Hey-lo! here are some answeres to the reviews!!

To Sweetgall: What a coincidence! He appears for the first time in this chapter!! Don't worry, I would never forget Brooklyn, that's just unheard of, blasphemous, is what it is.

To Kawaii Julie Sama: I did tell them I'm from the future and for a good reason. But, that reason actually happens to be included in this chapter so read away and find your answer. As for couples, I don't know as there's more than one (laughs evilly) and that one is either obvious (you can definately tell who's stuck on who already) or you need a bit of a nudge, which doesn't really come in this chapter except for a hint, yes, you heard me, ONE hint!

To Sapphy: I did think I should have gotten major points for The VT reference, but I wanted a second opinion. I would have liked the hat, by the way, (sulks momentarily, but brightens soon afterwards) but that's OK. Do be careful of those soup nazis (shudders). Do have a lovely day, my dear!

To kiwiorange: Yeah, don't talk to me about spelling Ji Won, I'm workin' on it!

To all of my readers out there, this chapter is rated PG, so, if you happen to be really innocent, don't read this, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil!

~Disclaimer~

Disney sucks, basically because I don't own newsies. Life bites, because I never will. I hate you, but you can't sue me so there nah nah nah nah nah nah!

Chapter 5

"So, you guys," I asked, "Where, exactically, are we going?"

Jack looked like he would've liked to tell me but only smiled and kept his lips completely sealed.

"So, Red," Jack sounded like he was changing the subject, and he was. "Why, exactically," I glared at him for mocking me and he ignored it, "Did youse even TELL us youse was from da future?"

"Well," I said slowly, thinking about why I had told them, "First off, I'm a horrible liar; you would've known right away if I had tried to make up a story. Second, I hate lying in the first place, because people can tell that I'm lying they really hate me for it, like they think that I think they are stupid. Once, I almost ruined a friendship like that."

there was a short silence as we walked on, none of us saying anything.

"So, where are we going?" I finally asked, just to break the ever more thickening silence.

"We's going to Brooklyn so youse can meet Spot Conlon." Jack said with a strange smile on his face.

"Who the heck is Spot Conlon?" I asked, and was disturbed by their laughter. I understood that laughter later.

At the end of the long, but pleasant walk, we arrived in Brooklyn and started moving towards the docks where, my preasent company told me, the 'King of Brooklyn' presided.

When I was finally introduced to Spot I knew I didn't like him, and it would take a heck of a lot to make me. He had an extremely arrogant expression on his face and I knew from his eyes, he thought anyone who didn't know he was in charge would soon be taught the hard way.

I was, however, furious, when the rather thin boy took one look at me and said, "So, Jacky-boy, who's your new bitch?"

"Speak for yourself, Butthole!" I stated quite plainly, and looked him right in the eye.

I don't like to back down from fights, especially ones with boys like this. I hate it when people act like that when they don't know a person. It pisses me off considerably, to say the least. But, Jack could see the anger in both of our eyes and started the introductions as soon as possible.

"Spot, dis is Red, our new Newsie. Red, this is Spot."

But me and Spot weren't really listening. We were right in each other's faces at this point.

"Jacky-boy," Spot sneered, not even glancing at Jack, but looking me up and down. "I think you'd bettah teach dis one moah manna's."

"BITE ME!" I shouted, my face only inches from his.

Spot gave me a look that could have curdled a gallon of milk, but I was too angry to notice.

"Shut. Up. Slut." He said, emphasising every word.

"MAKE ME!" and with this, us being on the docks, his back to the water and only about a foot and a half from the edge...

"This is almost too perfect.", I thought to myself.

I smiled wickedly and pushed him, hard. I then watched, with great satisfaction, as the King of Brooklyn was immersed in the murky water, and walked off.

When I was about 20 feet away I heard Spot being hauled out of the water and shooting a string of foul words in my direction.

"You want a second helping, bucko!" I shouted, as I turned around to look at the drenched Spot Conlon.

"Bring it on!" He practically screamed, and he looked like he was about to start swearing a blue streak but I intervened.

"You're not worth my time!" I yelled as I turned back around and started dragging Mush with me and stopped; I was wearing my blue 'Girls of Grace' t- shirt underneath the one Jack had lent to me. I grudgingly admited to myself that even though Spot really did get what he deserved I shouldn't have done it. I whipped off my grey shirt and threw it towards him with a sigh.

"Here you go! Dry off!" I straitened out my 'Girls of Grace' t-shirt and walked off.

The boys started after me after I had walked about a block. We walked another two blocks in silence before Boots blurted out, "Dat was amazin'! I've never seen anyone do dat and a GOIL just did!"

Just then, Jack doubled over with laughter. "Well, Youse cointenly gots enough spunk Red." He said when he had stopped laughing. "But try and push it on someone who desoives it a little bit moah? Say da Dalancy bruddas?"

I had heard of them in one of my conversations with Race, and I nodded my head slightly, "Yes," I replied hesitantly, "Perhaps you're right, but he had no right to talk to me that way!"

"Red," Jack had a small smile on, "I do think moah people oughta tell him dat."

~Spot's Point of View~

I was still furious. I, the leader of all the Brooklyn Newsies was beaten by a 5'3 red-headed guttersipe of a GIRL who didn't even dress like one! I most likely would've heard wisecracks from my boys if they didn't know better, they kept it to where I couldn't hear. I had heared Jack laughing 3 blocks off and kept up being mad untill one day when I went to Tibby's on an errand. I was looking for one of the older Brooklyn boys who had gotten drunk the night before and went missing. When I entered Tibby's, Red was climbing onto a table and making announcements all over the place. It looked really wierd and I was kinda curious so I sat down at a table near the door and watched.

She had picked up a pape that someone hadn't sold and was waving it around like a flag and talking about an interview. At that, some of the guys started cheering, a few groaning, but only good-naturedly. Several of the guys took off their shirts, left with only they undershirts, and these Red stuffed under her own shirt so she looked like she was 40 pounds heavier. Race then surrendered his vest and his cigar (much to my surprise), and Specs gave her his bowler. It all happened really fast and when Red was done she looked like a pompus old man.

A couple of the tables had been pushed togeather and cleared so Red started pacing back and forth with one eyebrow raised, and kept doing this for about 15 seconds untill she saw me.

"Ladies," She said, pointing at the table Race, Blink, Jack, and Skittery were sitting at and there was a round of laughter and cat-calls. "And Gentlemen." She pointed at the table David and Les were seated at, and there were more cheers.

"Wait a sec!" Shouted Race, standing, and everybody wasn't listening untill he said, "Red knows foah a FACT dat I ain't no goil!" And then there was some REALLY loud cat-calls (that I joined), while Red's face turned a bright tomato color.

"Down in front!" Red yelled, throwing a bread-bun his way.

"As I was saying, Ladies and Gentlemen, today I'm going to introduce you to a man of great honor and standing. A man always know as patient and generous to a fault." Red took the cigar out of her mouth and shot me a broad grin, "The King of Brooklyn, SPOT CONLON!"

There was loud cheering as I was forced to the front of the room and sat down in a chair next to Red's, which was situated on the table.

"Now, before I begin, Mr. Conlon, how is it you happen to be traveling throught the little, lonely, out of the way piece of country known as Manhattan?"

Red was greeted with a shower of bread crumbs and napkins from surrouding tables. I was still a little mad but I looked at her and instead of anger, which was the only thing I had seen on her yet, I saw fun and, hopefully for me, forgiveness.

"I came to see the prettiest goil dis side of da Brooklyn Bridge!"

I could see something in her face that told me she knew I was doing it on purpose. She didn't take the bait though and went strait into jokes.

"Besides the lovely ladies at that table," She again pointed at Jacks table again, "I don't know of any on this side!" There was a round of chuckles, it was well known Jack was still really sweet on Sarah.

I smiled and turned back to the questions Red was asking me. It took about 15 minutes of some small talk and jokes for her to find out all the news in Brooklyn and then she finished up.

"Let's give Spot a round of applause!"

I smiled, despite myself. Just as fast as she had changed into an old man, she changed out of one and after a flick of her wrist that sent Spec's bowler fling into Les's hand and re-tucking her shirt she looked like Red again. This was not the Red I had seen four months earlier. This Red was even more freckled (if that was possible) and thinner. She also had much more muscle on her upper arms and was...um...stacked? Her hair was also cut to just at her chin but the remaining hair was Redder still than it used to be.

She had already climbed off the table and turned back to me as I climbed down and gave me a broad smile. Red spat in her hand and held it out to me. "Forgive me?" was all she said.

I smiled, something about her was genuinely friendly, I couldn't be too mad any more. I spat in my hand and we shook. Apparently, everyone had heard about our fight on the docks and there was a moment of stunned silence before there were some "Good on ya Red" 's and a few "Go Spot!" 's.

We both headed over to Jack's table where Red made a show of slapping Race as hard as she could.

"That wasn't funny!" She said to Race, not even a hint of a smile on her face.

I had seen some of the guy's with their girls but I wasn't prepared for what came next. "Oh, you knows I's just yoah friend goil!". I had thought they were togeather, but I guess I was wrong. Not something I like to admit.

I did have to talk business with Jack so I signaled to Boots to get out of the chair next to Jacks and sat. According to Jack, the Newsie had managed to make it all the way into the lodging house before passing out and Red had taken care of him all night. It had been raining and she had been afraid he might be sick from the wiskey and walking all that way in the freezing rain. Jack said that Red had let the boy take her bunk and stayed up with him. I was surprised and said thank-you to Red before asking that my boy be sent back to Brooklyn when he woke up.

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