Disclaimer-I do not own the movie! Stop pestering me! You evil disclaimer jerks! A/n-Like the last chapter? I thought you would. Well, I'm trying to write a real book so if anyone gets bored e-mail me and I'll be glad to entertain you with it.

Sara walked back downstairs to apologize to Skipper for slapping him even though he clearly deserved it. 'I warned him against sweet talking me the first day I met him!' She told herself over and over again.
"Skipper?" She asked as she walked into the boys' bunkroom. The place was deserted. They were all out selling their papes.
She sighed and flopped onto what would have been Ace's bunk. Living with 40 boys was definitely a chore. They were never home even when they were supposed to be and when they did come home they were drunk.
She got up. She had to explain her reasons for being such a brat towards him earlier. She just had to find him.
Sara ran downstairs and pulled her cabby hat over her eyes. If her Aunt Cathy and Brandon were in town she had to be careful especially since they were looking for her. She had to remember to thank Shots for 'making' Brandon leave. He had been a true hero lately. 'I wonder why?' She asked herself silently.
She found Skipper on his usual corner. He had about 10 papers left to sell. "Heya Skip!" She called and waved. He tipped his hat and jogged over.
"How's it rollin Sara?" He asked happily. He didn't seem to remember or care about her behavior early that morning.
"Look Skipper...I'm sorry about this morning. I was being a bitch." She looked him straight in the eyes as she said this.
"Nah. I shouldn't a' been such a stupid ass."
She smiled. "Thanks. I just was under a lot of stress this morning. Was Brandon really in the Lodging House?"
Skipper smirked and called another headline. A middle aged bald man that looked like a tomato bought one. "Yeah he was dere. Why? Ya here what Shots did ta him?" He finally answered.
Sara's eyes widened. She hadn't known Shots had gotten violent with Brandon. She had never really seen that side of him, but he was one of Spot's favorites so he had to be a Brooklyn fighter. "What did he do?"
"He soaked him an' ya lucky he did. Spot woulda killed da dirty bastard da way he was talkin 'bout ya."
"I heard about that but what did Shots actually do to him?"
"Gave him a black eye, a broken rib, maybe a shattered jaw. No worse den how Ace and Spot came home. I woulda hurt him too. He called ya jist about everything ta make ya look self-worthless. Like ya was some kinda whore or easy bitch."
Sara nodded. She definitely had to thank Shots for this. He would probably take a beating from Spot for not killing the man. She tipped her hat and ran off towards the docks. Shots would most likely be there since he had taken charge for Spot and Ace.
The docks were crowded as usual but that didn't stop Sara from finding him. He was surrounded by girls as usual. 'He should have been a Conlon,' She laughed to herself. Lotta was hanging on his arm and he seemed to only have eyes for her.
"Shots!" She called pushing toward him. He smiled and waved. Lotta did the same but seemed to be a bit jealous due to Shots looking at Sara now.
"Hey little boidy. What's new?" He asked. He had always called her 'little boidy.' He found it a suiting name for her because 1) she was small, and 2) she was a birdie.
"Nothing much really. I came to thank you. For everything. You got us out of that hellhole and soaked Brandon for me. I'll try to keep Spot off your back for not killing him."
Shots laughed. Lotta tousled his black hair and smiled. Sara made a mental note to tell Lotta how whipped Shots had her. He could have slept with every whore in Brooklyn and Lotta would come back to him.
"No problem Sara. I love ya like a little sistah."
Sara nodded and turned around. "Hey where ya goin?" Lotta asked as she left.
"Manhattan to see Racetrack and then probably to Queens to visit Slip and look for Duck. You want to come?"
Lotta shook her head and kissed Shots's cheek. "I'll stay heah wit him." She blushed as Sara shook her head. 'So whipped!' She shrugged and ran off the docks toward Manhattan.
"Hey look! Ain't ya Conlon's new bitch?" A voice drifted from an alley about halfway toward the Manhattan Lodging House.
Sara froze. "Oscar and Morris! What do you want?" She snapped. The two oafs had been after her since she had told Spot about their awful plans to kill Kelly.
"Which a' da two do ya like bettah ya little slut? Ace or Spot?"
Sara's blood boiled. "Oh you little creeps! You better leave or I'll call the Manhattan boys to come kick you all over town!"
"Oh now what are we doin to ya? We ain't touched ya or even showed our faces to ya yet!"
Sara turned slowly to face them. She could put serious damage points on both the brothers but eventually they'd win. "Go away because you know I can hurt you. That's a first warning."
"A warning?! Why sweetheart ya nevah gave us a warnin before! Are ya startin ta like us?"
Sara once again felt her face heat up. Only Spot was aloud to call her sweetheart or anything like it. "Call me that again and I'll kill you both," She spat towards them. They were such vile, foul creatures.
"What? Dat what da Conlon bruddahs call ya when ya do dem a favah?" Morris said. His voice sounded like oil and sand being mixed in an iron pipe and if you haven't heard that don't try to find it.
Sara could almost hear the tension crackle like electricity around her body. She couldn't let them talk about her boys like that. 'My boys? Since when were Ace and Spot my boys' 'Since you saved Ace's life and fell head over heals in love with his brother.'
"No Ace doesn't. Only Spot is aloud to sweet talk me. Now go away before I kick your fucking ass!"
"Oh I don't think so...I wanna have some a' Spot's fun wit you. Ya know he loved dat Mellie goil too. Pretty little thing she was wasn't she Morris? I heard it was ya dad dat killed her Sara. Was it? Did he do dat ta Spot? Cause him all dat pain?"
'No. Don't fall for this Sara girl. You know better than that!'
"We all thought he had da one goil he'd marry but ya dad killed her. Ain't it ironic dat he loves YOU now? Ya know maybe he just wants a goil wit a nice piece a ass ta play wit?"
"Fuck off Oscar!" Sara screamed and turned on her heal. She tore off toward Manhattan. Oscar and Morris didn't even bother to follow her.
When Jaws saw Sara burst into the room, her cheeks stained red from tears, she knew something bad had happened. Sara was hysterical. She was sobbing and could barely get a coherent sentence out of her mouth.
"Racetrack...Please just g-get Race!" She cried to Jack. Jack finally relented and ran upstairs.
Race put his arm across Sara's shoulders and led her onto the fire escape. "Now tell me what happened Sara?"
"Oscar and Morris...they are awful, vile, foul, horrible boys!"
"Yeah. So why is dat upsettin ya so much?"
She told him the entire conversation but stopped at Mellie's part in the story. That was what had really gotten to her.
"So they called ya some names an' ya cryin?"
"No! They told me about Mellie!" She shouted and wiped her eyes.
Race's head dropped as Sara told him the rest of the talk with the Delanceys. He nodded occasionally but kept his mouth shut.
"Sara look at me when I say dis cause I mean every word. He loves ya. He wouldn't lie about dat. He knows what ya been through an' he knows what he went through but dat ain't stoppin him! He still tries ta spend every moment possible wit ya an if I remember correctly he said he loved ya before ya actually told him dat ya loved him too."
Sara nodded and realized it was getting dark. "I should go. I was supposed to see Slip today but have to get back to Spot or he'll worry. I'm sorry. Good-bye Racetrack. I'll see you later."
She jumped down off the ladder and began the long trek back to Brooklyn. Race had cleared most of her doubts but she still wanted to confront Spot about it. She just hoped it wouldn't hurt him. At least not too much.
She pushed the door open to see a poker game in its prime. The boys didn't even notice she walked in until she tried creeping silently up the steps. Then Penny saw her.
"Hey Sara! What's up?" The red head's brassy voice cut through the air. Sara turned and waved, but continued up the staircase.
Spot was in the main bunkroom, having a heated conversation with Shots.
"Why didn't ya just lemme take him Shots? Ya shoulda killed da little fuck!"
"I ain't a murderer Spot! I won't kill somebody 'cause he bad talked a goil no mattah how much she means ta me!'
"And how much does she mean ta ya Shots?"
Sara ducked behind a bunk, praying that they hadn't noticed her. If this got bad she had the power to stop it but right now she wanted to find out what Shots said.
"Spot ya know dat ain't what I meant! I don't like Little Boidie like dat. She's like me little sister."
"Dunno Shots. Ya go through a lot a trouble ta help my goilfriend. I love her Shots an if dat bastard puts one hand on her body I'll kill him an' come aftah ya! Speakin a which... where is Sara?"
"Manhattan. She went ta see Race. I know ya love her Spot an' I'm happy ya found her but I still don't care what ya do ta me. I won't kill no one!"
Sara found her breathing to be shallow. They were fighting over her.
"Listen ta me an' listen ta me good Shots cause I ain't gonna repeat it: if you so much as lay one finger on my goil I'll kill ya. I swear to god I'll fuckin' kill ya! She ain't no toy dat youse guys can pass around da lodgin house like all da uddah goils. She's mine an ya knew it da day she showed up wit Racetrack."
Shots simply nodded and turned to walk away but Spot held him back. "Spot I ain't gonna touch ya goil. I woulda nevah done nothin to ya or her! Ya my best friend an she's like me sistah."
Spot slammed the other boy into a wall and Sara stepped out. "Spot. Put him down. We need to talk," She hissed venomously. He dropped Shots and looked innocently at Sara. Her gaze just got colder.
He followed her up to the fire escape and kept his mouth shut. He knew she was pissed at him.
"Spot, I love you to death but you can't be like this with me. He didn't do anything but help me out. He doesn't like me like that anyway and you know damn well! He is dating Lotta!"
"I know. Its just ya don't understand what Brandon was sayin' about ya."
"Yes I do. Skipper told me. He called me the local whore and easy to bed bitch and basically demeaned my morals. I don't care! I really don't give a fuck what he thinks! Don't go after Shots like that! He cares about you as much as I do. He spent his entire life around you and you're his idol! On to the point of bringing you up here."
Spot gaped at her. 'She has more ta say?' He asked himself.
"I talked with Oscar and Morris today. Not willingly if you must look at me like that. They cornered me. They told me all about Mellie. Whoever the hell she is. I know she's an old flame. Seemed liked you loved her too. Is that true? Are you with me because of what my father caused you? Just tell me the truth because if you are here's your chance. Kick my ass as revenge for her death."
Spot's eyes widened and lit up like the fires of hell. He stood and pressed her hard against the wall of the building. Sara had never seen fury like this. It was raw, unsuppressed, boiling, rage. She felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Don't ya evah talk about her like dat again. She loved me like I didn't think anyone could. I told ya before Sara, I'm a monster. I ain't human no more but she could still find a soul in my body. Yeah ya dad did kill her but dat ain't why I'm wit you. I love ya cause you can see me too. Just like she could. Now back da fuck off da Mellie subject." He gave her one last shove and heard the distinct crack as he walked away. He turned quickly to face her. She was on her knees, blood in her hands. 'What have I done?' He asked himself.
He knelt next to her but she flinched away from him. "Don't touch me Spot. Get the hell away from me."
"Sara please lemme help ya. I'm sorry. Ya just can't accuse me like dat."
"You know the first things out of a man's mouth when he first hits his woman? I'm sorry, I love you, and it'll never happen again. You have one down already. Get away from me!" She had tears rolling down her face and her eyes were empty of all emotions except pain, hatred, and anger.
"Sara, I don't care what ya say, I'm helpin ya." Spot leaned forward and got barely a glimpse of her face before she jerked away. Her cheek was split open from hitting it off the ladder when he pushed her. "Oh Christ what have I done?" He whispered. She glared at him and jumped off the fire escape with one thought in her mind: get home.

The door to her father's apartment was open as usual. She looked around. Everything was the same as the night she left. The staircase still had a depression in the floorboards where Marie had fallen. Sara blinked away tears but ran up them anyway. She had to clean the cut on her face before it got really bad.
She wet a cloth in the sink and scrubbed the dry blood off her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was pale and forlorn. She sighed. 'You'll never get over this,' She told herself. Then she heard the door open.
"Who's in my house?!" Her father roared.
"Daddy? Its Sara!" She scrambled down the steps and smiled at him. He grinned back.
"I knew my baby girl would come home!" He picked her up and hugged her. "What happened to your face Sara?"
"I-I got in a fight with some street kids. They look worse though."
"I think you're lying through your teeth kid. That boy you're always with finally knocked you one, didn't he?"
Sara blushed. "He didn't mean to hurt me. I know him better than that."
"Baby girl, I'm sorry about what I've done to you. I'm trying to fix it. I haven't had a drink in two months now. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about the family I had and ruined."
"About Marie?"
"All the time sweetie pie."
'I bet you don't think about how sorry you are. Or how you killed Mellie too,' Sara snapped silently. "Do you think about that other girl? Mellie?" She asked out loud. "You would have called her street trash but she's effecting my life right now."
"That girl was nothing honey. Go up to bed."
Sara allowed herself to be led upstairs to her old room. She couldn't keep her mind off of Spot. It was disgusting her.

Spot woke up in the middle of the night to Striker leaning over him. "Heya Conlon. What's up? Didn't know ya hit goils. Why?"
"Go away Striker. Dis ain't ya business."
"It is my business. You hit Sara an' she's one a' me best friends! Why did ya hit her?"
Spot sat up. This was getting old. Ace had already verbally beat the senses out of him for doing what he had done. "I didn't mean ta hurt her, awright? It was a stupid mistake an' I said I was sorry but she didn't buy it."
"I wouldn't neither! Ya busted her face open!"
"Just go ta sleep. Why are ya even in Brooklyn? Youse a Manhattan newsie!"
"I'm stayin heah cause Ace said I could."
"Well Ace ain't da leadah is he now?"
Striker stood up and gave Spot a cold glare. "At least he don't beat up on his women." Then she walked away. Spot lay back down and ran his fingers through his hair.

Sara woke up to her father laying a dress out on her bed. "Up Sara baby. We have a court meeting to attend."
"A court meeting? Why?"
"That boy that hit you got dragged in to the refuge this morning. I reported him."
Sara gaped. "You did WHAT? He didn't mean to hurt me!"
"Look he even has you not knowing what he's doing to you. He has you brainwashed."
Sara picked up the dress. She supposed the only way she could help Spot now was to prove him innocent. She left and got dressed in the bathroom. Her father met her at the door out of the house.
"Well darling daughter. Let's go get some newsies penned up."
Sara appeared docile but inside she was churning. How could he do that to her? Just betray Spot like that! She was near tears when she saw the bulls dragging her angel up the stone steps.
"Spot! I didn't do this! I didn't report you to them!" She screamed and lunged towards the boy. Spot shot her a grin and mouthed, 'I deserve dis.'
She shook her head but was pulled into the building before she could say anything.
The judge was an old man with bright orange hair and green eyes. He talked with a wheeze.
Sara listened to him shuffle through the papers. It was monotony. He read a list of all the charges and she shook her head. She didn't think it could get any worse until they read one particular accusation. "This file reads Mr. Porter, that he raped your daughter?" The judge wheezed. Sara's face shot up.
"NO!"

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