Disclaimer-I do not own this. I own Docks, her family, and any other made
up person besides Spitfire...she owns herself.
Docks frowned as she watched the boys approach the Lodging House. Spot wasn't among them. She frowned. He had wanted to stay home that day...said he had felt sick...not up to selling, but he'd gone anyway.
She stood up and walked toward Spitfire. "Heya Fire...ya seen Alex?"
Spitfire glanced away from Shots and shook her head. "I ain't seen him since he was throwin' up dis mornin'."
"He was throwin' up?"
Spitfire nodded. "So much dat I thought he couldn't have any stomach left. He didn't tell ya?"
Docks shook her head and ran inside. River, Dollar, and Luke were sitting at a table talking about Storm. She grabbed Dollar's shoulder roughly. "Spot's missin'."
Luke glanced up at her words. "What?"
"He's missin'."
River shrugged. "He's probably in Manhattan or Harlem, Reilly. He's da leadah ya know."
"He woulda told me. He was sick dis mornin' Morgan."
River winced at the sound of his real name. "River, please. I don't like Morgan. To goily."
Docks paced the kitchen for a good three hours. Dusk was settling in when she finally decided to look for him. Grabbing her coat, she called to Sunny, "Heya Sun? I'm leavin' for awhile. I gotta go find Spot."
Sunny smiled and waved as her older sister left.
Docks headed down the streets, worried sick about where Spot could be. She decided to search Manhattan first, figuring that if Spot went anywhere; he had gone to see Jack Kelly or Racetrack. She walked into the nearly silent Lodging House and finding only Snipeshooter downstairs, she sat down next to him. "Heya Sniper."
"McGowen? How's in rollin up in Brooklyn?"
"Have any of ya seen Spot?"
Snipe stared at her. "I saw him 'round lunch. He didn't look to good."
Docks swallowed hard. "Oh no. He's hurt. I know he is!" Then she stood up. "I bettah head on ta Harlem an' see if he's dere. I gotta find him!" Snipe nodded and watched as she ran out the door and into the night.
Dollar approached Sunny later that night with the whereabouts of Docks. Sunny had simply smiled and answered, "She went out ta look for Spot."
"Alone?!"
Sunny paled. "Uh-oh. I'm sorry Dollar! I thought...I didn't know!"
Dollar pushed past her and out the door in search of his sister, and the leader of the boys. If Spot was missing from Brooklyn...then they were all in trouble.
Docks made her way to Harlem and found all the boys asleep. She shook the leader awake. He was a broad-shouldered German boy who come right off the boat into the newsies. He had silvery-blonde hair, gray eyes, and looked like a behemoth compared to Spot. His name was Mascot.
Mascot sat up and rubbed his dazzling gray eyes into coherency. "Was die Hölle? Docks? Was tun Sie hier?"
"English please, Mascot?"
"What are you doing here?" His thick German accent made him all the more appealing to women.
"Have you seen Spot?"
"Kleiner Alexander Conlon? Seit Nr., habe ich nicht ihn... ungefähr zwei Wochen vor gesehen. Warum? Fehlt er?"
"I'm takin' dat as no?"
"I haven't seen Alex in two weeks. Is he missing?"
"He ain't been home tanight an' he ain't in Manhattan. If you see him, Rayner...will you tell me?" Mascot flinched as she said his real name. Rayner...completely German. It meant 'a wise warrior'. He wasn't so sure it fit him sometimes.
"Ich bin zu sicher. Möchten Sie hier bleiben, oder lassen Sie mich nach Hause gehen Sie? Ich hörte über den Raub..."
Docks rolled her emerald eyes skyward and sighed. "English!"
He groaned. "I'll be sure to. Do you want to stay here or I'll walk you home. I heard about the rape..."
Docks shook her head. "I'll be fine, danke." Danke was the only German word in her vocabulary. Then she made her way back to Brooklyn.
Dollar saw Docks on her way home. She was obviously upset over something. He approached her cautiously. "Where were ya?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Manhattan an' den Harlem."
"Ya shoulda taken someone wit ya. I was worried. River is out lookin' for da Delanceys ta see if ya dead in an alley somewhere!"
"I went lookin' for Spot. He ain't in Harlem, Brooklyn, Bronx, or Manhattan...I know dat much. He hates Bronx. Dat leaves Queens."
Dollar led her inside by the shoulders, neither of them noticing the shadow that crossed the alley beside them...following them suspiciously.
A/N-Rayner really does mean 'a wise warrior.' I checked and it really is German.
Docks frowned as she watched the boys approach the Lodging House. Spot wasn't among them. She frowned. He had wanted to stay home that day...said he had felt sick...not up to selling, but he'd gone anyway.
She stood up and walked toward Spitfire. "Heya Fire...ya seen Alex?"
Spitfire glanced away from Shots and shook her head. "I ain't seen him since he was throwin' up dis mornin'."
"He was throwin' up?"
Spitfire nodded. "So much dat I thought he couldn't have any stomach left. He didn't tell ya?"
Docks shook her head and ran inside. River, Dollar, and Luke were sitting at a table talking about Storm. She grabbed Dollar's shoulder roughly. "Spot's missin'."
Luke glanced up at her words. "What?"
"He's missin'."
River shrugged. "He's probably in Manhattan or Harlem, Reilly. He's da leadah ya know."
"He woulda told me. He was sick dis mornin' Morgan."
River winced at the sound of his real name. "River, please. I don't like Morgan. To goily."
Docks paced the kitchen for a good three hours. Dusk was settling in when she finally decided to look for him. Grabbing her coat, she called to Sunny, "Heya Sun? I'm leavin' for awhile. I gotta go find Spot."
Sunny smiled and waved as her older sister left.
Docks headed down the streets, worried sick about where Spot could be. She decided to search Manhattan first, figuring that if Spot went anywhere; he had gone to see Jack Kelly or Racetrack. She walked into the nearly silent Lodging House and finding only Snipeshooter downstairs, she sat down next to him. "Heya Sniper."
"McGowen? How's in rollin up in Brooklyn?"
"Have any of ya seen Spot?"
Snipe stared at her. "I saw him 'round lunch. He didn't look to good."
Docks swallowed hard. "Oh no. He's hurt. I know he is!" Then she stood up. "I bettah head on ta Harlem an' see if he's dere. I gotta find him!" Snipe nodded and watched as she ran out the door and into the night.
Dollar approached Sunny later that night with the whereabouts of Docks. Sunny had simply smiled and answered, "She went out ta look for Spot."
"Alone?!"
Sunny paled. "Uh-oh. I'm sorry Dollar! I thought...I didn't know!"
Dollar pushed past her and out the door in search of his sister, and the leader of the boys. If Spot was missing from Brooklyn...then they were all in trouble.
Docks made her way to Harlem and found all the boys asleep. She shook the leader awake. He was a broad-shouldered German boy who come right off the boat into the newsies. He had silvery-blonde hair, gray eyes, and looked like a behemoth compared to Spot. His name was Mascot.
Mascot sat up and rubbed his dazzling gray eyes into coherency. "Was die Hölle? Docks? Was tun Sie hier?"
"English please, Mascot?"
"What are you doing here?" His thick German accent made him all the more appealing to women.
"Have you seen Spot?"
"Kleiner Alexander Conlon? Seit Nr., habe ich nicht ihn... ungefähr zwei Wochen vor gesehen. Warum? Fehlt er?"
"I'm takin' dat as no?"
"I haven't seen Alex in two weeks. Is he missing?"
"He ain't been home tanight an' he ain't in Manhattan. If you see him, Rayner...will you tell me?" Mascot flinched as she said his real name. Rayner...completely German. It meant 'a wise warrior'. He wasn't so sure it fit him sometimes.
"Ich bin zu sicher. Möchten Sie hier bleiben, oder lassen Sie mich nach Hause gehen Sie? Ich hörte über den Raub..."
Docks rolled her emerald eyes skyward and sighed. "English!"
He groaned. "I'll be sure to. Do you want to stay here or I'll walk you home. I heard about the rape..."
Docks shook her head. "I'll be fine, danke." Danke was the only German word in her vocabulary. Then she made her way back to Brooklyn.
Dollar saw Docks on her way home. She was obviously upset over something. He approached her cautiously. "Where were ya?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Manhattan an' den Harlem."
"Ya shoulda taken someone wit ya. I was worried. River is out lookin' for da Delanceys ta see if ya dead in an alley somewhere!"
"I went lookin' for Spot. He ain't in Harlem, Brooklyn, Bronx, or Manhattan...I know dat much. He hates Bronx. Dat leaves Queens."
Dollar led her inside by the shoulders, neither of them noticing the shadow that crossed the alley beside them...following them suspiciously.
A/N-Rayner really does mean 'a wise warrior.' I checked and it really is German.