Disclaimer: You know we don't own Newsies, but we also don't own Cards. He
belongs to Spitfire. Medda's song is also ours.
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After listening to Les's somewhat fabrication of the truth, the newsies decided to relax and head to Medda's. At first, Jess hesitated slightly, but after a look into those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of Mush, she gave in and went along. They all crammed into the balcony, sitting in any available location. As the audience lights dimmed and the stage lights brightened, Medda came strolling from behind the curtain wearing a bright blue dress and a matching parasol. She started singing a song that was obviously new, because even Race hadn't heard it before.
"There were some nights
I would cry out
Just for a single
Touch
From you.
I would
Sit and think all day
Of the times we had together
And how you did me in
But those days are gone
And I've moved on
And I don't need you
Anymore!"
The song continued, with Race in a complete daze, and for a while Jess completely forgot about the Crypts. The time seemed to fly by. They stayed at Medda's for who knows how long, until Medda finally sang her last song. All of the boys started to head back to the lodging house or their own homes.
"So, do ya wanna go back to da lodgin' house or should I walk you back to your house?" Mush asked, trying to get her to let him walk her home.
"Well, dat depends on what time it is" she said playfully.
"Eh, Race, what time is it?" Mush called over his shoulder
Race, who was still in somewhat of a daze after seeing Medda's new act, took a moment to reply. "Wha? Oh, oh!" he fumbled for his watch in his pocket. "8:45"
"Oh fuck." Jess whispered under her breath.
"Meet us at da Brooklyn bridge at 8, alright? And don't be late." Oscar's words resounded in her head so loudly her ears started ringing.
"What? What's wrong?" Mush asked, obviously completely concern about what would trouble his girl so much as to make her swear, something he had never heard her do.
"Uh, sorry sweetie, but I gotta run" She thought as she gave him a quick kiss and disappeared into the darkness.
Spot Conlon rolled over, gasping in pain. A kick drove into his gut, and another in his back. He cracked open one eye and looked over at Cards. His friend was lying on the ground a few feet away, bruised and broken. Spot was in no better shape. One of his eyes was swollen shut. He had a huge gash across the side of his face, and another on the top of his head. His body was covered with bruises and cuts. He curled up in a ball, trying to minimize the damage that was being inflicted on his body.
There were six of them. They had jumped Spot and Cards as they were walking back to the lodging house after selling their papes, and beaten the two newsies with rocks, sticks, chains, and fists. If there had only been three, they could have handled it, maybe four, but six? It was practically slaughter.
Spot didn't know how long they had lain there taking kicks and punches until he heard the footsteps. There are more of them? He wondered groggily. He raised his head off the pavement slightly and looked at the newcomers. There were three of them, two boys and a girl. Spot squinted. He recognized the boys from the strike. the Delancey brothers? He thought that's what Jack had called them.
"What took you so long? The leader of Spot's attackers demanded. "We were waiting for you, but you never showed. " He smiled slightly. "We had to start without you."
"Sorry boss." Morris grumbled. "It ain't our fault."
"Yeah." Oscar agreed. "She was late." He jerked his thumb back to the girl, who stepped out of the shadows. She had long curly hair, and green eyes that were as wide as marbles as she looked at Cards and Spot's injuries.
"Oh yea? And who is she?" the leader asked suspiciously.
"Dis is our sista, Jess. Jess, dis is Bull, da leada of da Crypts." Oscar introduced them. When she heard the word "crypts" the girl - Jess, Spot thought - tore her eyes away from Card's motionless body and looked at the leader.
"The Crypts?" she whispered. She looked distracted, like she was remembering something.
Oscar looked at Jess. "Yeah. You mighta heard me 'n Morris talkin' about it. It's dis gang, see? Don't worry," he said quickly, seeing her repulsed look. "We don't do too much bad stuff. We mostly make trouble for dese street rats." He waved his hand at Spot and Cards.
Jess only looked back to the newsies laying on the ground. Her wide eyes looked directly into Spot's. He couldn't read her face. She looked down at the ground, then turned back to the leader. "So it was you'se guys doin' dis to all da newsies." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah." The leader said, walking up to her until they were only inches apart. "You got a problem wit dat?"
Jess hesitated, only for a moment. "No way. I'm all for it, as long as it's only da newsies we're beatin' on."
The leader grinned. "Good." He turned to Oscar and Morris. "You two want a piece of them?"
Before her brothers could speak, Jess opened her mouth. "Uh, actually." she said quickly. Everyone looked at her. "Don't cha think dat's enough?" When no one said anything, she continued. "I mean, we got our point across. And as much as we wanna do dese guys some real damage-" she waved her hand at Spot. "We gotta be shoah we don't get in any trouble for it." She looked around quietly. "We can't beat 'em up if we're in jail, right?"
The boys around Spot murmured in agreement. "Good thinkin'." The leader said. He turned back to the other five boys in the alley and jerked his head. "Let's go."
The boys started to walk out of the alley. As each one passed Spot they gave him an extra kick. His vision was fading fast.
"Dats our girl." He heard Oscar say before he passed out. "Dats our Jess."
A/N: Repeats: We're back!
Scout: We are!
Repeats: And we have more ficcy for you!
Scout *does ficcy dance*
Repeats: This is a big chapter.
Scout: Changes everything.
Repeats: If ur a Spot fan, u might wanna skim it.
Scout *nods* : Please! Review!!!!!!
A special thank you to:
Istalksirius: *dusts off collar* get a hold of yourself! lol, jp. We're glad u like it!!!
Yea, that's right! One reviewer! We are desperate, please!!!!!!! R&R!!
After listening to Les's somewhat fabrication of the truth, the newsies decided to relax and head to Medda's. At first, Jess hesitated slightly, but after a look into those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of Mush, she gave in and went along. They all crammed into the balcony, sitting in any available location. As the audience lights dimmed and the stage lights brightened, Medda came strolling from behind the curtain wearing a bright blue dress and a matching parasol. She started singing a song that was obviously new, because even Race hadn't heard it before.
"There were some nights
I would cry out
Just for a single
Touch
From you.
I would
Sit and think all day
Of the times we had together
And how you did me in
But those days are gone
And I've moved on
And I don't need you
Anymore!"
The song continued, with Race in a complete daze, and for a while Jess completely forgot about the Crypts. The time seemed to fly by. They stayed at Medda's for who knows how long, until Medda finally sang her last song. All of the boys started to head back to the lodging house or their own homes.
"So, do ya wanna go back to da lodgin' house or should I walk you back to your house?" Mush asked, trying to get her to let him walk her home.
"Well, dat depends on what time it is" she said playfully.
"Eh, Race, what time is it?" Mush called over his shoulder
Race, who was still in somewhat of a daze after seeing Medda's new act, took a moment to reply. "Wha? Oh, oh!" he fumbled for his watch in his pocket. "8:45"
"Oh fuck." Jess whispered under her breath.
"Meet us at da Brooklyn bridge at 8, alright? And don't be late." Oscar's words resounded in her head so loudly her ears started ringing.
"What? What's wrong?" Mush asked, obviously completely concern about what would trouble his girl so much as to make her swear, something he had never heard her do.
"Uh, sorry sweetie, but I gotta run" She thought as she gave him a quick kiss and disappeared into the darkness.
Spot Conlon rolled over, gasping in pain. A kick drove into his gut, and another in his back. He cracked open one eye and looked over at Cards. His friend was lying on the ground a few feet away, bruised and broken. Spot was in no better shape. One of his eyes was swollen shut. He had a huge gash across the side of his face, and another on the top of his head. His body was covered with bruises and cuts. He curled up in a ball, trying to minimize the damage that was being inflicted on his body.
There were six of them. They had jumped Spot and Cards as they were walking back to the lodging house after selling their papes, and beaten the two newsies with rocks, sticks, chains, and fists. If there had only been three, they could have handled it, maybe four, but six? It was practically slaughter.
Spot didn't know how long they had lain there taking kicks and punches until he heard the footsteps. There are more of them? He wondered groggily. He raised his head off the pavement slightly and looked at the newcomers. There were three of them, two boys and a girl. Spot squinted. He recognized the boys from the strike. the Delancey brothers? He thought that's what Jack had called them.
"What took you so long? The leader of Spot's attackers demanded. "We were waiting for you, but you never showed. " He smiled slightly. "We had to start without you."
"Sorry boss." Morris grumbled. "It ain't our fault."
"Yeah." Oscar agreed. "She was late." He jerked his thumb back to the girl, who stepped out of the shadows. She had long curly hair, and green eyes that were as wide as marbles as she looked at Cards and Spot's injuries.
"Oh yea? And who is she?" the leader asked suspiciously.
"Dis is our sista, Jess. Jess, dis is Bull, da leada of da Crypts." Oscar introduced them. When she heard the word "crypts" the girl - Jess, Spot thought - tore her eyes away from Card's motionless body and looked at the leader.
"The Crypts?" she whispered. She looked distracted, like she was remembering something.
Oscar looked at Jess. "Yeah. You mighta heard me 'n Morris talkin' about it. It's dis gang, see? Don't worry," he said quickly, seeing her repulsed look. "We don't do too much bad stuff. We mostly make trouble for dese street rats." He waved his hand at Spot and Cards.
Jess only looked back to the newsies laying on the ground. Her wide eyes looked directly into Spot's. He couldn't read her face. She looked down at the ground, then turned back to the leader. "So it was you'se guys doin' dis to all da newsies." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah." The leader said, walking up to her until they were only inches apart. "You got a problem wit dat?"
Jess hesitated, only for a moment. "No way. I'm all for it, as long as it's only da newsies we're beatin' on."
The leader grinned. "Good." He turned to Oscar and Morris. "You two want a piece of them?"
Before her brothers could speak, Jess opened her mouth. "Uh, actually." she said quickly. Everyone looked at her. "Don't cha think dat's enough?" When no one said anything, she continued. "I mean, we got our point across. And as much as we wanna do dese guys some real damage-" she waved her hand at Spot. "We gotta be shoah we don't get in any trouble for it." She looked around quietly. "We can't beat 'em up if we're in jail, right?"
The boys around Spot murmured in agreement. "Good thinkin'." The leader said. He turned back to the other five boys in the alley and jerked his head. "Let's go."
The boys started to walk out of the alley. As each one passed Spot they gave him an extra kick. His vision was fading fast.
"Dats our girl." He heard Oscar say before he passed out. "Dats our Jess."