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"Patrick? Patrick, where are you?"
The voice made Snitch freeze up for a second. What the Hell was she doing here? He'd told her not to come poking around here in the morning. It was bad enough she drilled him for information about that "son" of hers every night. He didn't have the heart to tell her that Patrick worked down in the Red Light District (not that that phrase meant anything to them, but you know what I mean) under the alias "Patty."
Snitch turned his head as she came closer, hoping, praying that she wouldn't see him. She didn't, but his incredible reluctance to be noticed was noticed by someone else.
Snoddy was more observant than the others gave him credit for, and he started jumping to some (incorrect) conclusions.
"Ehy, Snitch, why'se you'se hidin'?" Snitch's eye widened as he grabbed his breakfast from the nuns.
"Eh, no reason. Jus' don' wanna be seen."
Figuring that he wasn't going to get anymore answers that morning, Snoddy saved the question burning in the back of his head for another day. 'Is you'se name Patrick, Snith?'
Snitch seemed to read his mind. "Nah, she ain't me mum, jus' me goilfriend." He ignored Snoddy's expression of disbelief as he followed the rest of the boys to work.
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Meanwhile, as the Newsies were moving on towards the Distribution Center, the nuns began packing up and heading back to the cathedral. Along the way, they picked up an unusual but familiar passenger.
"Moinin' ladies."
"Good morning Spot," the nuns giggled like schoolgirls. He smirked that lady-killing smirk, and the cart made a pit stop in an alley. For about an hour.
At the end of that hour, Spot Conlon walked away towards Brooklyn feeling that his day was going as normal. After all, what would a day be without causing a few young ladies to break a few vows of chastity and such?
A/N: Gods, once again I have fallen victim to the Random Pairing Generator. ^_^;; And, seeing as I was muchly encouraged to continue these little…experiments in humor and strange pairings, I figured, "Why the Hell not?" None of these chapters are really related, except that I like showing shocked, dumbfounded Newsies. ^______________^ Also, since the pairing was Snitch/Patrick's Mother, I figured Snitch should know where Patty-boy is. ^_~ And I swear, if I keep this up, I will try to write slash should the occasion arise.
Shout-outs!
Mondie: I luffle you muchly, hon! Thanks muchly also for das review, I'm glad you were so amused by it.
Jp: Too lazy to sign in, eh? S'okay, I know what you mean, and trust me, I don't mind rambling reviews at all. They amuse me greatly. ^_^
Spatz: Thanks for the review. Glad you like it, and yes, I'd pay to see Davey in the circus too. ^_~
Omni: "O_o" indeed. ^_^;; Seriously, I was avoiding my Englilsh paper (which is now done) and man, I think I was a bit on the crazy side when I wrote that. Glad you like it though!
Disclaimer: See Artemis. Artemis is just poor high school Junior. Who works at a summer camp. And owns an assload of manga, a few anime videos, some Terry Pratchett books, and about a dozen burned copies of the Newsies soundtrack. Artemis does not own anything seen here, 'cept maybe these twisted ideas. So no suing allowed!