Disclaimer: *stares at Newsies hopefully* Someday… they will be mine. But for right now… they're Disney's. *sighs* I don't own Ghost, either. I only own Rachel, Olivia and Tag… if she appears. I also do not own the song Help! by the Beatles.

Wow… just how long has it been since I've updated? I don't even want to know…

PETER: March 8, 2004!

SPECS: That's a LONG time, Tag. You're slackin' off.

Gee, thanks, Specs. Anyways, I'm updating now. That's all that matters right? *silence* RIGHT?

DANY: Right, my love!

*nods* I trained you well.

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Rachel sighed with exhaustion and turned her key to unlock the car door. Now, how am I gonna fit a ton of newsies in this little car? She glanced at her tiny, red Toyota and shrugged. If clowns can do it… I can at least try. She motioned for the newsies (minus Skittery) and watched as their eyes got wide.

"What's this?" Snitch asked while scratching his head, his buck teeth gleaming in the sun.

"It's called a car." Rachel replied. "It's kind of like a carriage… without the horses. And it goes a lot faster. And it's a little louder." She opened the driver's side door and slid in. "Well, get in." She told everyone.

10 minutes later, all the newsies somehow managed to fit into Rachel's car. She crossed her fingers and turned it on, backing out of the parking space.

"Just hope we don't get pulled over by the police- - well, the bulls." Rachel bit her lip and drove home.

Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone, help!

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Olivia hummed as she painted on the last stroke of hot pink polish. "Gorgeous." She said to herself before pouncing down the stairs into the kitchen.

Rachel carefully opened the front door to her house, wishing no one was home. "Olivia?" She called out, covering Blink's mouth so he wouldn't scream with excitement.

Olivia's ears perked up. "Rachel? You home?" She slid her chair out so she could see down the hall.

"Yep… I'm home. I brought home some friends, too and we're just gonna go upstairs and… do… stuff. Ok?" Rachel asked nervously.

Olivia nodded and went back to eating her peanut butter sandwich.

Rachel flew her index finger to her mouth and opened the door widely. She leaped up the stairs and waited until the last newsie shut the door.

Olivia cocked her head and looked back down the hall. "How many friends does she HAVE?" She inquired out loud. "OH! RACHEL!" Olivia suddenly remembered that Ghost had come a few minutes before and would be waiting for her. "Oh well…" She said, and stuffed her face.

When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors

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Rachel opened her bedroom door and gasped. "Ghost, you scared me. What are you doing here?" Her eyes scanned over to Skittery and the other newsies prodding around her room.

"I don't know what to do with him…" Ghost whined.

"So, you expect me to, right?" Rachel sighed and crossed her arms. "I have no clue what to do with all these guys."

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me

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"Rachel, what's this do?" Snipeshooter asked as he pressed the play button on her stereo. Music came blasting out and he gave the thumbs up. "Got it!"

"Rachel, how does THIS work?" Swifty asked, admiring her alarm clock.

"Rachel, can you help me get up here?" Bumlets asked, reaching up towards her fan.

"Rachel, I'm stuck!" Les called from under her bed. He grabbed an old shoe and threw it across the room. Rachel tugged at her hair and groaned in anger.

"OLIVIA!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She now had no choice… newsies were calling her name right and left and frankly, she just couldn't take it anymore. Now, two or three newsies… she could take. But all them? No way.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways
My independence seems to vanish in the haze

But every now and then I feel so insecure
I know that I just need you like I've never done before

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Specs took off his glasses and wiped them clean. It was a nice day, so he had decided to sit out on the back porch for a while. He had heard the door inside slam a while ago, but it was probably the parental units. The sun blazed down, but it was still quite cool. He stretched his legs out in front of him and stood up. A few fallen leaves crunched under his shoes as he walked back inside.

He gazed around the kitchen for someone, but no person was to be found. He stood there for a while until he heard another door slam, just down the hall. He snapped his head to investigate, but they were already gone.

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Olivia trudged upstairs at Rachel's scream and opened her bedroom door.

"What do you- -" Olivia stopped mid-sentence and looked around the room, her eyebrows lowered and her mouth slightly open. "What the…?"

Rachel grabbed Ghost's arm and pulled her towards the door. "Can you occupy them for an hour or two? Thanks, Liv." She made her way out to the hall and ran down the stairs, going outside.

Olivia scoffed. "What's going on?" She asked the newsies.

Bumlets jumped down from the bed and flicked his hair to the side. "We got sent here."

Les nodded, still under the bed. "And Rachel brought us home."

Blink swiveled around in the computer chair and faced Olivia. "I must be in Heaven, now." He smirked.

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Rachel got in her car, once again and drove down to the park.

"Are you OK?" Ghost asked, blowing a strand of platinum blonde hair out of her face.

Rachel did not respond and pulled into a parking space. She slammed her door and started to head over to the swings. The playground was always a place where Rachel could go to relax and get all her anger out. It was such a carefree place and she just felt like a kid again.

She flopped down into a swing and started pumping her legs.

"Rachel?" She heard someone call. Surprisingly, it was not Ghost. She didn't even recognize the voice, in fact. Her head lifted and she came face-to-face with the voice's owner.

"Mark?" Rachel asked quizzically. Mark was the new guy at work; the one Ghost had pointed out earlier that day before this whole mess started with the Newsies. At first, she was compelled to call him Specs. They were seriously like identical twins. Except born in different centuries.

"You actually know my name! I'm quite surprised." Mark chuckled and helped a little girl to the swing next to Rachel. "This is my little sister, Jade." He said proudly, as he started pushing her lightly.

Rachel smiled and looked over at Mark. "She's cute." She said softly.

"Thanks." Mark nodded and smiled back. "You know, I was wondering if maybe you would like to see a movie or something this weekend. If you're free, that is." He kept pushing Jade, but twiddled his thumbs in-between.

Rachel looked straight ahead and thought. What about the Newsies? And Specs?

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me

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*stretches out* I think that's enough for this chapter.

PETER: :o

SPECS: :o You're going to leave us hanging like that?

*nods* Sure, why not?

DANY: Yeah, why not? It IS her fic…

Indeed, it is. Very true.

SPECS: Suck-up.

Ok, please review! And onto the next chapter!!

PETER: Hopefully sooner than this one, eh? *flies away*