Disclaimer-I do not own the movie called Newsies that everyone in the world
should love more than anything else. Disney does...but hey you Disney
guys...my birthday is coming up if you want to get me something really
special, you could A) Bring me Gabriel Damon or B) Give me the rights to
Newsies...but neither of those is going to happen so ::sad face::
A/N-Duck, you're so lucky I love the computer and yes I will spend time
slaving away for you or spend it with my boyfriend.
Spot slide into an alley, River right behind him and began listening. It was an abandoned warehouse in Bronx where the Delanceys spent most of their time. He could hear their contemptible voices inside and it almost made him gag. River was frowning beside him. "Can we kill 'em yet?"
Spot shook his head and opened the door slowly.
Oscar was speaking. "Yeah we scared da McGowen bitch real bad. She got what her bruddahs deserved."
Morris nodded vigorously. "Dey been causin' us problems long enough. It's about time one of 'em paid for it."
A small boy that River recognized from Harlem shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, Spot an' her bruddahs got you on a death list now. I don't think what happened was right. Dey should a soaked her an' left it at dat. She didn't do nothin' ta deserve what dey gave her."
Oscar seized the boy by his collar and threw him into a wall. River shrank farther into the shadows with Spot. "Ya best keep ya mouth shut Piper! Dey don't know we did it yet!"
Piper glanced over Oscar's shoulder and his brown eyes locked onto River's sapphire blue. River shook his head. "Dey will soon enough," Piper answered.
Oscar tossed the boy to Morris who gave him a rather hard punch in the stomach. Spot stepped out. "Drop him Morris."
Morris let Piper fall into a doubled over heap and cradled his broken wrist in remembrance. "Ya bettah not do anything Conlon."
Spot lifted the cane to rest on Morris shoulder menacingly. "Really? Who's givin' orders now, Morris? Who got me goil raped huh? You did. Ya should know ya gonna pay for it."
River smirked as he made himself visible. Oscar groaned and mumbled, "We'se dead."
"Yeah ya are. Ya hoit me sistah, ya deal wit me. Dat's all dere is to it." Raising his slingshot he glanced at Spot. "Ready?"
Spot laughed. "Always am." He cane moved transiently from Morris's shoulder to crack across his face. Morris hit his knees. Oscar turned around to run but Piper caught his ankle and he fell. Oscar kicked Piper hard in the mouth. A lake of claret blood formed under Piper's face as he lay unconscious. River took aim and fired his slingshot at Oscar's head. It hit him, knocking the older boy off balance. Spot dropped the cane and held Oscar down, hitting him repetitively in anyplace his fists touched. Oscar eventually went limp. Spot stood up. He sported a black eye and bloodied mouth while River had nothing on him. "Lucky bastard," Spot mumbled.
River laughed. "I didn't do nearly as much as you did so don't start wit me."
Spot picked Piper up. "I think Oscar knocked his front teeth out! Look!" He opened Piper's mouth to reveal a bloody gap in the front of his mouth.
"How old do ya think he is?"
"Five or six. I think he'll grow 'em back."
River nodded and walked out of the warehouse with Spot and Piper in tow.
Docks was on the roof of the lodging house when they finally go back. She jumped onto the fire escape and ran down the ladders. "What happened?! Ya covered in blood!" She pulled Piper off Spot's shoulder. "Ouch. He took a beatin' didn't he?"
River shrugged. "He got kicked in da face. He's from Harlem."
Docks nodded. "I seen him before. Spot are ya okay?" She looked him over. "Who hit ya?" "Oscar. I was holdin him down an' hittin him at da same time. His arm came up and hit me in da face." She led them inside and called Marietta. The oldest McGowen girl ran down the steps with clean bandages. The two of them cleaned the boys up the best they could. "And of course River isn't hurt. He never gets hurt. Only other people do," Marietta teased. She had long ago covered her accent in replace for sounding smart, which she was. River shrugged. "Ya know me Mari. I don't get inta fights...I stay out and sniper people." Marietta laughed and continued to wipe blood off Piper's face as Docks struggled to get Spot to cooperate. He refused to have help. He had taken the bandage from her and was now trying to tie her down with it. River pushed him away. "Give up, Spot an' let her help ya." Spot glared but obliged to Docks's care and sat still. She finally got finished as Marietta carried Piper out the door. "I'm taking him home to my house tonight, okay?" Spot nodded and Docks dragged him upstairs to the roof. "What ya did for me tanight means a lot, Alex." Spot glanced at her and shrugged. "I can't let 'em go around hoitin innocent people." "Ya fought for me." "Yeah, dat sorta is normal as you are me goil." Docks let a small laugh escape her mouth. "Thanks." "It's my job. But...I guess dere was oddah reasons I did it..." Docks gave Spot a momentary look before turning her bottle green eyes away. "Like what?" "Like ya bruddahs...an da fact dat hate Oscar an' Morris an'..." "And? Ya weren't done. What was da last reason." "Ya just...different den da oddah goils...ya mean somethin' ta me...I don't know what it is." Docks smiled. "I mean somethin' ta da great Alexander Conlon? Da most powerful Newsie in New York!" Spot frowned. "Very funny. Yeah ya mean somethin...I don't know what it is but I actually care about what happenes ta you. Oddah goils were just...toys, I guess. You ain't a toy." "Den what am I?" "Ya...I'm not sure." He stood up and kissed her. "When I find out, you'll be da foist one ta know." She nodded. "Thanks again, Spot." "G'night." "Night." He walked inside and down the steps to send the rest of the few Newsies to bed. River was sitting with Miracle and Shots was alone in the corner, reading a book he had picked up somewhere. Spot sat next to him. "Wanna talk about it?" Shots looked up, surprised. "What da ya mean?"
"Ya nevah read, Shots. Ya angry about somethin."
"Nah. I just don't know about ya sistah anymore. She says she cares
but...she don't understand why she can't say it.
"What is dat supposed ta mean?"
"She loves me but she can't say it. I can say it...she can't. She don't know what love is."
Spot's blue eyes widened. "Dat's it! Go ta bed Shots, River, Miracle. Now."
The three headed upstairs and Spot tore into the girls' bunkroom. Docks was sitting on her bed, talking to Penny. "Docks? We gotta talk, c'mon." He grabbed her arm and led her into the hall.
She laughed. "What happened? Ya get attacked by River or somethin'?"
"No! I figured it out."
"What?"
"I figured out what I meant earlier."
"Wow, ya musta really been thinkin' bout it ta figure it out dat quick."
Spot gave her a sarcastic smile. "Funny. But be serious."
"Alright what is it?"
He kissed her. "I think I love ya."
She froze to the ground. "Did ya say what I think ya said?"
He nodded. "I love ya."
"I love ya too!"
Spot slide into an alley, River right behind him and began listening. It was an abandoned warehouse in Bronx where the Delanceys spent most of their time. He could hear their contemptible voices inside and it almost made him gag. River was frowning beside him. "Can we kill 'em yet?"
Spot shook his head and opened the door slowly.
Oscar was speaking. "Yeah we scared da McGowen bitch real bad. She got what her bruddahs deserved."
Morris nodded vigorously. "Dey been causin' us problems long enough. It's about time one of 'em paid for it."
A small boy that River recognized from Harlem shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, Spot an' her bruddahs got you on a death list now. I don't think what happened was right. Dey should a soaked her an' left it at dat. She didn't do nothin' ta deserve what dey gave her."
Oscar seized the boy by his collar and threw him into a wall. River shrank farther into the shadows with Spot. "Ya best keep ya mouth shut Piper! Dey don't know we did it yet!"
Piper glanced over Oscar's shoulder and his brown eyes locked onto River's sapphire blue. River shook his head. "Dey will soon enough," Piper answered.
Oscar tossed the boy to Morris who gave him a rather hard punch in the stomach. Spot stepped out. "Drop him Morris."
Morris let Piper fall into a doubled over heap and cradled his broken wrist in remembrance. "Ya bettah not do anything Conlon."
Spot lifted the cane to rest on Morris shoulder menacingly. "Really? Who's givin' orders now, Morris? Who got me goil raped huh? You did. Ya should know ya gonna pay for it."
River smirked as he made himself visible. Oscar groaned and mumbled, "We'se dead."
"Yeah ya are. Ya hoit me sistah, ya deal wit me. Dat's all dere is to it." Raising his slingshot he glanced at Spot. "Ready?"
Spot laughed. "Always am." He cane moved transiently from Morris's shoulder to crack across his face. Morris hit his knees. Oscar turned around to run but Piper caught his ankle and he fell. Oscar kicked Piper hard in the mouth. A lake of claret blood formed under Piper's face as he lay unconscious. River took aim and fired his slingshot at Oscar's head. It hit him, knocking the older boy off balance. Spot dropped the cane and held Oscar down, hitting him repetitively in anyplace his fists touched. Oscar eventually went limp. Spot stood up. He sported a black eye and bloodied mouth while River had nothing on him. "Lucky bastard," Spot mumbled.
River laughed. "I didn't do nearly as much as you did so don't start wit me."
Spot picked Piper up. "I think Oscar knocked his front teeth out! Look!" He opened Piper's mouth to reveal a bloody gap in the front of his mouth.
"How old do ya think he is?"
"Five or six. I think he'll grow 'em back."
River nodded and walked out of the warehouse with Spot and Piper in tow.
Docks was on the roof of the lodging house when they finally go back. She jumped onto the fire escape and ran down the ladders. "What happened?! Ya covered in blood!" She pulled Piper off Spot's shoulder. "Ouch. He took a beatin' didn't he?"
River shrugged. "He got kicked in da face. He's from Harlem."
Docks nodded. "I seen him before. Spot are ya okay?" She looked him over. "Who hit ya?" "Oscar. I was holdin him down an' hittin him at da same time. His arm came up and hit me in da face." She led them inside and called Marietta. The oldest McGowen girl ran down the steps with clean bandages. The two of them cleaned the boys up the best they could. "And of course River isn't hurt. He never gets hurt. Only other people do," Marietta teased. She had long ago covered her accent in replace for sounding smart, which she was. River shrugged. "Ya know me Mari. I don't get inta fights...I stay out and sniper people." Marietta laughed and continued to wipe blood off Piper's face as Docks struggled to get Spot to cooperate. He refused to have help. He had taken the bandage from her and was now trying to tie her down with it. River pushed him away. "Give up, Spot an' let her help ya." Spot glared but obliged to Docks's care and sat still. She finally got finished as Marietta carried Piper out the door. "I'm taking him home to my house tonight, okay?" Spot nodded and Docks dragged him upstairs to the roof. "What ya did for me tanight means a lot, Alex." Spot glanced at her and shrugged. "I can't let 'em go around hoitin innocent people." "Ya fought for me." "Yeah, dat sorta is normal as you are me goil." Docks let a small laugh escape her mouth. "Thanks." "It's my job. But...I guess dere was oddah reasons I did it..." Docks gave Spot a momentary look before turning her bottle green eyes away. "Like what?" "Like ya bruddahs...an da fact dat hate Oscar an' Morris an'..." "And? Ya weren't done. What was da last reason." "Ya just...different den da oddah goils...ya mean somethin' ta me...I don't know what it is." Docks smiled. "I mean somethin' ta da great Alexander Conlon? Da most powerful Newsie in New York!" Spot frowned. "Very funny. Yeah ya mean somethin...I don't know what it is but I actually care about what happenes ta you. Oddah goils were just...toys, I guess. You ain't a toy." "Den what am I?" "Ya...I'm not sure." He stood up and kissed her. "When I find out, you'll be da foist one ta know." She nodded. "Thanks again, Spot." "G'night." "Night." He walked inside and down the steps to send the rest of the few Newsies to bed. River was sitting with Miracle and Shots was alone in the corner, reading a book he had picked up somewhere. Spot sat next to him. "Wanna talk about it?" Shots looked up, surprised. "What da ya mean?"
"Ya nevah read, Shots. Ya angry about somethin."
"Nah. I just don't know about ya sistah anymore. She says she cares
but...she don't understand why she can't say it.
"What is dat supposed ta mean?"
"She loves me but she can't say it. I can say it...she can't. She don't know what love is."
Spot's blue eyes widened. "Dat's it! Go ta bed Shots, River, Miracle. Now."
The three headed upstairs and Spot tore into the girls' bunkroom. Docks was sitting on her bed, talking to Penny. "Docks? We gotta talk, c'mon." He grabbed her arm and led her into the hall.
She laughed. "What happened? Ya get attacked by River or somethin'?"
"No! I figured it out."
"What?"
"I figured out what I meant earlier."
"Wow, ya musta really been thinkin' bout it ta figure it out dat quick."
Spot gave her a sarcastic smile. "Funny. But be serious."
"Alright what is it?"
He kissed her. "I think I love ya."
She froze to the ground. "Did ya say what I think ya said?"
He nodded. "I love ya."
"I love ya too!"