usually at after sellin?"
"Again, I don't know. I came to Brooklyn at the beginning of the strike."
"Down at the end where he can watch everything. On the platform, Sara!"
Sara nodded as she took off. The docks were crowded with newsies of all ages but all from Brooklyn. "Hey Spot!" She called as she caught sight of him.
"Sara? What's rollin?"
"What do you think? Nothing, as usual."
"Yeah I know how ya feel. C'mon, lets get outta heah." He grabbed her hand and led her down the docks.
"Where ya goin, Spot?" Ace asked as they passed him.
"Dunno yet. Take care a things heah awright?"
"Yeah sure. Catch youse two latah."
Sara followed him until they were out of earshot. Then she asked, "Where are we going?"
"Probably Queens. I gotta see Slip an' youse bored so..."
"Oh. I sent that letter today with Ace. I hope she takes it okay."
"Well, she should. She only met ya once! An' even den...ya nevah met dis Brandon guy."
"Also, I've got you."
He grinned and slipped his arm around her waist. "Are you sure you want to go to Queens? I mean, I know you hate it there. Even if the boys are okay with Brooklyn," Sara's eyes caught his as she said this. Queens was one of those subject that touched Spot's nerves. Okay, they did more than just touch them, they twisted them counter-clockwise and lit his temper like a candle lights kerosene.
He frowned at her. "I'm fine. Besides, Patrick's just a dumbass drunk. If he does decide ta come after us all I gotta do is trip him an' he won't be able ta stand back up."
Sara's eyes widened and then she burst into uncontrollable laughter. She didn't understand how Spot could make her laugh like that. He just had a way with her humor like he had a way with fighting and leading people.
"I don't get what's so funny. Sara? Are ya still breathin'?" He shook her shoulders, which only succeeded in making her laugh harder.
He gave up and shook his head.
Upon reaching Queens they ran immediately into Slip Daniels. That wasn't uncommon though. He was the leader.
"Hey Spot. What's rollin?"
"Nothin. Ya look tired. What happened."
"Ducky came by. She said Kelly through her out and you sent her away too. I know why. Tiger isn't somethin ya want hangin ovah ya all da time."
"Not ta mention I hate him. Where is she now?"
"Probably Bronx. She stayed heah a night. I couldn't throw her out."
"Ya to soft Slip. I told ya dat before too!"
"Umm...Sorry to interrupt but why don't we go get her out of Bronx if Tiger is such a threat? He can't possibly take on Brooklyn and Queens. Manhattan too if Kelly cares about his girls," Sara said. Slip looked down at her.
"Ya state da obvious. Problem is, Tiger's uncle is da Police Chief. He'd have us all in jail before we could say, 'War.' He also has Harlem on his side along wit da scabbers. We got a good chance but...the results might not be ta ya liking," Slip answered.
Spot grinned. "That's just it. Sara's dad is a bull. He didn't hurt me, he won't hurt da boys if Sara tells him not too. She's got some shit on his reputation."
Sara held her hand out to Slip. "I say tomorrow, we get Ducky back. I know Jaws would love to help and she has Kelly so whipped its not funny anymore. What do you say? Yes or no?"
Slip looked at Spot and sighed. It was impossible to disagree with Brooklyn. His gaze alone would make hell freeze over. "Alright. But only 'cause I need Brooklyn as an ally." He took Sara's hand and shook. Then did the same to Spot.
Slip walked away, not even close to realizing the things he had just caused. His future had been decided and Ducky would be a very big part in it.
Sara and Spot walked back to Brooklyn in the cold September weather. The wind off the river was bitter and frosty. Sara could almost feel the pain of the river again. Like the last time she had been this cold.
Flashback (Sara.)
Sara looked over the river and smiled. Her sister and brothers were beside her and were laughing happily about the escape from their father they had just completed. Sara had always been the quite one and just listened to her siblings' mindless chatter.
Then it happened. Keith pushed Josh and he stumbled into Sara. She wobbled and fell forward into the freezing water. It had felt like thousands of needles being lodged into her body at the same time. She couldn't scream or breath or do much of anything least of all move. She couldn't even swim. It was still a secret of her's.
"Sara!" Lucy screamed and plunged her hands into the water, searching for her younger sister. Josh didn't. He jumped in.
Sara was quickly losing consciousness under the water and really thought it was her time to die. Then she felt hands lift her up and throw her onto the bank. Josh leaned over her and shook her. "Sara? Can you hear me?"
She coughed and nodded.
"Sara? Are ya okay? What's wrong?" Spot was talking to her.
"Oh! Nothing. I just didn't remember that."
"What are ya talkin about?"
"Just something that happened the night we ran away. I fell in the river and I couldn't swim."
"Ya can't swim?"
Sara blushed and realized what she had just told him. "Well, no but..."
"I'll teach ya when it gets warmer."
She smiled and kissed him. He hugged her and led her into the Brooklyn boarding house.
Ace tackled them immediately. It was a ritual between the two brothers. Every time Spot walked in, Ace tackled him.
Sara jumped out of the way and fell onto Skipper. He caught her and lifted her back up. "Thanks Skip."
He shook his head and they watched the remainder of Spot and Ace's wrestling match.
A/n-Sorry this chapter took so long. I've been grounded. That happens a lot lately. Well, if anyone has any ideas that they want to see in the story please e-mail me immediately. Thank you very much. Please read longing too. I need some ideas for it. ~Docks McGowen~