Family by any uddah name
By Sage
RATED PG-PG13 later on. I will rate each chapter from here on out.
*Disclaimer: The Newsies and all characters from the movie are the property of Disney. I also do not own the article that Denton wrote for the Newsies Banner. This is a fan fiction written purely for entertainment. I do own all original characters as follows: (Sage & Irish)*
**Special thanks to all my goils that are offering use of characters and ideas for use in this fan fic, and for all of your support. Shiny happy thoughts to youse all! I posted the CC results and am just waiting to hear back from a few of you. CTB4evah! **
CHAPTER 2
Carryin' the banner
Brown eyes smiled at his question. Jack blushed, his cheeks flushing crimson, remembering the role he had held in the Newsies strike the summer before.
It had been a whirlwind of action. Rallies, riots and trademark sprints through the streets of New York, with bulls, rival gangs and even Oscar and Morris; the Delancey brothers, hot on his heels. All the Newsies in New York, all five boroughs, had banded together to fight for their right to survive in a brutal world that had failed to give them any breaks in their short lives. But with the strike things had changed, for the Newsies. Jack still couldn't believe, that he; a lowly street-rat, a 17 year old boy with no formal education and a police record the length of his arm, had been part of the events that had led to rights for working children all over the country. Not just a part of the movement, he had been one of it's most powerful leaders.
"Ah, dat means "Carryin' da bannah." He gave the lad a friendly smile. "Spot Conlon, leadah of da Brooklyn Newsies, gave it ta me."
"Newsies...Jack Kelly..." Chris bit his lip, his face scrunched in contemplation. After a moment, the boy's eyes widened, revealing bright blue-green eyes beneath thick black lashes, and recognition spread over his face. "You are the one they call Cowboy?" he exclaimed, his accent broad and full of a native Scottish lilt. "Me mate Irish, is a Newsie in Chicago," Chris continued excitedly. "He's told me stories 'bout you."
Jack laughed. Not a full out laugh, but an embarrassed, slightly self conscious laugh. His already flushed cheeks brightened again, and this time the color snuck down his neck, and up to his hairline. He dropped his head, as if the fame made him shy, ran his hand through his thick hair and looked back up at the tall lean boy in the tattered jacket. "Oh yeah?" Jack smiled.
"Och, aye!" Chris smiled broadly.
"An' juss whot did this 'Irish' tell ya 'bout me?" Cowboy wasn't comfortable being a hero, all he did was fight for his own survival, and that of his boys. But he did like to hear a good story, even if he was the star of it.
Chris began relating Irish's favorite tale. About how 'the Cowboy" had single handedly taken on a gang of Pulitzer's goons, beating them to a pulp, and shoving their leader into a water fountain in Central Park. Jack laughed at the story. Amused that in reality it had been Spot and a few of his Brooklyn boys that had soaked ten Cribs. Besting the older men, and shoving half of them off the Brooklyn docks and into the East River. Spot would love that the story had grown and made it all the way to Chicago, but not that HE wasn't the one mentioned. Jack giggled at the thought of how angry Spot would be and how loudly he would yell, at no one in particular, about the injustice of it all.
"Yer famous Jack," the kid grinned. He shoved his fist deep into the pocket in the tattered jacket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of newspaper from the depths. It was old and worn, yellowed with age. Chris handed the folded bundle to Jack. "See?"
Jack chuckled. As he opened the paper, he could see a familiar image unfold. The header for the pape read "Chicago Tribune", but the headline and the photo below it were familiar in deed. "Newsies stop the World!"
"It's Denton's article." Jack looked at Chris confused. He read on. It wasn't the original article that ran with that headline, it was the article that nearly didn't get published at all. The article they had printed in The Newsies Banner and distributed to all of the child labor in the city of New York. Last night I saw naked force exercised against mere boys, the Newsies, who earn at best a few pennies a day. I wondered why so much for so little....
He hadn't seen Denton in a long time, and reading Denton's words and seeing the photo with all his friends, in a Chicago newspaper, of all places, made him wonder where his friend would be stationed next. Jack received post cards from Denton every few months, from exotic and dangerous places around the world, but he'd not received anything in over a month and was getting anxious.
"Awryt Chris, since ya knows so much about me an da rest of da fellas. An' youse don't seem ta have a place ta stay or nuttin. Why don't youse come wit me. I'll teach ya how ta sell papes. Whadda ya say?"
Chris nodded. I have to tell Irish about this, he'll never believe it.
Cowboy had let the time get away from him, mesmorized by the energetic way the kid told the story. He hadn't realized how late it was until he heard the church-bells ring. The nuns, from the Sister's of Mercy, would be in their wagons, passing bread and coffee to the less fortunate children of the city, as they had done every morning for years. That meant he had fifteen minutes before the distribution centers for The World would open, and he could get his daily stack of one hundred papes.
"Ya heah dat?" Jack rose and brushed the crumbs off his charcoal trousers. "We haftah get goin if we're gonna get our papes an' a decent place to sell 'em."
Chris rose too, and followed Cowboy down the path that led out of the park.
END CHAPTER 2! **********************************
YAY me!!!
Ok, I am shattered after staying up all night writing so the SOs Are gonna be short.
Rye- Sorry you didn't get the edited chap 1! You were me foist official review on ff.net YAY! It should be up and runnin now. You are so cute! I have to write a character for you! Chat soon *nods* mwah xx
To my goils and the cast of this little tale, LUV YAZ! Mwah!
Journey- Grinz! Don't get in trouble readin this at woik! I hope I can keep them all true to themselves. *nod nod*
Raven - ya drink wayyy too much coffee! Either that or ya really need to share what you are on for all that energy! Thanks for being my cheer leader though!
BONBON! Oooh you are so SHINEY! I am so excited to see Mal and Jack together! *grinz* good idea *nod nod* (No lute not in a slashy way...lol although.....) I can't wait to see what you have planned!
Angelstar - You are a RP goddess! Your ideas help me so much! Aiden is the poifect name! *nods* Hope - Do you need the whole foist chapter? It is on the NML. The version on FF.net is kinda cranky. Not sure if it is updated like I told it to or not. Hunny, how many of those wee friends have you got inside your head? (Hee hee) Let them out they need air! *grinz* If it ain't got SOs it ain't complete. Email me and I will get ya the right voision.
ershey - Thank you for being up late and helpin me get this chap ready! You rock!! And thanks for lettin Mushy have some happiness ;-) huggles mushy n ershey.
Gin - YAY Now I can go read the new chaps of your story! Jacks a busy boi! Thanks for all your help!
Ladykins - my foist Chicago goil! YAY You need to get writin so I can read the new story!!!
Stretchykins! Me twinny! You are so talented! Get more written sooooon! Luv ya sistah! Get your stuff posted so I can read more! And do more with the Jack story...you know the one :-)
Slingshot - your wish is my comand! Hee hee. No boyfriend for slingy. Awww
Sparrow - if youse keep giving me great reviews and want to read it I will keep writin. *nod* hee hee
Zippy - my foist NML member to leave official review on ff.net *grinz* Thanks hun! Bec Bookie Canarie Kae Jockey Mayo Dainti Harley Scorch Lavender
WOW! Ok so that wasn't really short.
I hope you guys continue to like the story! Please let me know if you have questions or suggestions. I am always willing to listen. Keep giving me reviews so it can let me know what works.
Thass it foah me! -Sagey-
By Sage
RATED PG-PG13 later on. I will rate each chapter from here on out.
*Disclaimer: The Newsies and all characters from the movie are the property of Disney. I also do not own the article that Denton wrote for the Newsies Banner. This is a fan fiction written purely for entertainment. I do own all original characters as follows: (Sage & Irish)*
**Special thanks to all my goils that are offering use of characters and ideas for use in this fan fic, and for all of your support. Shiny happy thoughts to youse all! I posted the CC results and am just waiting to hear back from a few of you. CTB4evah! **
CHAPTER 2
Carryin' the banner
Brown eyes smiled at his question. Jack blushed, his cheeks flushing crimson, remembering the role he had held in the Newsies strike the summer before.
It had been a whirlwind of action. Rallies, riots and trademark sprints through the streets of New York, with bulls, rival gangs and even Oscar and Morris; the Delancey brothers, hot on his heels. All the Newsies in New York, all five boroughs, had banded together to fight for their right to survive in a brutal world that had failed to give them any breaks in their short lives. But with the strike things had changed, for the Newsies. Jack still couldn't believe, that he; a lowly street-rat, a 17 year old boy with no formal education and a police record the length of his arm, had been part of the events that had led to rights for working children all over the country. Not just a part of the movement, he had been one of it's most powerful leaders.
"Ah, dat means "Carryin' da bannah." He gave the lad a friendly smile. "Spot Conlon, leadah of da Brooklyn Newsies, gave it ta me."
"Newsies...Jack Kelly..." Chris bit his lip, his face scrunched in contemplation. After a moment, the boy's eyes widened, revealing bright blue-green eyes beneath thick black lashes, and recognition spread over his face. "You are the one they call Cowboy?" he exclaimed, his accent broad and full of a native Scottish lilt. "Me mate Irish, is a Newsie in Chicago," Chris continued excitedly. "He's told me stories 'bout you."
Jack laughed. Not a full out laugh, but an embarrassed, slightly self conscious laugh. His already flushed cheeks brightened again, and this time the color snuck down his neck, and up to his hairline. He dropped his head, as if the fame made him shy, ran his hand through his thick hair and looked back up at the tall lean boy in the tattered jacket. "Oh yeah?" Jack smiled.
"Och, aye!" Chris smiled broadly.
"An' juss whot did this 'Irish' tell ya 'bout me?" Cowboy wasn't comfortable being a hero, all he did was fight for his own survival, and that of his boys. But he did like to hear a good story, even if he was the star of it.
Chris began relating Irish's favorite tale. About how 'the Cowboy" had single handedly taken on a gang of Pulitzer's goons, beating them to a pulp, and shoving their leader into a water fountain in Central Park. Jack laughed at the story. Amused that in reality it had been Spot and a few of his Brooklyn boys that had soaked ten Cribs. Besting the older men, and shoving half of them off the Brooklyn docks and into the East River. Spot would love that the story had grown and made it all the way to Chicago, but not that HE wasn't the one mentioned. Jack giggled at the thought of how angry Spot would be and how loudly he would yell, at no one in particular, about the injustice of it all.
"Yer famous Jack," the kid grinned. He shoved his fist deep into the pocket in the tattered jacket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of newspaper from the depths. It was old and worn, yellowed with age. Chris handed the folded bundle to Jack. "See?"
Jack chuckled. As he opened the paper, he could see a familiar image unfold. The header for the pape read "Chicago Tribune", but the headline and the photo below it were familiar in deed. "Newsies stop the World!"
"It's Denton's article." Jack looked at Chris confused. He read on. It wasn't the original article that ran with that headline, it was the article that nearly didn't get published at all. The article they had printed in The Newsies Banner and distributed to all of the child labor in the city of New York. Last night I saw naked force exercised against mere boys, the Newsies, who earn at best a few pennies a day. I wondered why so much for so little....
He hadn't seen Denton in a long time, and reading Denton's words and seeing the photo with all his friends, in a Chicago newspaper, of all places, made him wonder where his friend would be stationed next. Jack received post cards from Denton every few months, from exotic and dangerous places around the world, but he'd not received anything in over a month and was getting anxious.
"Awryt Chris, since ya knows so much about me an da rest of da fellas. An' youse don't seem ta have a place ta stay or nuttin. Why don't youse come wit me. I'll teach ya how ta sell papes. Whadda ya say?"
Chris nodded. I have to tell Irish about this, he'll never believe it.
Cowboy had let the time get away from him, mesmorized by the energetic way the kid told the story. He hadn't realized how late it was until he heard the church-bells ring. The nuns, from the Sister's of Mercy, would be in their wagons, passing bread and coffee to the less fortunate children of the city, as they had done every morning for years. That meant he had fifteen minutes before the distribution centers for The World would open, and he could get his daily stack of one hundred papes.
"Ya heah dat?" Jack rose and brushed the crumbs off his charcoal trousers. "We haftah get goin if we're gonna get our papes an' a decent place to sell 'em."
Chris rose too, and followed Cowboy down the path that led out of the park.
END CHAPTER 2! **********************************
YAY me!!!
Ok, I am shattered after staying up all night writing so the SOs Are gonna be short.
Rye- Sorry you didn't get the edited chap 1! You were me foist official review on ff.net YAY! It should be up and runnin now. You are so cute! I have to write a character for you! Chat soon *nods* mwah xx
To my goils and the cast of this little tale, LUV YAZ! Mwah!
Journey- Grinz! Don't get in trouble readin this at woik! I hope I can keep them all true to themselves. *nod nod*
Raven - ya drink wayyy too much coffee! Either that or ya really need to share what you are on for all that energy! Thanks for being my cheer leader though!
BONBON! Oooh you are so SHINEY! I am so excited to see Mal and Jack together! *grinz* good idea *nod nod* (No lute not in a slashy way...lol although.....) I can't wait to see what you have planned!
Angelstar - You are a RP goddess! Your ideas help me so much! Aiden is the poifect name! *nods* Hope - Do you need the whole foist chapter? It is on the NML. The version on FF.net is kinda cranky. Not sure if it is updated like I told it to or not. Hunny, how many of those wee friends have you got inside your head? (Hee hee) Let them out they need air! *grinz* If it ain't got SOs it ain't complete. Email me and I will get ya the right voision.
ershey - Thank you for being up late and helpin me get this chap ready! You rock!! And thanks for lettin Mushy have some happiness ;-) huggles mushy n ershey.
Gin - YAY Now I can go read the new chaps of your story! Jacks a busy boi! Thanks for all your help!
Ladykins - my foist Chicago goil! YAY You need to get writin so I can read the new story!!!
Stretchykins! Me twinny! You are so talented! Get more written sooooon! Luv ya sistah! Get your stuff posted so I can read more! And do more with the Jack story...you know the one :-)
Slingshot - your wish is my comand! Hee hee. No boyfriend for slingy. Awww
Sparrow - if youse keep giving me great reviews and want to read it I will keep writin. *nod* hee hee
Zippy - my foist NML member to leave official review on ff.net *grinz* Thanks hun! Bec Bookie Canarie Kae Jockey Mayo Dainti Harley Scorch Lavender
WOW! Ok so that wasn't really short.
I hope you guys continue to like the story! Please let me know if you have questions or suggestions. I am always willing to listen. Keep giving me reviews so it can let me know what works.
Thass it foah me! -Sagey-