Disclaimer-I do not own newsies. I own Sara, Ace, Slip, and anyone else
you don't recognize. Thank you.
A/n-Alright, I'm in a good mood so expect some nice things to happen, none
of which include a bed, Spot, and Sara. Ha ha. Sorry, I had to say that.
Thanks for the reviews! I love you guys! Duck I owe you a very big hug
for reviewing Longing for me. Thanks a bunch.
Slip was sitting in the corner, unnoticed by anyone. He liked it that way though. The more he stayed out of the limelight, the less chance of getting soaked by Tiger or Blackjack. He didn't even think Sara knew he was still there until Duck pointed it out.
"Hey Slip. I didn't see ya dere!" Duck said as she sat down next to him. He sighed. He didn't want noticed.
Sara glanced towards him and shot him a grin. Maybe she had known he was there. Not that it really mattered. Even if he had taken Ace, what would he have done with him? Brooklyn would have killed him the minute they saw Ace's near broken body with him. He smiled back at Sara.
Spot groaned. Slip knew he was in pain. He had to be. Spot didn't complain unless it was absolutely unbearable. Sara's gaze shifted again. A look of worry...or was it fear, crossed her face. She put her hand on Spot's chest and kissed his cheek.
Sara watched helplessly as Spot winced. She could do nothing for him except ensure him of her presence. His breath was coming in short, pained, gasps now. She could hardly bare the fact of his pain. It made her heart feel like it had been split in half.
'How could I try to keep him?' She thought to herself. 'I can't cage someone like him. He's to free, to beautiful to be kept or given away.' She shook the thoughts from her mind. He had admitted to loving her before she had to him. That had to mean something. 'How could I doubt you?' She asked Spot silently as his eyes closed once again in a painful wince.
They had been locked in that room for at least two days since Striker left. They were all hungry and tired and broken. Sara's spirit was even dying and Race had ceased his endless chatter. Jaws and Jack were sitting in a corner doing absolutely nothing.
Sara was close to just falling over and hoping death captured her soul when the door slammed open and Shots's figure framed the rectangle.
"Shots? Is that you?" Sara asked, squinting at the boy.
"Sure as hell it is! C'mon Sara, Spot. You guys. Let's get outta heah before da rest a Bronx finds out wese in heah," Shots answered.
Sara slipped her arms around Spot's middle, but he pushed her away and walked out on his own.
'Damn pride!' Sara snapped to herself. Shots knew what she was thinking because he smirked. The smirk was short lived though, due to the Bronx newsies behind Sara. One wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her to the ground. She kicked him in the chest and stumbled, dazed to her feet. Shots was fighting with two huge, dumb ones that didn't stand a chance against him while Slip had just overtaken another boy. Jaws and Jack were already leaving, a pile of unconscious Bronx boys where they had once stood.
Shots and Spot had their hands full with 4 thuggish brutes while Sara knocked out a medium sized boy with her slingshot. As soon as enough of the creeps had been cleared the party took off towards Brooklyn.
Sara woke up the next morning in her own bed, in the lodging house. She looked around her. Lotta was asleep, as were Penny, Danielle, Stardust, and Coal. She didn't remember falling asleep there.
She shrugged and stood up. She wanted to find out where Spot and Ace were. The two boys were the only thing in the world that still meant something to her, besides the vow she had made against sex.
She stumbled groggily down the steps to the boys' bunkroom and found Shots asleep in his bed but Spot's and Ace's were barren and empty. That's when she got scared. If they weren't here, where were they? She shook Skipper awake. He grumbled in protest but opened his eyes.
"Whadda ya want chicka," He asked, using a name she would've normally slapped him for.
"Where are they? Where are Spot and Ace?" She asked maliciously. Skipper sat up and gave her confused look.
"They's been put in da upstairs room. Da sick room is what Thomas calls it. Dey ain't to hot though chicka. Ya might not wanna go see 'em."
Sara smacked him across the face and glared. "Don't call me that." Then she stood up and stalked upstairs.
The room was deathly quiet and sick. It frightened Sara that the boys were even in that room. She crept towards the nearest bunk. It was Ace. He looked healthier than he had before. At least he had color on his face. Striker was asleep in a chair next to him. Sara smiled and continued to the next bunk. She almost dreaded seeing what Spot was like. She leaned over the bed and sighed.
"Better than before at least," She whispered out loud. His eyes opened and he smiled. "Hello Spot. How have you been?"
"How's it look sweetheart? I feel like shit and I look like shit. It don't get much bettah dan dis."
She kissed him softly on the mouth and was again struck by that feeling. The feeling that she couldn't put a cage around an angel like him. Not an angel in the sense that he was innocent because he was far from it. He could drink, steal, he'd bought whores, but she could see past that to who he really was. And she loved him.
"Spot can I ask you something that you'll probably find completely stupid?"
"Ya just did but yeah ask away."
"Who are you?"
Spot's face clouded and he sighed. "I don't even know dat much Sara. Who are you?"
She grinned. "Glad to know someone else feels like that. I just thought of something yesterday or...whenever it was that Shots came and got us. I thought that I couldn't have possibly been the one to tame you. Every girl in the city knows who you are and I don't care. I just don't understand why you chose me."
Spot laughed softly. "I chose ya cause you was different den dose uddah goils. Dey all wanted ta sleep wit me but you could see past dat. You knew who I was. I ain't really Spot. I'm Kyle."
Sara leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him. She ran her fingers through his two toned blonde hair and let her tongue wander his mouth. It became so passionate that when she finally pulled back she found herself lying on top of him in a most inappropriate position.
"Got ya Sara. I win dis round," He whispered as she crawled off of him rather quickly. She shot him a fake pout and then smiled.
"Maybe I let you win that round."
"Liar. Ya such a bad liar!" Spot laughed and took hold of her hand. She grinned.
"Maybe I want to be a bad liar. Maybe I'm such a bad liar because I want you to think I'm lying when I'm really telling the truth. Or maybe I'm such a bad liar because I want you to think I'm telling the truth when I'm actually lying. Did that make any sense at all?"
"I don't think so. Ya rarely make sense sweetheart. I don't care though. Ya cute when ya confused."
She smirked. Then Ace's voice whispered, "Hey Sara. How's it rollin?' She turned quickly and gazed at him. His voice was wavering and soft but he was getting better.
"You look better than when I last saw you Ace. That's a good sign," She answered.
"I guess it could be but I'se still feeling like I spent da night wit some whore an' woke up wit da woist hangovah in da history of New York which Spot actually holds da title for."
"I can believe that. So Ace, how long have I been sleeping?"
"Three days. Ya missed ya lovely little boyfriend, Brandon, comin in ta see ya. He was so pissed off when he saw you was out cold! Shots had ta 'make' him leave youse alone. I thought he was gonna carry ya off ta some mansion and lock ya up da way he was talkin. 'She's my wife not your little lodgin' house harlot.'"
Sara gaped at him. He thought it was funny but she found it shocking that Brandon would do that. "And he actually calls himself a gentleman? When he comes in here calling me a harlot? Well, screw him!"
Spot smiled and sat up. The pain that had once seared through his body was dulled by Thomas's medical experience. Sara grinned when she saw that the agony had been sated. She kissed him again but lighter this time to spare his brother the knowledge of their personal life. Then she whispered it and really meant it for the first time. After all he'd done for her she owed him a lot more than she knew. "I love you Kyle."
A/n-How'd you like it. That's three chapters in 4 days! Oh yeah I win and you guys lose. No I didn't give up on the story. I've been grounded and have had a very emotionally exhausting week. ~Docks McGowen~
Slip was sitting in the corner, unnoticed by anyone. He liked it that way though. The more he stayed out of the limelight, the less chance of getting soaked by Tiger or Blackjack. He didn't even think Sara knew he was still there until Duck pointed it out.
"Hey Slip. I didn't see ya dere!" Duck said as she sat down next to him. He sighed. He didn't want noticed.
Sara glanced towards him and shot him a grin. Maybe she had known he was there. Not that it really mattered. Even if he had taken Ace, what would he have done with him? Brooklyn would have killed him the minute they saw Ace's near broken body with him. He smiled back at Sara.
Spot groaned. Slip knew he was in pain. He had to be. Spot didn't complain unless it was absolutely unbearable. Sara's gaze shifted again. A look of worry...or was it fear, crossed her face. She put her hand on Spot's chest and kissed his cheek.
Sara watched helplessly as Spot winced. She could do nothing for him except ensure him of her presence. His breath was coming in short, pained, gasps now. She could hardly bare the fact of his pain. It made her heart feel like it had been split in half.
'How could I try to keep him?' She thought to herself. 'I can't cage someone like him. He's to free, to beautiful to be kept or given away.' She shook the thoughts from her mind. He had admitted to loving her before she had to him. That had to mean something. 'How could I doubt you?' She asked Spot silently as his eyes closed once again in a painful wince.
They had been locked in that room for at least two days since Striker left. They were all hungry and tired and broken. Sara's spirit was even dying and Race had ceased his endless chatter. Jaws and Jack were sitting in a corner doing absolutely nothing.
Sara was close to just falling over and hoping death captured her soul when the door slammed open and Shots's figure framed the rectangle.
"Shots? Is that you?" Sara asked, squinting at the boy.
"Sure as hell it is! C'mon Sara, Spot. You guys. Let's get outta heah before da rest a Bronx finds out wese in heah," Shots answered.
Sara slipped her arms around Spot's middle, but he pushed her away and walked out on his own.
'Damn pride!' Sara snapped to herself. Shots knew what she was thinking because he smirked. The smirk was short lived though, due to the Bronx newsies behind Sara. One wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her to the ground. She kicked him in the chest and stumbled, dazed to her feet. Shots was fighting with two huge, dumb ones that didn't stand a chance against him while Slip had just overtaken another boy. Jaws and Jack were already leaving, a pile of unconscious Bronx boys where they had once stood.
Shots and Spot had their hands full with 4 thuggish brutes while Sara knocked out a medium sized boy with her slingshot. As soon as enough of the creeps had been cleared the party took off towards Brooklyn.
Sara woke up the next morning in her own bed, in the lodging house. She looked around her. Lotta was asleep, as were Penny, Danielle, Stardust, and Coal. She didn't remember falling asleep there.
She shrugged and stood up. She wanted to find out where Spot and Ace were. The two boys were the only thing in the world that still meant something to her, besides the vow she had made against sex.
She stumbled groggily down the steps to the boys' bunkroom and found Shots asleep in his bed but Spot's and Ace's were barren and empty. That's when she got scared. If they weren't here, where were they? She shook Skipper awake. He grumbled in protest but opened his eyes.
"Whadda ya want chicka," He asked, using a name she would've normally slapped him for.
"Where are they? Where are Spot and Ace?" She asked maliciously. Skipper sat up and gave her confused look.
"They's been put in da upstairs room. Da sick room is what Thomas calls it. Dey ain't to hot though chicka. Ya might not wanna go see 'em."
Sara smacked him across the face and glared. "Don't call me that." Then she stood up and stalked upstairs.
The room was deathly quiet and sick. It frightened Sara that the boys were even in that room. She crept towards the nearest bunk. It was Ace. He looked healthier than he had before. At least he had color on his face. Striker was asleep in a chair next to him. Sara smiled and continued to the next bunk. She almost dreaded seeing what Spot was like. She leaned over the bed and sighed.
"Better than before at least," She whispered out loud. His eyes opened and he smiled. "Hello Spot. How have you been?"
"How's it look sweetheart? I feel like shit and I look like shit. It don't get much bettah dan dis."
She kissed him softly on the mouth and was again struck by that feeling. The feeling that she couldn't put a cage around an angel like him. Not an angel in the sense that he was innocent because he was far from it. He could drink, steal, he'd bought whores, but she could see past that to who he really was. And she loved him.
"Spot can I ask you something that you'll probably find completely stupid?"
"Ya just did but yeah ask away."
"Who are you?"
Spot's face clouded and he sighed. "I don't even know dat much Sara. Who are you?"
She grinned. "Glad to know someone else feels like that. I just thought of something yesterday or...whenever it was that Shots came and got us. I thought that I couldn't have possibly been the one to tame you. Every girl in the city knows who you are and I don't care. I just don't understand why you chose me."
Spot laughed softly. "I chose ya cause you was different den dose uddah goils. Dey all wanted ta sleep wit me but you could see past dat. You knew who I was. I ain't really Spot. I'm Kyle."
Sara leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him. She ran her fingers through his two toned blonde hair and let her tongue wander his mouth. It became so passionate that when she finally pulled back she found herself lying on top of him in a most inappropriate position.
"Got ya Sara. I win dis round," He whispered as she crawled off of him rather quickly. She shot him a fake pout and then smiled.
"Maybe I let you win that round."
"Liar. Ya such a bad liar!" Spot laughed and took hold of her hand. She grinned.
"Maybe I want to be a bad liar. Maybe I'm such a bad liar because I want you to think I'm lying when I'm really telling the truth. Or maybe I'm such a bad liar because I want you to think I'm telling the truth when I'm actually lying. Did that make any sense at all?"
"I don't think so. Ya rarely make sense sweetheart. I don't care though. Ya cute when ya confused."
She smirked. Then Ace's voice whispered, "Hey Sara. How's it rollin?' She turned quickly and gazed at him. His voice was wavering and soft but he was getting better.
"You look better than when I last saw you Ace. That's a good sign," She answered.
"I guess it could be but I'se still feeling like I spent da night wit some whore an' woke up wit da woist hangovah in da history of New York which Spot actually holds da title for."
"I can believe that. So Ace, how long have I been sleeping?"
"Three days. Ya missed ya lovely little boyfriend, Brandon, comin in ta see ya. He was so pissed off when he saw you was out cold! Shots had ta 'make' him leave youse alone. I thought he was gonna carry ya off ta some mansion and lock ya up da way he was talkin. 'She's my wife not your little lodgin' house harlot.'"
Sara gaped at him. He thought it was funny but she found it shocking that Brandon would do that. "And he actually calls himself a gentleman? When he comes in here calling me a harlot? Well, screw him!"
Spot smiled and sat up. The pain that had once seared through his body was dulled by Thomas's medical experience. Sara grinned when she saw that the agony had been sated. She kissed him again but lighter this time to spare his brother the knowledge of their personal life. Then she whispered it and really meant it for the first time. After all he'd done for her she owed him a lot more than she knew. "I love you Kyle."
A/n-How'd you like it. That's three chapters in 4 days! Oh yeah I win and you guys lose. No I didn't give up on the story. I've been grounded and have had a very emotionally exhausting week. ~Docks McGowen~