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A/N-Okay, who loves Peter Pan now? I do believe in Faeries! I do! I do! How could you deny a face like Jeremy Sumpter's? I love him.
Docks woke up in her own a bed the next morning to Spot shaking her to consciousness. She pushed him away and groaned. "What?"
"Time ta get up kid."
Docks sat up and smiled. "Of course. Ain't ya just a little sunshine in da mornin'?"
"Only when I get ta see you. Ya sellin wit me taday?"
Docks nodded, stood up and pulled her suspenders on. She then grabbed a brush, ran it through her blonde hair and jammed the hat over her eyes.
Spot laughed, took her arm and led her outside. Shots was waiting with Spitfire on the porch. They stood up. "Heya Spot."
"Hey Shots, Spitfire...how's it rollin'?"
Shots shrugged. "Lets just go get our papes. I'm not in da mood ta deal wit a crowd, ya know?"
Spot nodded. The 4 made their way up to the office and bought their papers. Docks her usual 75, Spot and Shots took 100, and Spitfire bought 50. They split up at the corner to head to their usual selling areas.
It was halfway through the day and both newsies were exhausted. The heat was debilitating and Docks's vision was hazy from the waves of warmth emanating from the hot dusty road. She collapsed against Spot's shoulder. That's when a voice from behind them spoke out. "Well, well, well ain't it Conlon and McGowen? You two finally got tagetha. Bout time."
Docks sat up. "Oscar? What are ya doin heah? I thought my bruddah told ya ta stay away."
"Oh he did. But do ya think I care when Brooklyn's got ladies dat look like you an' ya sistah?"
Spot jumped to his feet. "Get da fuck outta heah Oscar!"
Oscar smirked. "A little pissed are we Conlon?"
Docks shrank back into the alley, memories of what had been done to her filling her head. She took a deep breath. "Get out Oscar."
"Not without what I came for. Ya see, I heard Conlon soaked a few Bronx boys on Tiger's orders. Dat true."
Spot grinned. "I don't follow orders. He sent dem Brooklyn wit me. Dat's all."
Oscar frowned. "Sounds like orders ta me. Why don't ya let me have fun wit doll face ovah dere an' I'll leave?"
Docks shook. Spot glanced at her and then turned a cold glare on Oscar. "Get out an' don't touch her."
They grinned. "Yeah, we heard about ya run in wit da Bronx boys, Reilly. Was it really dat bad?"
Docks shot them a fierce glare and pulled the slingshot out of her back pocket. "Go."
Morris smiled. "What? Ya gonna shoot me?"
Spot had about had enough. He took a step forward, raising his cane. Oscar backed away. "Hey we ain't askin for dat Conlon."
Spot laughed. "Yeah ya are. Out. Now."
Morris caught Oscar's arm and put his brass knuckles on his fist. "We don't run from da likes a Spot Conlon."
Oscar scoffed. "Yeah? But we run from Jack Kelly?"
His brother frowned. Spot brought the cane down hard across the hand that held Oscar's arm. Morris shrank backwards with a cry of pain as his wrist cracked. Spot smirked. "Didn't think ya'd like dat."
Oscar gaped, turned around and took off, leaving Morris with a relentless Spot. Morris looked up at the Brooklyn leader. "Show a lil' mercy."
"I don't have mercy. Nevah have, nevah will."
Morris began walking away. "Ya gonna pay for dis Conlon. Ya really are." Then he broke into a run.
Spot turned back to Docks. She had come out of the alley and was staring after him. He pulled her into his arms. "You awright?"
She nodded. "Fine."
Smiling, he took her hand and began leading her back to the Lodging house. Shots and Spitfire were already home. Docks waved and Spitfire ran down the street toward them. "Ya late. What happened?"
"Oscar an' Morris happened. I swear I'm gonna kill 'em both someday," Spot said violently. Spitfire grinned.
"Yeah? We should just beat 'em unconscious an' let da bulls put 'em in da refuge," Shots added. Docks laughed.
"Yeah an' have da bulls find out we have a newsie army in Brooklyn? Dat's a brilliant idea."
Spot shrugged. "Do it so dey can't see what hit 'em." Then he walked inside. The way Docks had reacted to the brothers had alarmed him quite a bit. She was usually strong but those two had brought her down real quick. Who else could now? He sat down his bed. This couldn't be good.
Dollar came in after him. "I heard bout what happened taday. Ya angry?"
"Dat's an undahstatement. I'm pissed."
Dollar grinned. "Course ya are. Reilly is supposed ta be invincible like da rest of us but in all truth, she's a lil' goil."
Spot shook his head. "She ain't a lil' goil. She's been hoit an' she ain't gotten ovah it yet. Dat's all."
Dollar shrugged. "I dunno. She nevah backed down from a fight before."
"Ya right. She nevah did...but it don't stop me from thinkin' she might be able ta beat dis. At least a lil'."
"It ain't what happened dat hoits her, Alex. Its what happened ta you."
Spot looked up. "What's dat supposed ta mean?!"
"She didn't want anyone but you. Now she...ain't a virgin anymore. It hoits her."
It hit Spot at that moment. The Delanceys were in on what happened to her and she was scared to tell him. He stood up. "Those bastards got anuddah thing comin' ta dem. I'm gonna kill 'em!"
Dollar jumped. "What?"
"Dey's in on it. I know dey are. I gotta see Docks!" He ran down the stairs and out the door. Docks was shooting bottles of a stool with River. He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. She screamed and then laughed.
"Ya scared me!"
Spot kept a serious face. "I'm gonna ask ya a question an' ya gotta tell me da truth. Okay?"
"What happened?" River and Docks spoke at the same time.
"Did ya see Oscar an' Morris dat night?"
Docks backed away. "Don't Alexander. Don't bring dat up."
"Did ya see 'em?!"
River looked from his sister to Spot and back again. "Spot, back off."
"Shut da hell up River! Did ya see 'em?!"
Docks looked at the ground. "Yeah. But before it happened."
"How long before it happened?"
"Bout an hour or hour an' a half."
Spot swore violently under his breath. "I'm gonna kill 'em! I'm gonna make sure dey're in so much pain dey ask for death!"
River's blue eyes widened. "Why?"
Miracle, who was currently sitting on the ground stood. "Dey told Bronx she was out! Dey wanted it ta happen! It was dere idea!"
Spot nodded. River clenched his fists. "I'm gonna pound dem so far into da ground dey'll...dey'll...dey'll be off da Earth!"
Miracle caught his arm. "As long as ya don't get hoit." He nodded and kissed her.
Spot pulled his cane out of his belt loop. "Let's go River. We got serious Delancey ass ta kick."
Docks stood in silence, everything in her life finally falling into place. It wasn't done out of the simple fact that those boys had wanted her...it was like having a hit man set on your trail. She crossed her arms. "I'm goin inside. I'll be in Storm's room wit Luke an' Marietta."
Spot kissed her cheek as she left and she smiled softly. "Be careful." He nodded. River began walking away...Spot followed.
A/N-Hey bad news everyone. You won't get a lot of updates this summer because I have to go work at summer camp. I'm only home one weekend a month. I'm sorry. I will update as much as possible though.
A/N-Okay, who loves Peter Pan now? I do believe in Faeries! I do! I do! How could you deny a face like Jeremy Sumpter's? I love him.
Docks woke up in her own a bed the next morning to Spot shaking her to consciousness. She pushed him away and groaned. "What?"
"Time ta get up kid."
Docks sat up and smiled. "Of course. Ain't ya just a little sunshine in da mornin'?"
"Only when I get ta see you. Ya sellin wit me taday?"
Docks nodded, stood up and pulled her suspenders on. She then grabbed a brush, ran it through her blonde hair and jammed the hat over her eyes.
Spot laughed, took her arm and led her outside. Shots was waiting with Spitfire on the porch. They stood up. "Heya Spot."
"Hey Shots, Spitfire...how's it rollin'?"
Shots shrugged. "Lets just go get our papes. I'm not in da mood ta deal wit a crowd, ya know?"
Spot nodded. The 4 made their way up to the office and bought their papers. Docks her usual 75, Spot and Shots took 100, and Spitfire bought 50. They split up at the corner to head to their usual selling areas.
It was halfway through the day and both newsies were exhausted. The heat was debilitating and Docks's vision was hazy from the waves of warmth emanating from the hot dusty road. She collapsed against Spot's shoulder. That's when a voice from behind them spoke out. "Well, well, well ain't it Conlon and McGowen? You two finally got tagetha. Bout time."
Docks sat up. "Oscar? What are ya doin heah? I thought my bruddah told ya ta stay away."
"Oh he did. But do ya think I care when Brooklyn's got ladies dat look like you an' ya sistah?"
Spot jumped to his feet. "Get da fuck outta heah Oscar!"
Oscar smirked. "A little pissed are we Conlon?"
Docks shrank back into the alley, memories of what had been done to her filling her head. She took a deep breath. "Get out Oscar."
"Not without what I came for. Ya see, I heard Conlon soaked a few Bronx boys on Tiger's orders. Dat true."
Spot grinned. "I don't follow orders. He sent dem Brooklyn wit me. Dat's all."
Oscar frowned. "Sounds like orders ta me. Why don't ya let me have fun wit doll face ovah dere an' I'll leave?"
Docks shook. Spot glanced at her and then turned a cold glare on Oscar. "Get out an' don't touch her."
They grinned. "Yeah, we heard about ya run in wit da Bronx boys, Reilly. Was it really dat bad?"
Docks shot them a fierce glare and pulled the slingshot out of her back pocket. "Go."
Morris smiled. "What? Ya gonna shoot me?"
Spot had about had enough. He took a step forward, raising his cane. Oscar backed away. "Hey we ain't askin for dat Conlon."
Spot laughed. "Yeah ya are. Out. Now."
Morris caught Oscar's arm and put his brass knuckles on his fist. "We don't run from da likes a Spot Conlon."
Oscar scoffed. "Yeah? But we run from Jack Kelly?"
His brother frowned. Spot brought the cane down hard across the hand that held Oscar's arm. Morris shrank backwards with a cry of pain as his wrist cracked. Spot smirked. "Didn't think ya'd like dat."
Oscar gaped, turned around and took off, leaving Morris with a relentless Spot. Morris looked up at the Brooklyn leader. "Show a lil' mercy."
"I don't have mercy. Nevah have, nevah will."
Morris began walking away. "Ya gonna pay for dis Conlon. Ya really are." Then he broke into a run.
Spot turned back to Docks. She had come out of the alley and was staring after him. He pulled her into his arms. "You awright?"
She nodded. "Fine."
Smiling, he took her hand and began leading her back to the Lodging house. Shots and Spitfire were already home. Docks waved and Spitfire ran down the street toward them. "Ya late. What happened?"
"Oscar an' Morris happened. I swear I'm gonna kill 'em both someday," Spot said violently. Spitfire grinned.
"Yeah? We should just beat 'em unconscious an' let da bulls put 'em in da refuge," Shots added. Docks laughed.
"Yeah an' have da bulls find out we have a newsie army in Brooklyn? Dat's a brilliant idea."
Spot shrugged. "Do it so dey can't see what hit 'em." Then he walked inside. The way Docks had reacted to the brothers had alarmed him quite a bit. She was usually strong but those two had brought her down real quick. Who else could now? He sat down his bed. This couldn't be good.
Dollar came in after him. "I heard bout what happened taday. Ya angry?"
"Dat's an undahstatement. I'm pissed."
Dollar grinned. "Course ya are. Reilly is supposed ta be invincible like da rest of us but in all truth, she's a lil' goil."
Spot shook his head. "She ain't a lil' goil. She's been hoit an' she ain't gotten ovah it yet. Dat's all."
Dollar shrugged. "I dunno. She nevah backed down from a fight before."
"Ya right. She nevah did...but it don't stop me from thinkin' she might be able ta beat dis. At least a lil'."
"It ain't what happened dat hoits her, Alex. Its what happened ta you."
Spot looked up. "What's dat supposed ta mean?!"
"She didn't want anyone but you. Now she...ain't a virgin anymore. It hoits her."
It hit Spot at that moment. The Delanceys were in on what happened to her and she was scared to tell him. He stood up. "Those bastards got anuddah thing comin' ta dem. I'm gonna kill 'em!"
Dollar jumped. "What?"
"Dey's in on it. I know dey are. I gotta see Docks!" He ran down the stairs and out the door. Docks was shooting bottles of a stool with River. He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. She screamed and then laughed.
"Ya scared me!"
Spot kept a serious face. "I'm gonna ask ya a question an' ya gotta tell me da truth. Okay?"
"What happened?" River and Docks spoke at the same time.
"Did ya see Oscar an' Morris dat night?"
Docks backed away. "Don't Alexander. Don't bring dat up."
"Did ya see 'em?!"
River looked from his sister to Spot and back again. "Spot, back off."
"Shut da hell up River! Did ya see 'em?!"
Docks looked at the ground. "Yeah. But before it happened."
"How long before it happened?"
"Bout an hour or hour an' a half."
Spot swore violently under his breath. "I'm gonna kill 'em! I'm gonna make sure dey're in so much pain dey ask for death!"
River's blue eyes widened. "Why?"
Miracle, who was currently sitting on the ground stood. "Dey told Bronx she was out! Dey wanted it ta happen! It was dere idea!"
Spot nodded. River clenched his fists. "I'm gonna pound dem so far into da ground dey'll...dey'll...dey'll be off da Earth!"
Miracle caught his arm. "As long as ya don't get hoit." He nodded and kissed her.
Spot pulled his cane out of his belt loop. "Let's go River. We got serious Delancey ass ta kick."
Docks stood in silence, everything in her life finally falling into place. It wasn't done out of the simple fact that those boys had wanted her...it was like having a hit man set on your trail. She crossed her arms. "I'm goin inside. I'll be in Storm's room wit Luke an' Marietta."
Spot kissed her cheek as she left and she smiled softly. "Be careful." He nodded. River began walking away...Spot followed.
A/N-Hey bad news everyone. You won't get a lot of updates this summer because I have to go work at summer camp. I'm only home one weekend a month. I'm sorry. I will update as much as possible though.