Heya!! I've finally written a new story! AND for once it's not a one-shot! Tulutuuu!!!

I want to say a big big big thank you to Touchback and Scout for their help. Yes they edited my story and I hope they didn't have to much trouble to understand...

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this story and I want to say I wrote it for Tuesday's contest. Here's the link : (look Tuesday, I'm advertising!!)

Disclaimer : my present is good isn't it? I don't own Newsies, You don't own Newsies, We don't own Newsies... Disney DOES own Newsies...pff

And I had the plot idea watching Pay I Forward... So don't sue me ok? And I'll consider this disclaimer concerns the three first chapters..

He had searched for such a long time.

Now that he could look in the eyes of the origin for all this, he felt rather intimidated.

« Why ? Why did you do all this ? »

« It was for her. It was for my sister. » her little voice replied.

Few weeks before.

Once again he was having a hard time with the bulls. This time it was because he had stolen the purse of a big businessman. Usually, as the great leader of Brooklyn, Spot refused to be a simple thief, it was the easy way out.

But lately, times were hard and he had to be sure that the young ones had something to eat. That's right, he was the leader, he had to be tough with his men but what's the use of being the almighty leader if everyone dies of starvation?

So he resigned himself and chose a target. Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that some bulls were patrolling at the other corner of the street. And the most ironic thing? Of all the men in New York he had to attack one of those damn big bosses of the World. A certain Jonathon something. Two years after the strike and he was still stuck with those guys. He couldn't stop smirking at the mere thought.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be smiling, boy" said one of the officer. " 'Cause this time it's not the refuge for you. It's jail!"

Oh yes, he was 18 now. The joys of being an adult!!

He looked at Jonathon Something to realize that the man was fidgeting, as if he didn't know what to do.

As the bulls were handcuffing Spot and bringing him away he finally spoke.

"Wait officers… In fact I think it was a mistake" Jonathon's voice was trembling. "Yes, it was a mistake and I won't lodge a complaint against him…In fact I was about to give him my money. So if you would please release him…"

The policemen stared at him in confusion. But they couldn't have been more astonished than Spot was.

Soon now, he would see some pink pigs flying in the air. So he couldn't help but yelping a "What???"

Few minutes later, Spot's wrists were free, cops were gone and the thin tall man was standing in front of him.

"Take this. I was sincere" He said handing all his money to Spot. Then he looked at his watch.

"Well… I have to go." After a few seconds he added : "Goodbye son." And he turned away quickly.

"No! Wait… You! Wait!… Uh, mister…"

Finally Jonathon stopped.

"Why? Why did you do this?"

"Because I… I made a promise."

"A promise? What do you mean? What does this have to do with me?"

"I guess I should tell you anyway, it's your turn after all… Even if I'm not sure you're worth it." He whispered after a glance.

"What? What d'you mean it's my turn?" Okay, maybe there was a simpler explanation at all this situation : the guy was totally nuts!

Jonathon considered the young man for few moments. "Alright, I'll tell you what happened to me, it'll be easier. So two days ago, as usual…"

As the man began his story, he was blushing more and more.