A/N: Well, here I am chapter 3 already. It seems like just yesterday I posted the first chapter...Wait, it was just yesterday... Oh well. Shout outs will be given at the end of the chapter. Oh, this chapter is dedicated to Repeat, (because I chose a random number then counted reviews...) but please review, then who knows, the next chapter might be dedicated to you!
My Wife's Brother
Chapter 3
It was my fault that they had died. Even now nineteen years after their deaths, I still have a hard time accepting it. But when I was six and seven, their deaths ruled my life.
After their deaths, I went back to where we had seen my mother only days before. I ran up to the door ready to open it when I was knocked out of the way. A young man stood their with the other Jack and the baby as a wagon drove away with a big box on the back.
I looked up to the man still in shock of what happened at my house. "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen a lady named Anna Conlon?"
He looked down to me, "Sorry kid. My wife's dead."
I blinked, "But sir. She's my mother, and I saw her a few days ago."
The man studied my face. "You're that boy, Francis Sullivan from the news aren't ya?"
I nodded.
"So, my bitch of a wife gave birth to you, eh?" He asked almost laughing.
"But sir. Maria said that my mother wasn't a doggie." I said still unable to understand the different meanings for the word bitch.
He laughed. "Bitch can mean two things, kid. Either a female dog, or a well... Well, I don't think that a young gentleman like you should know about words like that."
I nodded. "Please sir. Can I stay with you? My mama and sister died."
"So, I've heard. But what makes you think you're welcome here?" He asked as he scowled at me. I guess that scowl is one of the things Spot got from his father.
"I don't know. I just thought that maybe..."
"Go away." He said before pushing the other Jack and the baby inside. "Listen I have a son and daughter to take care of. I can't feed a little bastard. Especially not one who's cursed like you."
"Cursed?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're bad luck, Kid." He said before going back into the house. "Just leave before you end up making your half siblings die too."
I ran away from Brooklyn that night, and I didn't return until years later. When believe it or not I had to go meet Spot for the first time, but I that's not until later in my life. So I need to stop getting ahead of myself.
I ran faster than I had ever ran in my life. I managed to get to Manhattan before I passed out on the ground.
The next morning I awoke with some nuns looking over me. "Are you okay, Child?" one of them asked.
I nodded afraid that if I talked to them they would die. I went to sit up, but they pushed me back down, "You need to rest, young Francis."
I guess they had read my name in the newspaper or something, because I was raised to be Jewish, just like the Sullivans. I sat up again. "I need to go." I whispered.
"But why, Francis?" The other nun asked.
"I was taught not to take charity."
The nuns both nodded, "You will be a good man, Francis."
I looked blankly at them before standing up and leaving the room. All I could think was 'good men don't cause death'.
I saw my first newsie that day in Manhattan. He was running away from some bulls.
"Move it kid." The boy said as he ran into an alley and hide.
The bulls were right behind him. They ran up to me panting. "Hey, have you seen a boy come this way."
I nodded.
"Which way did he go?" I pointed in the direction opposite the alley. They nodded then ran off.
The boy stood up and walked over to me. "Thanks kid."
I nodded again.
"So, are you hungry?" He asked. I just stared at him. "Oh yeah, the name's Yank. I'm the leader of the Manhattan Newsies."
"Newsies?" I asked quietly before holding out my hand, "My names Francis."
He smiled, "Well, come on Frankie, I'll get you something to eat."
"But, I'm bad luck, Mr. Yank, sir." I said still looking at the ground.
Yank smiled at me one more time, "Hey, any kind of luck is better than no luck, besides you have to have good luck, after all you met me."
I followed Yank to a small food stand. He smiled to some ladies and introduced me as his new friend. They called me cute and gave me a nickel to 'help me' since I was only a poor newsboy.
When they turned to kiss my forehead and pinch my cheeks, Yank pocketed a couple of apples. He then handed one to me before running off.
"I'll see ya around, Frankie."
I waved with the apple in my hand. A tall, fat guy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. "Are you going to pay for that, son?"
I blinked. You see I had never had to pay for something before, it had always just been given to me. "Pay for it?" I asked. He glared at me.
I don't know what made me start to run. But I did. I ran for about two blocks before some bulls caught me.
"Oh, it's you Francis," said a familiar voice. It was the officer who I had met that day that my family died.
"Hello sir." I said, if I were smart I would've ran, but I felt safe around him. After all, he had helped me get rid of my father.
"So, where'd you get this apple from?"
"I...a boy gave it to me," I said, honestly.
I could tell that he didn't believe me when he sighed and turned to his partner. "I hate to say it, George, but I think we have to take him the refuge."
'George' smiled down at me, "Come on, Cowboy. We have a safe place for you to go."
I reached up and felt my hat. I guess that was when I first adopted the name 'Cowboy'. I guess it's kind of strange to get your nickname from a cop. But hell, Boots was named after some cat in some story, so I guess I shouldn't complain.
The policeman from Brooklyn reached down and grabbed my hand gently, "Come on, Francis."
I smiled up to him as I followed him to the refuge, for my first time.
A/N: Well, I didn't get to the point of him being in the Refuge, but I guess I'll just do that part the next time I sit down at the computer. But I hope you enjoyed it. Now to my favorite part of writing (at least with author's notes) Shout-outs!
Chapter 1 Shout Outs:
Rannoch- Hey Doll-face, it's an Autobiography, not a biography. rolls eyes overdramatically hehe, since you were the first review for that chapter I shall give you my Jack!Muse for a day, to torture as you please.
Jack!Muse: But, Ele! Who will help you with my autobiography?
Um... Dutchy!Muse... He does help me with everything else...Have fun Ari- ness.
SpotLover421- So, you like it? beams with pride I hope it lets you read the next chapter soon Braids, and I hope you like it still.
Tooker- Eattie-goil! You read a Newsies fic! Wow! That's step one on my plan to make you as obsessed with Newsies as Ani and I. Well, thanks for the review.
Chapter 2 Shout Outs:
Rannoch- I don't know if I'd want to hold and cuddle Jack if I were you... You see my imagination has been watching Fruits Basket with me... so if you hug him he might actually turn into a doggie... Sorry Ari, that I didn't make you his first lover, and won't, but I hope you will still like it.
Repeat- You know you're right, what is better than Sarah being miserable? Well, I hope you like it, it's just that I've been watching too many chick- flics on the Hallmark channel... but I only get the depressing parts out of them... So, this is kinda the way my mind patched all of them together. I hope you like it! (And lookie, it's dedicated to you this chapter)
Liams Kitten- Is this fast enough, I know that other people have updated a hell of a lot faster, but I'm doing pretty good when you compare this update-age time to some of my other stuff's update-age time. (Look, I made up a new word... and I think I like it) Well, I hope you like it! Thanks for the review.
Two-Bits- I have a knack for writing, eh? Well, I hope I updated soon enough!
Ending A/N: I hope you guys all like it so far, and I am kinda sorry that its so depressing, but it will get So, please review again.
My Wife's Brother
Chapter 3
It was my fault that they had died. Even now nineteen years after their deaths, I still have a hard time accepting it. But when I was six and seven, their deaths ruled my life.
After their deaths, I went back to where we had seen my mother only days before. I ran up to the door ready to open it when I was knocked out of the way. A young man stood their with the other Jack and the baby as a wagon drove away with a big box on the back.
I looked up to the man still in shock of what happened at my house. "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen a lady named Anna Conlon?"
He looked down to me, "Sorry kid. My wife's dead."
I blinked, "But sir. She's my mother, and I saw her a few days ago."
The man studied my face. "You're that boy, Francis Sullivan from the news aren't ya?"
I nodded.
"So, my bitch of a wife gave birth to you, eh?" He asked almost laughing.
"But sir. Maria said that my mother wasn't a doggie." I said still unable to understand the different meanings for the word bitch.
He laughed. "Bitch can mean two things, kid. Either a female dog, or a well... Well, I don't think that a young gentleman like you should know about words like that."
I nodded. "Please sir. Can I stay with you? My mama and sister died."
"So, I've heard. But what makes you think you're welcome here?" He asked as he scowled at me. I guess that scowl is one of the things Spot got from his father.
"I don't know. I just thought that maybe..."
"Go away." He said before pushing the other Jack and the baby inside. "Listen I have a son and daughter to take care of. I can't feed a little bastard. Especially not one who's cursed like you."
"Cursed?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're bad luck, Kid." He said before going back into the house. "Just leave before you end up making your half siblings die too."
I ran away from Brooklyn that night, and I didn't return until years later. When believe it or not I had to go meet Spot for the first time, but I that's not until later in my life. So I need to stop getting ahead of myself.
I ran faster than I had ever ran in my life. I managed to get to Manhattan before I passed out on the ground.
The next morning I awoke with some nuns looking over me. "Are you okay, Child?" one of them asked.
I nodded afraid that if I talked to them they would die. I went to sit up, but they pushed me back down, "You need to rest, young Francis."
I guess they had read my name in the newspaper or something, because I was raised to be Jewish, just like the Sullivans. I sat up again. "I need to go." I whispered.
"But why, Francis?" The other nun asked.
"I was taught not to take charity."
The nuns both nodded, "You will be a good man, Francis."
I looked blankly at them before standing up and leaving the room. All I could think was 'good men don't cause death'.
I saw my first newsie that day in Manhattan. He was running away from some bulls.
"Move it kid." The boy said as he ran into an alley and hide.
The bulls were right behind him. They ran up to me panting. "Hey, have you seen a boy come this way."
I nodded.
"Which way did he go?" I pointed in the direction opposite the alley. They nodded then ran off.
The boy stood up and walked over to me. "Thanks kid."
I nodded again.
"So, are you hungry?" He asked. I just stared at him. "Oh yeah, the name's Yank. I'm the leader of the Manhattan Newsies."
"Newsies?" I asked quietly before holding out my hand, "My names Francis."
He smiled, "Well, come on Frankie, I'll get you something to eat."
"But, I'm bad luck, Mr. Yank, sir." I said still looking at the ground.
Yank smiled at me one more time, "Hey, any kind of luck is better than no luck, besides you have to have good luck, after all you met me."
I followed Yank to a small food stand. He smiled to some ladies and introduced me as his new friend. They called me cute and gave me a nickel to 'help me' since I was only a poor newsboy.
When they turned to kiss my forehead and pinch my cheeks, Yank pocketed a couple of apples. He then handed one to me before running off.
"I'll see ya around, Frankie."
I waved with the apple in my hand. A tall, fat guy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. "Are you going to pay for that, son?"
I blinked. You see I had never had to pay for something before, it had always just been given to me. "Pay for it?" I asked. He glared at me.
I don't know what made me start to run. But I did. I ran for about two blocks before some bulls caught me.
"Oh, it's you Francis," said a familiar voice. It was the officer who I had met that day that my family died.
"Hello sir." I said, if I were smart I would've ran, but I felt safe around him. After all, he had helped me get rid of my father.
"So, where'd you get this apple from?"
"I...a boy gave it to me," I said, honestly.
I could tell that he didn't believe me when he sighed and turned to his partner. "I hate to say it, George, but I think we have to take him the refuge."
'George' smiled down at me, "Come on, Cowboy. We have a safe place for you to go."
I reached up and felt my hat. I guess that was when I first adopted the name 'Cowboy'. I guess it's kind of strange to get your nickname from a cop. But hell, Boots was named after some cat in some story, so I guess I shouldn't complain.
The policeman from Brooklyn reached down and grabbed my hand gently, "Come on, Francis."
I smiled up to him as I followed him to the refuge, for my first time.
A/N: Well, I didn't get to the point of him being in the Refuge, but I guess I'll just do that part the next time I sit down at the computer. But I hope you enjoyed it. Now to my favorite part of writing (at least with author's notes) Shout-outs!
Chapter 1 Shout Outs:
Rannoch- Hey Doll-face, it's an Autobiography, not a biography. rolls eyes overdramatically hehe, since you were the first review for that chapter I shall give you my Jack!Muse for a day, to torture as you please.
Jack!Muse: But, Ele! Who will help you with my autobiography?
Um... Dutchy!Muse... He does help me with everything else...Have fun Ari- ness.
SpotLover421- So, you like it? beams with pride I hope it lets you read the next chapter soon Braids, and I hope you like it still.
Tooker- Eattie-goil! You read a Newsies fic! Wow! That's step one on my plan to make you as obsessed with Newsies as Ani and I. Well, thanks for the review.
Chapter 2 Shout Outs:
Rannoch- I don't know if I'd want to hold and cuddle Jack if I were you... You see my imagination has been watching Fruits Basket with me... so if you hug him he might actually turn into a doggie... Sorry Ari, that I didn't make you his first lover, and won't, but I hope you will still like it.
Repeat- You know you're right, what is better than Sarah being miserable? Well, I hope you like it, it's just that I've been watching too many chick- flics on the Hallmark channel... but I only get the depressing parts out of them... So, this is kinda the way my mind patched all of them together. I hope you like it! (And lookie, it's dedicated to you this chapter)
Liams Kitten- Is this fast enough, I know that other people have updated a hell of a lot faster, but I'm doing pretty good when you compare this update-age time to some of my other stuff's update-age time. (Look, I made up a new word... and I think I like it) Well, I hope you like it! Thanks for the review.
Two-Bits- I have a knack for writing, eh? Well, I hope I updated soon enough!
Ending A/N: I hope you guys all like it so far, and I am kinda sorry that its so depressing, but it will get So, please review again.