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Rats!), and I don't actually own this story, my talented friend, Kristina,
does(she, too, is a lucky rat!) and I am merely doing her a favor! But, I
actually DO own Tig and Annabelle, others as well, but you have to wait for
the sequel! So, for these reasons, don't sue me!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
June 12, 1900
"Sell da papes!" Kloppman yelled as he walked past the bunks. "Wake up boys," he said, shaking Mush. "Carryin' da banna!" he continued.
The Newsies awoke and did their morning routine. Skittery and Mush given the opportunity, slowly opened the door to the girls' sleeping quarters.
"Come on," Meyers whispered to Skit as they pushed open the door. Mush quietly walked over to Tig. He sat down on the bed beside her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Tig shifted in her sleep. Her hazel eyes opened.
"Hey," Tig whispered, smiling, still sleepy-eyed.
"Time for woik," Mush said. He held her hand and kissed her again. On the other side of the room, Skittery pushed the hair out of Target's face. He placed a hand on her soft cheek. With his thumb, he stroked her face.
"Mornin' Skit," Target said without opening her eyes. They both laughed through their noses.
"You'se sleep okay?" he asked curiously. He took his hand from her face.
"Been better. You'se?" she asked, taking a deep breath and sitting up.
"Great, cause I'se was thinkin' of you'se!" Skittery exclaimed. Marie blushed intensely as she looked into his deep gray eyes. Skittery left the room to let the two get dressed. Target got ready quickly. Tig, on the other hand, took a little longer.
Target left the room so Tig could get ready for work. Some of the Newsies were still waking as the sunlight crept through the dusty windows
"Hey, Target!" yelled a voice. Target stood hands on her hips, looking around.
"Hey, Blink," she finally said as he was seen walking over.
"Come on, I'll fight ya! Come on," he began and started playfully throwing punches toward Target. "Come on, you'se ain't so tough," he continued. Target started playing along and swung a few times. He ducked. She looked up and he was nowhere to be seen. Then suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist and spun her around the room, for what seemed about a million times to her. Laughing uncontrollably, she held on to her hat. Almost smashing into some bunks, Jack scolded the two.
"Hey Kid, put her down! She ain't lookin' too good."
Blink set her down. Target tried walking, but wobbled her way across the room and into a chair. The whole room spun around in Target's mind.
"You'se okay?" Jack questioned
"I'se gotta quit smokin'," she mumbled, holding her head.
"Hey, where's Tig? We'se gotta get goin'," Jack asked, leaning up against the wall. Target got up and banged on the bedroom door.
"Hey Tig, quit playin' 'round! We'se gotta get ta woik!"
Just as Target was just about to knock on the door again, it opened.
"Okay, I'm right here! You don't have to get all menstrual on me!" Tig said, buttoning two top buttons on her purple blouse.
"Ya know how it is, up at dawn and off ta woik!" Target explained, still a little wobbly.
The Newsies pounded down the stairs and flew out the front doors. The day was hot and humid. Only every so often would a cool breeze come a long. The Newsies were only dressed in their undershirts, pants and a hat. It was too hot to worry about a vest or a dress shirt. Target borrowed one of Race's shirts, since they were about the same height now.
"Good God Tig!" started Target, fanning herself with a hat. "You'se gotta be dyin' wit all dat shit you'se is wearin'!"
Tig didn't answer; she had already headed in the opposite direction for work. Target raised an eyebrow and placed her hat back on her head, running to catch up with the boys. Running up in between Mush and Jack, she wrapped an arm around each of their neck and said, "Guess we'll have a good headline today boys."
"Why do you'se say dat?" Mush asked.
"Me story! It'll be all ova da papes! 'Moiderer in Manhattan!' or, 'Moiderer Mayhem!" or, how 'bout.ah.I'se can't think of anythin' else. At least we got a good headlina," she explained. The boys agreed and they continued walking down the street.
"Hey Mr. Edwards," Crutchy began, "give me fifty papes, will ya?"
Mr. Edwards handed him fifty papers and then called, "Next!"
Target strolled up to the window. "Hey Mr. E," she greeted.
"Hey Sweetheart. Great headline this morning, murder struck last night," he explained.
"Oh really?" Target asked, as if she didn't know. A quiver hidden in her voice. "I'se didn't know! Did dey catch da guy?" she asked. "Sixty please."
"Not yet, but they say it was a young girl. The police have a witness," Edwards explained, handing Target her papers.
"Great, witnesses," Target thought to herself and walked over to Crutchy.
"Hey look Target, it's all 'bout you'se and dat kid you'se soaked," Crutchy said, grinning and continued flipping through the paper.
"I'se told you'se it was gonna be in da papes," Target argued and slapped the brim of his hat. Jack and Skittery came up from behind Target, papers in hand.
"Me and Skit is gonna come sell papes wit you'se," Jack placed his hand on her shoulder. "Just so we can keep an eye on you'se," he explained and squeezed her shoulder. Jack chose Skittery to accompany him to protect Target because he learned another side to Skit and now knew he could trust him. Skittery wouldn't need Jack's trust more than ever right now.
Jack, Target, and Skittery made their way down Merlin Avenue. The day had gone well and business was great because of the new and startling headline.
"Extree', extree'! Moider in Manhattan! Thank you'se, sir," Jack said, receiving a penny from an elderly man in a gray suit.
"Get your papes heah!" Target yelled. An old woman approached her and bought a paper from Marie. The woman began to walk, then suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned around and stared at Target.
"You," she squeaked. Jack and Skittery looked at the woman. "You're that girl I saw kill that young man." She said pointing a bony finger at Target.
"Get outta heah!" Jack yelled and pushed Target and Skittery in the opposite direction.
"Police! Police! Get her!" she screamed and caught the attention of a group of officers across the street. Jack, Skittery, and Target were already halfway down the street when the police began to chase them.
"Whose dat?" asked Jack, still sprinting like mad.
"Dat was da old hag dat saw me and Lils kill dat kid," Target explained, letting it all spill out at once. "What do we do?" she asked.
"Just keep runnin'!" Skittery commanded as they dashed passed people, shops, carts, and carriages. They could hear the screaming whistle of the officer behind them. "Go through dare!" Skittery said and lead them into a tiny alleyway. They waited there until they saw the law run pass. The three of them gave a sigh of relief. They waited there until the sound of the whistle could not longer be heard.
"All right, I'se think it's clear," Jack whispered. Jack and Skittery were first out of the alleyway and into the street. Target began to maneuver around some old crates when a rough hand grabbed her arm.
"You're under arrest," she heard. Marie spun around and did what any desperate person would do. She balled up her fist and swung with all her might. She hit the officer dead in the nose; she felt the bone crush from the force of the punch. The man let go of her arm and brought both hands to his face.
Jack and Skittery saw everything, even the aftermath of blood flowing forth from his broken nose.
"Sorry mista," she mumbled, scrambling out of the crammed space. She had only taken two or three steps when the other four officers tackled her from behind. Knocking her to the ground, they pulled both her arms behind her back.
"Target!" Skittery yelled.
"Get outta heah," was her command. "Now!" she shouted.
"No," Jack said.
"GO!" she yelled, struggling to get free.
"I'm not leaving," Skittery said, staring into Target's eyes.
"Skit, please!" he heard her say with a shaky voice. " Get outta heah!"
Jack grabbed his buddy by the arms, pulling him away. Behind them, Target was still struggling for freedom.
"Damn! You'se breakin' me arms! Ease off," Target said to the officer holding her arms.
The two boys ran down the street.
"We're gonna get her back," began Jack panting. "Right?" he asked.
"We'd better," Skittery explained, jumping over a few flower baskets.
"I'se got it! You'se go dat ways, get da fellas. I'll go dis way. Tell 'em ta meet me at Tibby's, pronto," ordered Jack. The two boys sprinted in the opposite directions, rounding up the rest of the Newsies.
"Alright!" David yelled, trying to calm everyone down, even Tig. "Let Jack talk," he commanded.
"It's okay Davie, sit down," Cowboy mumbled. Everyone was crowded around the center table in the restaurant. The sky outside had grown dark and cloudy, though it was still mid-day. "Okay, what they'll probably do is sit her in dis room wit odder fellas-dat's what dey did ta me-and den they'll take her ta da court. So, what I'm figurin' is we'd betta get ova dare before dey do," Jack explained, lighting a cigarette. He took a look at Skittery in the seat next to him. Skit turned his face the other way as he laid his head on the table. Jack put his hand on the back of Skit's neck and gently squeezed the muscle. "Hey, no worries Skit. We'll get her back."
Just then, Spot burst through the front door of Tibby's. "I'se just got woid. Where is she?" he asked.
Skittery quickly lifted his head off the table. Spot hurriedly made his way over to Jack, shoving and pushing people out of his way. He slammed his fist on the table where Jack and Skittery were sitting. "Where is she, Kelly? Where is she? I'se wanna know!"
Jack stood up and placed both his hands on Spot's shoulders. "She's fine Spot. Calm your ass down. She's probably wit da bulls somewhere. We'll all go downtown ta da court room and try ta clear her name," Jack said with eyes of concern.
"She bedda be alright, Kelly! If not, I'm holdin' you'se and.and," Spot said, pointing to Skittery, ".and.ah. Skittery heah responsible! Am I'se clear?" Spot asked.
"Poifectly," Skittery said, getting up from his seat. Spot looked at Skit in disgust.
"I'll meet you'se guys," pausing, Spot looked over, "and Tig in da court room in ten minutes," Spot said, holding up only five fingers. Mush and some of the other boys laughed as Spot stormed out of Tibby's.
"What's it lookin' like, Bumlets?" Jack asked. Bumlets looked out the window.
"It ain't gonna start pourin' for a couple hours yet," he answered, turning back to the crowd around the table.
"That gives us plenty of time ta get ta court and get back," explained Tig. Mush put his muscular arms around her for her answer, then kissed her neck.
"Okay," Jack began, "no questions. Let's go." The herd of Newsies flooded out of Tibby's, one-by-one into the empty streets of Manhattan. The air was thick, the sky was dark and there was that feeling of serenity that always comes just before a summer storm. Skittery led the way, as Jack, Tig, Mush, and the others followed behind. No one said anything on the way there, not today.
******** OMG! You guys, I am SO sorry! I never meant for this to not be posted until now! I've been so busy with so many things these past weeks and well...I'm sure you all understand what I'm talking about! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 2004 baby! I have a good feeling about this year for some reason, don't ask why, I don't know myself! Oh, by the way, if you look at the reviews, you can see the message the author of this brilliant(well, I think so!) story, Kris, wrote(if you do read it, yes, she actually calls me Mush and I call her Spot). I'm sure she wishes you all the best wishes, seeing as how I haven't talked to her in so long! Going to two seperate high schools after being together at the same elementary and jr. high all your life sucks! Oh well, such is life! Remember, R/R, even if it's only, "This is good," it makes all the difference in the world!
JustDuck: Just wanted to let you know that when I DO talk to Kris, you're always the one she asks about, even before me! Hope you're feeling the love! LOL
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
June 12, 1900
"Sell da papes!" Kloppman yelled as he walked past the bunks. "Wake up boys," he said, shaking Mush. "Carryin' da banna!" he continued.
The Newsies awoke and did their morning routine. Skittery and Mush given the opportunity, slowly opened the door to the girls' sleeping quarters.
"Come on," Meyers whispered to Skit as they pushed open the door. Mush quietly walked over to Tig. He sat down on the bed beside her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Tig shifted in her sleep. Her hazel eyes opened.
"Hey," Tig whispered, smiling, still sleepy-eyed.
"Time for woik," Mush said. He held her hand and kissed her again. On the other side of the room, Skittery pushed the hair out of Target's face. He placed a hand on her soft cheek. With his thumb, he stroked her face.
"Mornin' Skit," Target said without opening her eyes. They both laughed through their noses.
"You'se sleep okay?" he asked curiously. He took his hand from her face.
"Been better. You'se?" she asked, taking a deep breath and sitting up.
"Great, cause I'se was thinkin' of you'se!" Skittery exclaimed. Marie blushed intensely as she looked into his deep gray eyes. Skittery left the room to let the two get dressed. Target got ready quickly. Tig, on the other hand, took a little longer.
Target left the room so Tig could get ready for work. Some of the Newsies were still waking as the sunlight crept through the dusty windows
"Hey, Target!" yelled a voice. Target stood hands on her hips, looking around.
"Hey, Blink," she finally said as he was seen walking over.
"Come on, I'll fight ya! Come on," he began and started playfully throwing punches toward Target. "Come on, you'se ain't so tough," he continued. Target started playing along and swung a few times. He ducked. She looked up and he was nowhere to be seen. Then suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist and spun her around the room, for what seemed about a million times to her. Laughing uncontrollably, she held on to her hat. Almost smashing into some bunks, Jack scolded the two.
"Hey Kid, put her down! She ain't lookin' too good."
Blink set her down. Target tried walking, but wobbled her way across the room and into a chair. The whole room spun around in Target's mind.
"You'se okay?" Jack questioned
"I'se gotta quit smokin'," she mumbled, holding her head.
"Hey, where's Tig? We'se gotta get goin'," Jack asked, leaning up against the wall. Target got up and banged on the bedroom door.
"Hey Tig, quit playin' 'round! We'se gotta get ta woik!"
Just as Target was just about to knock on the door again, it opened.
"Okay, I'm right here! You don't have to get all menstrual on me!" Tig said, buttoning two top buttons on her purple blouse.
"Ya know how it is, up at dawn and off ta woik!" Target explained, still a little wobbly.
The Newsies pounded down the stairs and flew out the front doors. The day was hot and humid. Only every so often would a cool breeze come a long. The Newsies were only dressed in their undershirts, pants and a hat. It was too hot to worry about a vest or a dress shirt. Target borrowed one of Race's shirts, since they were about the same height now.
"Good God Tig!" started Target, fanning herself with a hat. "You'se gotta be dyin' wit all dat shit you'se is wearin'!"
Tig didn't answer; she had already headed in the opposite direction for work. Target raised an eyebrow and placed her hat back on her head, running to catch up with the boys. Running up in between Mush and Jack, she wrapped an arm around each of their neck and said, "Guess we'll have a good headline today boys."
"Why do you'se say dat?" Mush asked.
"Me story! It'll be all ova da papes! 'Moiderer in Manhattan!' or, 'Moiderer Mayhem!" or, how 'bout.ah.I'se can't think of anythin' else. At least we got a good headlina," she explained. The boys agreed and they continued walking down the street.
"Hey Mr. Edwards," Crutchy began, "give me fifty papes, will ya?"
Mr. Edwards handed him fifty papers and then called, "Next!"
Target strolled up to the window. "Hey Mr. E," she greeted.
"Hey Sweetheart. Great headline this morning, murder struck last night," he explained.
"Oh really?" Target asked, as if she didn't know. A quiver hidden in her voice. "I'se didn't know! Did dey catch da guy?" she asked. "Sixty please."
"Not yet, but they say it was a young girl. The police have a witness," Edwards explained, handing Target her papers.
"Great, witnesses," Target thought to herself and walked over to Crutchy.
"Hey look Target, it's all 'bout you'se and dat kid you'se soaked," Crutchy said, grinning and continued flipping through the paper.
"I'se told you'se it was gonna be in da papes," Target argued and slapped the brim of his hat. Jack and Skittery came up from behind Target, papers in hand.
"Me and Skit is gonna come sell papes wit you'se," Jack placed his hand on her shoulder. "Just so we can keep an eye on you'se," he explained and squeezed her shoulder. Jack chose Skittery to accompany him to protect Target because he learned another side to Skit and now knew he could trust him. Skittery wouldn't need Jack's trust more than ever right now.
Jack, Target, and Skittery made their way down Merlin Avenue. The day had gone well and business was great because of the new and startling headline.
"Extree', extree'! Moider in Manhattan! Thank you'se, sir," Jack said, receiving a penny from an elderly man in a gray suit.
"Get your papes heah!" Target yelled. An old woman approached her and bought a paper from Marie. The woman began to walk, then suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned around and stared at Target.
"You," she squeaked. Jack and Skittery looked at the woman. "You're that girl I saw kill that young man." She said pointing a bony finger at Target.
"Get outta heah!" Jack yelled and pushed Target and Skittery in the opposite direction.
"Police! Police! Get her!" she screamed and caught the attention of a group of officers across the street. Jack, Skittery, and Target were already halfway down the street when the police began to chase them.
"Whose dat?" asked Jack, still sprinting like mad.
"Dat was da old hag dat saw me and Lils kill dat kid," Target explained, letting it all spill out at once. "What do we do?" she asked.
"Just keep runnin'!" Skittery commanded as they dashed passed people, shops, carts, and carriages. They could hear the screaming whistle of the officer behind them. "Go through dare!" Skittery said and lead them into a tiny alleyway. They waited there until they saw the law run pass. The three of them gave a sigh of relief. They waited there until the sound of the whistle could not longer be heard.
"All right, I'se think it's clear," Jack whispered. Jack and Skittery were first out of the alleyway and into the street. Target began to maneuver around some old crates when a rough hand grabbed her arm.
"You're under arrest," she heard. Marie spun around and did what any desperate person would do. She balled up her fist and swung with all her might. She hit the officer dead in the nose; she felt the bone crush from the force of the punch. The man let go of her arm and brought both hands to his face.
Jack and Skittery saw everything, even the aftermath of blood flowing forth from his broken nose.
"Sorry mista," she mumbled, scrambling out of the crammed space. She had only taken two or three steps when the other four officers tackled her from behind. Knocking her to the ground, they pulled both her arms behind her back.
"Target!" Skittery yelled.
"Get outta heah," was her command. "Now!" she shouted.
"No," Jack said.
"GO!" she yelled, struggling to get free.
"I'm not leaving," Skittery said, staring into Target's eyes.
"Skit, please!" he heard her say with a shaky voice. " Get outta heah!"
Jack grabbed his buddy by the arms, pulling him away. Behind them, Target was still struggling for freedom.
"Damn! You'se breakin' me arms! Ease off," Target said to the officer holding her arms.
The two boys ran down the street.
"We're gonna get her back," began Jack panting. "Right?" he asked.
"We'd better," Skittery explained, jumping over a few flower baskets.
"I'se got it! You'se go dat ways, get da fellas. I'll go dis way. Tell 'em ta meet me at Tibby's, pronto," ordered Jack. The two boys sprinted in the opposite directions, rounding up the rest of the Newsies.
"Alright!" David yelled, trying to calm everyone down, even Tig. "Let Jack talk," he commanded.
"It's okay Davie, sit down," Cowboy mumbled. Everyone was crowded around the center table in the restaurant. The sky outside had grown dark and cloudy, though it was still mid-day. "Okay, what they'll probably do is sit her in dis room wit odder fellas-dat's what dey did ta me-and den they'll take her ta da court. So, what I'm figurin' is we'd betta get ova dare before dey do," Jack explained, lighting a cigarette. He took a look at Skittery in the seat next to him. Skit turned his face the other way as he laid his head on the table. Jack put his hand on the back of Skit's neck and gently squeezed the muscle. "Hey, no worries Skit. We'll get her back."
Just then, Spot burst through the front door of Tibby's. "I'se just got woid. Where is she?" he asked.
Skittery quickly lifted his head off the table. Spot hurriedly made his way over to Jack, shoving and pushing people out of his way. He slammed his fist on the table where Jack and Skittery were sitting. "Where is she, Kelly? Where is she? I'se wanna know!"
Jack stood up and placed both his hands on Spot's shoulders. "She's fine Spot. Calm your ass down. She's probably wit da bulls somewhere. We'll all go downtown ta da court room and try ta clear her name," Jack said with eyes of concern.
"She bedda be alright, Kelly! If not, I'm holdin' you'se and.and," Spot said, pointing to Skittery, ".and.ah. Skittery heah responsible! Am I'se clear?" Spot asked.
"Poifectly," Skittery said, getting up from his seat. Spot looked at Skit in disgust.
"I'll meet you'se guys," pausing, Spot looked over, "and Tig in da court room in ten minutes," Spot said, holding up only five fingers. Mush and some of the other boys laughed as Spot stormed out of Tibby's.
"What's it lookin' like, Bumlets?" Jack asked. Bumlets looked out the window.
"It ain't gonna start pourin' for a couple hours yet," he answered, turning back to the crowd around the table.
"That gives us plenty of time ta get ta court and get back," explained Tig. Mush put his muscular arms around her for her answer, then kissed her neck.
"Okay," Jack began, "no questions. Let's go." The herd of Newsies flooded out of Tibby's, one-by-one into the empty streets of Manhattan. The air was thick, the sky was dark and there was that feeling of serenity that always comes just before a summer storm. Skittery led the way, as Jack, Tig, Mush, and the others followed behind. No one said anything on the way there, not today.
******** OMG! You guys, I am SO sorry! I never meant for this to not be posted until now! I've been so busy with so many things these past weeks and well...I'm sure you all understand what I'm talking about! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 2004 baby! I have a good feeling about this year for some reason, don't ask why, I don't know myself! Oh, by the way, if you look at the reviews, you can see the message the author of this brilliant(well, I think so!) story, Kris, wrote(if you do read it, yes, she actually calls me Mush and I call her Spot). I'm sure she wishes you all the best wishes, seeing as how I haven't talked to her in so long! Going to two seperate high schools after being together at the same elementary and jr. high all your life sucks! Oh well, such is life! Remember, R/R, even if it's only, "This is good," it makes all the difference in the world!
JustDuck: Just wanted to let you know that when I DO talk to Kris, you're always the one she asks about, even before me! Hope you're feeling the love! LOL