Disclaimer-I do not own Newsies. I owe Disney a lot for making that movie.
Thank you very much. I love you all.
A/n-Duck I am truly sorry for messing up your name in the latest chapter.
It was 6 in the morning and I had just woken up. I will fix it in this
Chapter though. I promise.
One Week later
Sara woke up the next morning to find a very quiet, very sleepy, bunkroom. The girls were all still sleeping. 'What is going on?' She asked herself and rolled out of the bed. She shook Lotta gently. "Lotta! Wake-up. What happened?"
"Its Sunday Sara. Da presses don't roll on Sunday. Go ta sleep or I'm sendin you ta Spot. Never mind ya wouldn't care if I did," She snapped groggily and rolled over.
"You are such a bitch in the morning Lotta. No wonder Shots doesn't want to wake up to your face every day."
"An ya wonder why ya don't sleep wit Spot like all da other goils he had?"
"No I don't. I'm just not a slut like all the other girls he had."
"Go da fuck ta bed Sara!"
Sara grumbled but didn't go to sleep. She got dressed and went downstairs. Thomas was sitting on the couch with his nodding to one side.
"Oy Thomas!" Sara said loudly in his ear. He jumped off the couch and cuffed her hard in the back of the head. She swore violently and then smiled.
"Thomas? A little protective are we?" She asked as she gently rubbed the back of her head.
"Oh its just you. As much as I love having a well mannered lady like yourself around the house you sure are a pain in the ass sometimes."
"Compliment accepted. Do you need any help? I'll sweep up or something. I'm going to be horribly bored until Ace or Spot wake up. Lotta already called me a slut for waking her up early."
"Just go visit Racetrack or something. He'll be awake by the time you get there."
Sara shook her head but scampered out the door while shouting, "Just tell them where I went." She ran down the steps and across the bridge as quickly as possible.
Racetrack was up when she got there. He hugged her and then spun her around
"Hello to you too. Thomas sent me away this morning because I was annoying him. Do I annoy you Race?" She asked innocently.
Race laughed and nodded. "Yes Sara. You annoy me. Ya a horrible person ta be around!" She gave him a confused and mock hurting look. "I'm just playin kid. Where's ya lover boy?"
"Sleeping probably. I don't like waking him up. He's just a lovely batch of sugar cookies in the morning." She smiled and sighed. A wistful look crossed her eyes and her face almost glowed with a feeling Race immediately tagged. He had seen many newsies make that face when they saw a pretty little rich girl.
"Uhh...Sara? Are ya okay? Ya look like Cupid hisself jist came down and pierced ya wit a quiver full a arrows."
"Anthony Higgens! Well, I've never been shot by Cupid! I never will either! I don't wish to go through that again."
Race knew very well what Sara was talking about. It was common knowledge around her friends. Before she had run away a few boys from school had raped her. It was quite the traumatizing thing for the girl to go through. She now swore never to sleep with anyone. Spot swore he'd change that, but he never told her about that particular oath. One of many he had made in his life and one of few he hadn't gone through with yet.
She tugged Race's arm and led him through the streets. She was almost inaudibly singing something to herself.
"Joyeaux Anniversaire,
Joyeaux Anniversaire,
Joyeaux Anniversaire Sara.
Joyeaux Anniversaire."
"What are ya singin?" He asked her quite suddenly.
She blushed obviously not realizing that she had been belting that out for everyone to hear. "Nothing," She grumbled and put her face down.
"No really. Ya sing real nice Sara."
"Its 'Happy Birthday' in French. I learned it a long time ago."
"Is is ya boithday?"
"Maybe. If it was I wouldn't tell you."
"It is! Ya little sneak! I'm gonna get cha for dat one!" Race chased her all the way to Brooklyn and into the lodging house. Spot was watching the entire race from the steps. He caught Sara as she tried to wiggle past him and away from Race.
"What are you doin?" He asked giving her a look that said 'I think you're insane so this better be a good reason.'
"Its her boithday! She was tryin ta get away from me."
Spot caught on to Race's game immediately. "Oh yeah? Well Race, ya know what we do ta short little goil's who lie about their boithdays."
"I sure do Spot. We tickle torture them."
Sara's eyes widened behind Spot and she struggled desperately to free herself.
"Heya Ace! We got a tickle torture convict right heah," Race called the raven haired boy down the steps. Ace appeared and immediately tackled Sara. He straddled her while Spot and Race tickled her. She laughed uncontrollably and kicked until the door opened. She sat up.
"Oh shit," She whispered and pushed Ace off her. "Aunt Cathy! How wonderful of you to come see me. Why?" She asked putting on a mock happy face. Spot caught her eyes and she saw laughter dancing in the cyan blue orbs.
"I see why you didn't enclose your whereabouts. Come now child. Brandon's waiting. He wishes to meet you," Cathy grabbed Sara's arm. Sara dug her heels into the floor and then sat down.
"You'll have to drag me. I have no wish to leave."
"You, young lady, are in enough trouble. I suggest you stand up and walk your pretty little self out that door!"
"Fuck off," Sara hissed and yanked her arm out of the older woman's grasp.
Cathy paled. "What a mouth! Come now Sara!"
"I already told you. I won't! I have no wish to marry him or anyone at the moment. I'm 15 for Christ's sake!"
Cathy slapped Sara and the crack echoed in the room. Spot froze. Sara was the wrong girl to slap by far. Sara gaped at her. "Oh you just made a big mistake you oversized worm!" Sara jumped to her feet and slapped the woman back.
Cathy turned on her heel and strode out of the room.
"Good one Sara!" Spot cheered and the other boys erupted into applause. "Are ya okay though?"
"I'm fine." She took his hand and led him upstairs onto the fire escape. "They'll come back. Probably with what's-his-name? Brandon!"
She put her head in her hands and shook her head. Spot tilted her chin up and gave her his famous lop-sided grin. "I won't let 'em take ya away Sara."
She kissed him and found her arms wrapped around his neck. She opened her mouth and for the first time let him really kiss her. It became one of the most passionate kisses she ever had. She pulled him closer to her and moaned as his hand traveled from her back to her front, exploring every inch of her body. Every inch she allowed at least.
He eventually broke the kiss and smiled at her. "I thought ya said you'd never do dat again?" He whispered.
"What I said was I would never sleep with anyone. That was coming close but no cigar. Sorry. You lose again."
"I don't mind losin. Not ta you at least."
"Why was that a pass at me? Not that it matters or anything. You won the battle for me."
"Maybe we should go get Ducky? I mean I think she probably learned her lesson from Tiger awready."
"Yeah. But why the hell do you call her Ducky. She hates that. Her name is Duck."
"I like annoyin her. She's funny when she's mad."
"Alright. Let's go."
Sara, Spot, Ace, Slip, Jack, Jaws, Striker, and Racetrack were in the middle of sneaking, undetected when Striker stopped dead in her tracks.
"What is it?" Race hissed.
She shook her head and doubled over. "What is she doing?" Sara whispered to Spot and Ace. Ace suddenly threw his jacket over her head and held his arms around her waist.
She coughed violently and shuddered. Ace removed the jacket. "What in New Yawk was dat?" Jaws laughed quietly.
"I'm allergic to animals. Dere must be some around heah," She grinned and they continued the walk. Sara was disbelieving that they hadn't gotten caught.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Conlon and his little bitch. Oh and Racetrack too! Jack Kelly, Jaws, and Striker Montgomery! We might have ta have a welcoming party," Tiger's voice echoed and he slid out of the shadows of an alley.
"To bad you forgot me Tiger, or should I say good-night?" Slip brought a board across Tiger's face. He crumbled and about 50 boys jumped down fire exits and ran out of alleys.
"I think we should go down fightin...Who agrees?" Spot hissed the question. He knew Ace and Sara could kick ass. Slip was soft but he could fight. He had never seen Jaws or Striker hit someone and he didn't care about Jack.
"I do," Sara's voice came from behind him. She pulled a slingshot out and shot the nearest thug in the head. He fell unconscious. The others immediately attacked.
It wasn't that Spot thought they had a chance. In fact, he knew they didn't but he couldn't bear the thought of letting all of Tiger's boy face him without so much as one black eye. So they fought and they lost.
Tiger woke up and grabbed the girl by the legs. They slid out from under her and she landed with a thump on her back. She looked at him and started to kick. He held on.
Blackjack watched his leader struggle with the tiny blonde girl until he couldn't take it anymore. He came up behind her and cracked her in the skull with his fist. She collapsed to the ground, blood running down her face.
"Sara," Race snapped breathlessly as he watched her fall right into Tiger's arms. "Spot! Sara's down!"
Spot turned only to receive a hard blow across the face and he fell.
Sara woke up in an unfamiliar room to a very familiar scenario. She was trapped with a bunch of boys. The tears spilled onto her cheeks. "Not again," she whispered. She sucked up the sobs that threatened to escape and stood up. Spot was unconscious across the room from her with Ace sprawled out beside him. Jaws was awake but babbling nonsense to herself and Striker was tossing her hat into the air while catching it.
"Where's Jack and Race?" Sara asked Jaws. Jaws looked at her.
"They are very obviously not heah! Go away!'
"Jaws! Tell me where they are?"
"Tiger came in an' took 'em. Don't try getting a sane sentence outta her right now. She's all fucked up cause Jacky-boy ain't heah," Striker stated as she stood up. (A/n-Try saying that ten times fast!)
Sara nodded and sat back down. Her head was fuzzy like she was drunk and she could barely think. Her whole body throbbed. She crawled over to Spot and examined the damage done to him. He had dark, congealing blood running in a line down his face. It compared to his pasty complexion like white paint spilt on a black carpet. Sara felt the all to familiar ice cube slide into her heart instead of her stomach.
She lay her head on his chest and listened for his heartbeat. It was steady and even despite the obvious injuries he had endured.
"What happened to him Striker?"
"He was all dazed when dey dragged him in. Blackjack took him an' Ace outta heah foist. They beat da livin daylights outta both of em."
Sara nodded. Spot had a pair of double black eyes, a split lip, and a gash above his left eye. She took his hand and then leaned over him to examine Ace. He looked like someone had already cared for him. Sara glanced at Jaws. It definitely wasn't her who had helped Ace and that left Striker who seemed to loathe the younger Conlon brother. Or maybe she didn't? She just liked to make it seem like that. Sara let a tiny burst of laughter escape her lips.
"What are ya laughin about? We's been kidnapped!" Striker screamed.
"You like Ace! You have a crush on Ace Conlon!"
Striker turned a deep, almost claret, red. "So what if I do? You probably screwed his brother! Not dat different from every uddah goil in Brooklyn."
"I'll let you off of that, but for future information, I have not slept with Spot," Sara whispered softly, solemnly, and almost dangerously. Striker was going to retort but the door opened and Race, Jack, and Duck stumbled in. They looked a lot better than the two brothers.
"Let me out Tiger! I swear I'll tell da bulls every thing ya told me!" Duck screamed and pounded on the locked wooden door. She then collapsed against and almost cried, almost felt sorry for herself, almost doesn't count. She caught sight of Spot and Sara and crawled towards them.
"Oh God Sara! I'm so sorry! I didn't think he was all dat bad of a guy," She cried.
"Don't apologize to me! You owe him an apology! I'm not the one with a busted up face!"
"Ya obviously don't have a mirror."
"What?" Sara touched her cheeks to find them swollen and was suddenly aware of the pain in her head. The fall. When they hit her it had injured her head.
Spot groaned and started to stir. Sara turned her attention back to him as his eyes fluttered open.
He smiled weakly. "I thought I wouldn't see ya again da way dat fight was goin," He whispered softly enough for only Sara to hear.
"I'm glad you did. How do you feel?"
"How do ya think? I feel like shit."
"Don't worry. We'll get out of here." She kissed him and was greeted by the metallic taste of blood.
"Sara? I gotta tell ya somethin."
"Anything. I'm always open for discussion."
"Its more den dat. I think I love ya Sara."
A/n-How is it? Don't worry. More juicy things will happen in the next chapter. Duck, you will be forgiven so don't get upset. Jaws, you are not completely insane. Striker, your moment is approaching. I love you all! ~Docks McGowen~
One Week later
Sara woke up the next morning to find a very quiet, very sleepy, bunkroom. The girls were all still sleeping. 'What is going on?' She asked herself and rolled out of the bed. She shook Lotta gently. "Lotta! Wake-up. What happened?"
"Its Sunday Sara. Da presses don't roll on Sunday. Go ta sleep or I'm sendin you ta Spot. Never mind ya wouldn't care if I did," She snapped groggily and rolled over.
"You are such a bitch in the morning Lotta. No wonder Shots doesn't want to wake up to your face every day."
"An ya wonder why ya don't sleep wit Spot like all da other goils he had?"
"No I don't. I'm just not a slut like all the other girls he had."
"Go da fuck ta bed Sara!"
Sara grumbled but didn't go to sleep. She got dressed and went downstairs. Thomas was sitting on the couch with his nodding to one side.
"Oy Thomas!" Sara said loudly in his ear. He jumped off the couch and cuffed her hard in the back of the head. She swore violently and then smiled.
"Thomas? A little protective are we?" She asked as she gently rubbed the back of her head.
"Oh its just you. As much as I love having a well mannered lady like yourself around the house you sure are a pain in the ass sometimes."
"Compliment accepted. Do you need any help? I'll sweep up or something. I'm going to be horribly bored until Ace or Spot wake up. Lotta already called me a slut for waking her up early."
"Just go visit Racetrack or something. He'll be awake by the time you get there."
Sara shook her head but scampered out the door while shouting, "Just tell them where I went." She ran down the steps and across the bridge as quickly as possible.
Racetrack was up when she got there. He hugged her and then spun her around
"Hello to you too. Thomas sent me away this morning because I was annoying him. Do I annoy you Race?" She asked innocently.
Race laughed and nodded. "Yes Sara. You annoy me. Ya a horrible person ta be around!" She gave him a confused and mock hurting look. "I'm just playin kid. Where's ya lover boy?"
"Sleeping probably. I don't like waking him up. He's just a lovely batch of sugar cookies in the morning." She smiled and sighed. A wistful look crossed her eyes and her face almost glowed with a feeling Race immediately tagged. He had seen many newsies make that face when they saw a pretty little rich girl.
"Uhh...Sara? Are ya okay? Ya look like Cupid hisself jist came down and pierced ya wit a quiver full a arrows."
"Anthony Higgens! Well, I've never been shot by Cupid! I never will either! I don't wish to go through that again."
Race knew very well what Sara was talking about. It was common knowledge around her friends. Before she had run away a few boys from school had raped her. It was quite the traumatizing thing for the girl to go through. She now swore never to sleep with anyone. Spot swore he'd change that, but he never told her about that particular oath. One of many he had made in his life and one of few he hadn't gone through with yet.
She tugged Race's arm and led him through the streets. She was almost inaudibly singing something to herself.
"Joyeaux Anniversaire,
Joyeaux Anniversaire,
Joyeaux Anniversaire Sara.
Joyeaux Anniversaire."
"What are ya singin?" He asked her quite suddenly.
She blushed obviously not realizing that she had been belting that out for everyone to hear. "Nothing," She grumbled and put her face down.
"No really. Ya sing real nice Sara."
"Its 'Happy Birthday' in French. I learned it a long time ago."
"Is is ya boithday?"
"Maybe. If it was I wouldn't tell you."
"It is! Ya little sneak! I'm gonna get cha for dat one!" Race chased her all the way to Brooklyn and into the lodging house. Spot was watching the entire race from the steps. He caught Sara as she tried to wiggle past him and away from Race.
"What are you doin?" He asked giving her a look that said 'I think you're insane so this better be a good reason.'
"Its her boithday! She was tryin ta get away from me."
Spot caught on to Race's game immediately. "Oh yeah? Well Race, ya know what we do ta short little goil's who lie about their boithdays."
"I sure do Spot. We tickle torture them."
Sara's eyes widened behind Spot and she struggled desperately to free herself.
"Heya Ace! We got a tickle torture convict right heah," Race called the raven haired boy down the steps. Ace appeared and immediately tackled Sara. He straddled her while Spot and Race tickled her. She laughed uncontrollably and kicked until the door opened. She sat up.
"Oh shit," She whispered and pushed Ace off her. "Aunt Cathy! How wonderful of you to come see me. Why?" She asked putting on a mock happy face. Spot caught her eyes and she saw laughter dancing in the cyan blue orbs.
"I see why you didn't enclose your whereabouts. Come now child. Brandon's waiting. He wishes to meet you," Cathy grabbed Sara's arm. Sara dug her heels into the floor and then sat down.
"You'll have to drag me. I have no wish to leave."
"You, young lady, are in enough trouble. I suggest you stand up and walk your pretty little self out that door!"
"Fuck off," Sara hissed and yanked her arm out of the older woman's grasp.
Cathy paled. "What a mouth! Come now Sara!"
"I already told you. I won't! I have no wish to marry him or anyone at the moment. I'm 15 for Christ's sake!"
Cathy slapped Sara and the crack echoed in the room. Spot froze. Sara was the wrong girl to slap by far. Sara gaped at her. "Oh you just made a big mistake you oversized worm!" Sara jumped to her feet and slapped the woman back.
Cathy turned on her heel and strode out of the room.
"Good one Sara!" Spot cheered and the other boys erupted into applause. "Are ya okay though?"
"I'm fine." She took his hand and led him upstairs onto the fire escape. "They'll come back. Probably with what's-his-name? Brandon!"
She put her head in her hands and shook her head. Spot tilted her chin up and gave her his famous lop-sided grin. "I won't let 'em take ya away Sara."
She kissed him and found her arms wrapped around his neck. She opened her mouth and for the first time let him really kiss her. It became one of the most passionate kisses she ever had. She pulled him closer to her and moaned as his hand traveled from her back to her front, exploring every inch of her body. Every inch she allowed at least.
He eventually broke the kiss and smiled at her. "I thought ya said you'd never do dat again?" He whispered.
"What I said was I would never sleep with anyone. That was coming close but no cigar. Sorry. You lose again."
"I don't mind losin. Not ta you at least."
"Why was that a pass at me? Not that it matters or anything. You won the battle for me."
"Maybe we should go get Ducky? I mean I think she probably learned her lesson from Tiger awready."
"Yeah. But why the hell do you call her Ducky. She hates that. Her name is Duck."
"I like annoyin her. She's funny when she's mad."
"Alright. Let's go."
Sara, Spot, Ace, Slip, Jack, Jaws, Striker, and Racetrack were in the middle of sneaking, undetected when Striker stopped dead in her tracks.
"What is it?" Race hissed.
She shook her head and doubled over. "What is she doing?" Sara whispered to Spot and Ace. Ace suddenly threw his jacket over her head and held his arms around her waist.
She coughed violently and shuddered. Ace removed the jacket. "What in New Yawk was dat?" Jaws laughed quietly.
"I'm allergic to animals. Dere must be some around heah," She grinned and they continued the walk. Sara was disbelieving that they hadn't gotten caught.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Conlon and his little bitch. Oh and Racetrack too! Jack Kelly, Jaws, and Striker Montgomery! We might have ta have a welcoming party," Tiger's voice echoed and he slid out of the shadows of an alley.
"To bad you forgot me Tiger, or should I say good-night?" Slip brought a board across Tiger's face. He crumbled and about 50 boys jumped down fire exits and ran out of alleys.
"I think we should go down fightin...Who agrees?" Spot hissed the question. He knew Ace and Sara could kick ass. Slip was soft but he could fight. He had never seen Jaws or Striker hit someone and he didn't care about Jack.
"I do," Sara's voice came from behind him. She pulled a slingshot out and shot the nearest thug in the head. He fell unconscious. The others immediately attacked.
It wasn't that Spot thought they had a chance. In fact, he knew they didn't but he couldn't bear the thought of letting all of Tiger's boy face him without so much as one black eye. So they fought and they lost.
Tiger woke up and grabbed the girl by the legs. They slid out from under her and she landed with a thump on her back. She looked at him and started to kick. He held on.
Blackjack watched his leader struggle with the tiny blonde girl until he couldn't take it anymore. He came up behind her and cracked her in the skull with his fist. She collapsed to the ground, blood running down her face.
"Sara," Race snapped breathlessly as he watched her fall right into Tiger's arms. "Spot! Sara's down!"
Spot turned only to receive a hard blow across the face and he fell.
Sara woke up in an unfamiliar room to a very familiar scenario. She was trapped with a bunch of boys. The tears spilled onto her cheeks. "Not again," she whispered. She sucked up the sobs that threatened to escape and stood up. Spot was unconscious across the room from her with Ace sprawled out beside him. Jaws was awake but babbling nonsense to herself and Striker was tossing her hat into the air while catching it.
"Where's Jack and Race?" Sara asked Jaws. Jaws looked at her.
"They are very obviously not heah! Go away!'
"Jaws! Tell me where they are?"
"Tiger came in an' took 'em. Don't try getting a sane sentence outta her right now. She's all fucked up cause Jacky-boy ain't heah," Striker stated as she stood up. (A/n-Try saying that ten times fast!)
Sara nodded and sat back down. Her head was fuzzy like she was drunk and she could barely think. Her whole body throbbed. She crawled over to Spot and examined the damage done to him. He had dark, congealing blood running in a line down his face. It compared to his pasty complexion like white paint spilt on a black carpet. Sara felt the all to familiar ice cube slide into her heart instead of her stomach.
She lay her head on his chest and listened for his heartbeat. It was steady and even despite the obvious injuries he had endured.
"What happened to him Striker?"
"He was all dazed when dey dragged him in. Blackjack took him an' Ace outta heah foist. They beat da livin daylights outta both of em."
Sara nodded. Spot had a pair of double black eyes, a split lip, and a gash above his left eye. She took his hand and then leaned over him to examine Ace. He looked like someone had already cared for him. Sara glanced at Jaws. It definitely wasn't her who had helped Ace and that left Striker who seemed to loathe the younger Conlon brother. Or maybe she didn't? She just liked to make it seem like that. Sara let a tiny burst of laughter escape her lips.
"What are ya laughin about? We's been kidnapped!" Striker screamed.
"You like Ace! You have a crush on Ace Conlon!"
Striker turned a deep, almost claret, red. "So what if I do? You probably screwed his brother! Not dat different from every uddah goil in Brooklyn."
"I'll let you off of that, but for future information, I have not slept with Spot," Sara whispered softly, solemnly, and almost dangerously. Striker was going to retort but the door opened and Race, Jack, and Duck stumbled in. They looked a lot better than the two brothers.
"Let me out Tiger! I swear I'll tell da bulls every thing ya told me!" Duck screamed and pounded on the locked wooden door. She then collapsed against and almost cried, almost felt sorry for herself, almost doesn't count. She caught sight of Spot and Sara and crawled towards them.
"Oh God Sara! I'm so sorry! I didn't think he was all dat bad of a guy," She cried.
"Don't apologize to me! You owe him an apology! I'm not the one with a busted up face!"
"Ya obviously don't have a mirror."
"What?" Sara touched her cheeks to find them swollen and was suddenly aware of the pain in her head. The fall. When they hit her it had injured her head.
Spot groaned and started to stir. Sara turned her attention back to him as his eyes fluttered open.
He smiled weakly. "I thought I wouldn't see ya again da way dat fight was goin," He whispered softly enough for only Sara to hear.
"I'm glad you did. How do you feel?"
"How do ya think? I feel like shit."
"Don't worry. We'll get out of here." She kissed him and was greeted by the metallic taste of blood.
"Sara? I gotta tell ya somethin."
"Anything. I'm always open for discussion."
"Its more den dat. I think I love ya Sara."
A/n-How is it? Don't worry. More juicy things will happen in the next chapter. Duck, you will be forgiven so don't get upset. Jaws, you are not completely insane. Striker, your moment is approaching. I love you all! ~Docks McGowen~