Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Disney obviously does(*tear* Lucky
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
Outside in the dead of night Jack assisted Target on to the slippery rooftop.
"Hey Jackie-Boy! Did ya miss me?" she asked sarcastically.
"Just help me get Skit back up heah, 'kay?" he asked, throwing the rope back over the wall. Skittery was still smiling when the rope was lowered down to him. He placed the loop back under his arms and around his chest. Jack tossed the end of the rope to Target. "Get ready ta pull," he ordered. Skittery gave a tug on the rope. "Pull!" Jack said to Target behind him. The two hoisted Skittery back onto the rooftop.
"Lets get outta heah," whispered Marie, shivering in the cold rain as it continued to fall steadily.
"Da rest of da fellas is watchin' out down below," explained Jack, walking quickly. Target stopped Skittery while Jack continued walking. She placed both hands on Skit's face and kissed him once more, just for the hell of it. She pushed her fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back behind his ears.
"Do you'se like doin' dat, or is it just me?" he asked, holding Marie close to him, also trying to keep warm.
"What do you'se think?" Target asked, kissing him once more before running to catch up with Jack.
"She likes it," Skittery said to himself.
Reaching the muddy ground below, the boys rushed to greet Target and the others.
"Hey fellas, how's da weather?" she asked humorously.
"Why can't all break-outs be dis easy? asked Boots.
"Cause all damsels in distress ain't always dat light," Jack said, referring to Crutchy.
"Good job gettin' me outta dat cell, boys," complimented Target as the rain continued to beat down, soaking her hat. She took it off and rang it out. "But how do we'se bust out of dis joint?" she asked, looking around. Skittery came behind Target and placed a strong arm around her waist. She was his girl now, and they wanted the boys to know it.
"Follow me," Jack said. The Newsies pushed and shoved to get out of the muddy refuge square.
"Hope Mush and Tig aren't gettin' inta any trouble," Target mumbled to herself.
It was about one in the morning. The Newsies were cold, wet, and tired as the entered the Lodging House.
Mush had Tig pressed up against the wall. The Newsies stood in the doorway in silence, watching he two cuddling each other. Target looked at the rest of the boys and then cleared her throat.
"Hem-hem." Mush pulled away from Tig, turning to the group. "I'se see you'se two have been busy!" exclaimed Target. The two blushed with embarrassment as Target lit up. The boys behind her were ringing out their clothes. Puddles began forming beneath the wet Newsies.
"Come with me!" Tig ordered, grabbing Target by the arm in to their separate room. Mush sat down with the rest of the boys and told them the good news.
"How'd Tig take it?" asked Crutchy.
"She said 'yes' if dat's what you'se wanted ta know," replied Mush. "I'se wonder if she told Target yet," he asked aloud. Suddenly there came a lively scream from he bedroom. "Guess dat answers me question." Everyone laughed and looked at the door. Target came running out of the room and tackled Mush off the stool. Flying a few feet through the air, they fell to the floor.
"Mush, you'se son of a gun, I'se knew you'se would ask anyday now! You'se little bastard, you'se son of a gun," she yelled, giving him a giant hug. "You'se little," only a few mumbles could be heard as she playfully punched him in the arm and chest. Tig stood watching Target's reaction towards Mush.
The day had gone from bad, to worse, to wonderful in a matter of hours. The rain had stopped and the clouds cleared from the sky, the stars began to show and it became the perfect night.
"Guess we'se took care of dat scabba problem," said Race, stretching out on his bunk. Target lay across the bunk above him, looking down at the Newsies. She placed her head atop her hands and watch contently.
"Yeah, dose scabbas ain't gonna mess wit us anymore, s'long as we'se got Target," said Mush as he held Tig. Target had had her eyes closed when he had said this but decided to open them.
"Hey kid, I'se ain't killin' anymore scabbas!" she exclaimed, turning over on her back and looking up at the cracked ceiling. Target placed her hands over her face, as if she was playing peek-a-boo. She rubbed her eyes and listened to the conversations below; her head was hanging half-way off of the bunk. Cool air brushed passed her face as the Newsies walked back and forth. She placed her hands behind her head, thoughts scrambling through her tired mind.
Jack was sitting on the bottom bunk next to hers and Mush and Tig sat beside him. Some younger Newsies were sitting on the floor between the two bunks. Racetrack lay sleepily in the bed beneath Target's. Skittery was nowhere to be seen. Everyone else was resting in their beds. Only a lantern was lit and placed near Jack's feet. Little did Target know(or maybe it was that she forgot) that the bunk she was lying on belonged to Skittery Jones.
"Ya know, I'll probably get anudda five months for dis," Target said with a large yawn.
"Dat's da foist rule, don't get caught," answered Race. Target gave a slight laugh, then turned back on her stomach.
Looking at Race on the bunk beneath her, she replied, "Yeah, just like dose cigars you'se got caught stealin'! Now, what was da foist rule, Race?" she asked sarcastically. The group laughed quietly at Race. The young boys who had been sitting on the floor had gone to bed, as well as the older ones.
A light glow was released from the flame in the lantern. Only the five remaining could be seen in its rays; it was pitch black in the rest of the room. Target turned once more on her back and closed her eyes. She had removed the vest she had stolen earlier that day, as well as her suspenders, shoes, and soaking wet socks. A long while later, she began to drift into sleep when she felt something soft, like lips, on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes. Skittery was hovering over her with a soft smile beaming. Target was lying on her back and Skittery's face was upside down. She turned over and sat up face to face with Jones. Marie noticed the rest of the group had gone to sleep; Jack in his bunk, Tig was lying with a shirtless Mush.
"Sorry 'bout takin' your steam graitin," which, in Newsies terms was, 'a place to sleep.' She began to climb down. "Wonder what Kloppman's gonna say 'bout Tig and Meyers over dare," She whispered. Skittery turned his head to see Lily place her arm across Mush's chest. Mush held her close. Skit turned back to Marie without saying a word. She began to walk toward her room. "Better get ta bed den," she continued. Skittery took a few steps toward her.
"Need any company?" he asked. She looked up to him and kissed him good night.
"Maybe next time, Skitty-Boy," she explained sadly. She removed her arms from around his neck and walked to her room. She stopped short of the doorway and returned a soft smile, then went to bed. Skittery stood there for a few minutes and watched her leave. He turned around and made his way back to his bunk. He flung back the covers and began to climb up when he heard Jack from behind him.
"Whoo! Way ta go Rom-e-o!" Skittery took the pillow off his bunk and began to hit Jack with it.
About an hour later Target was the only one awake. She lay on her bed as the moonlight streaked through the window and across the floor. Her eyebrows pressed together in frustration, she looked to the door then back at the ceiling. Marie gave a deep sigh and began to relax. She lifted her up and said, "You'se only live once." Again, she looked to the door and then smiled. Marie got onto the cold floor and walked across the room. There was no need for a lantern, for her eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
She journeyed into the boys sleeping quarters and quietly walked over to Skit's bunk. He had removed his shirt, revealing his hard chest and abdominal muscles. She slowly climbed up into his bunk and lay beside him. She wrapped her arms around him, then without warning, he did the same.
"Seems you'se ain't da only one still awake, Marie McCoy," whispered Skittery, opening his eyes. "Now, I'se wonder what Kloppman'll say 'bout us in da morning," he said, kissing her forehead. Target said nothing and kissed him good night again. "I'se thought this stuff makes you'se sick," whispered Skit. Target ran her fingers through his soft brown hair.
"Not when it's with you'se," she whispered. They both fell into a peaceful slumber in each other's arms.
**** Well, what do ya know, Target's a slut! LOL j/k! Hopefully Kris doesn't see that, but than again, Tig's also sleeping in Mush's bunk, but they're engaged....oh well! Anywho, hope ya'll liked this chapter(I'm sure you did, but it's my job to say that)! Now that everything has calmed down with my grandma(well, on MY terms) I can start to post again! Kris worte another note to you guys in the reviews, so if you wanna check it out, go ahead! Other than that, adios amigos!
JustDuck: Yes, Target's placement with Skit in the last chapter was surely a jealous one for us all! I teared when I was reading the parts between Mush and Tig(Thank you, Kris)! Drop this story, *gasp*, NEVER! LOL And yes, I praised her over and over again and gave her the hug!
my dog ate my penname: Don't worry about not reviewing for every chapter, it's understandable (just as long as you let us know you're still alive)! Doesn't everyone love at least a LITTLE romance *sigh, then stops daydreaming of shirtless Mush*, anywho! 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
Outside in the dead of night Jack assisted Target on to the slippery rooftop.
"Hey Jackie-Boy! Did ya miss me?" she asked sarcastically.
"Just help me get Skit back up heah, 'kay?" he asked, throwing the rope back over the wall. Skittery was still smiling when the rope was lowered down to him. He placed the loop back under his arms and around his chest. Jack tossed the end of the rope to Target. "Get ready ta pull," he ordered. Skittery gave a tug on the rope. "Pull!" Jack said to Target behind him. The two hoisted Skittery back onto the rooftop.
"Lets get outta heah," whispered Marie, shivering in the cold rain as it continued to fall steadily.
"Da rest of da fellas is watchin' out down below," explained Jack, walking quickly. Target stopped Skittery while Jack continued walking. She placed both hands on Skit's face and kissed him once more, just for the hell of it. She pushed her fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back behind his ears.
"Do you'se like doin' dat, or is it just me?" he asked, holding Marie close to him, also trying to keep warm.
"What do you'se think?" Target asked, kissing him once more before running to catch up with Jack.
"She likes it," Skittery said to himself.
Reaching the muddy ground below, the boys rushed to greet Target and the others.
"Hey fellas, how's da weather?" she asked humorously.
"Why can't all break-outs be dis easy? asked Boots.
"Cause all damsels in distress ain't always dat light," Jack said, referring to Crutchy.
"Good job gettin' me outta dat cell, boys," complimented Target as the rain continued to beat down, soaking her hat. She took it off and rang it out. "But how do we'se bust out of dis joint?" she asked, looking around. Skittery came behind Target and placed a strong arm around her waist. She was his girl now, and they wanted the boys to know it.
"Follow me," Jack said. The Newsies pushed and shoved to get out of the muddy refuge square.
"Hope Mush and Tig aren't gettin' inta any trouble," Target mumbled to herself.
It was about one in the morning. The Newsies were cold, wet, and tired as the entered the Lodging House.
Mush had Tig pressed up against the wall. The Newsies stood in the doorway in silence, watching he two cuddling each other. Target looked at the rest of the boys and then cleared her throat.
"Hem-hem." Mush pulled away from Tig, turning to the group. "I'se see you'se two have been busy!" exclaimed Target. The two blushed with embarrassment as Target lit up. The boys behind her were ringing out their clothes. Puddles began forming beneath the wet Newsies.
"Come with me!" Tig ordered, grabbing Target by the arm in to their separate room. Mush sat down with the rest of the boys and told them the good news.
"How'd Tig take it?" asked Crutchy.
"She said 'yes' if dat's what you'se wanted ta know," replied Mush. "I'se wonder if she told Target yet," he asked aloud. Suddenly there came a lively scream from he bedroom. "Guess dat answers me question." Everyone laughed and looked at the door. Target came running out of the room and tackled Mush off the stool. Flying a few feet through the air, they fell to the floor.
"Mush, you'se son of a gun, I'se knew you'se would ask anyday now! You'se little bastard, you'se son of a gun," she yelled, giving him a giant hug. "You'se little," only a few mumbles could be heard as she playfully punched him in the arm and chest. Tig stood watching Target's reaction towards Mush.
The day had gone from bad, to worse, to wonderful in a matter of hours. The rain had stopped and the clouds cleared from the sky, the stars began to show and it became the perfect night.
"Guess we'se took care of dat scabba problem," said Race, stretching out on his bunk. Target lay across the bunk above him, looking down at the Newsies. She placed her head atop her hands and watch contently.
"Yeah, dose scabbas ain't gonna mess wit us anymore, s'long as we'se got Target," said Mush as he held Tig. Target had had her eyes closed when he had said this but decided to open them.
"Hey kid, I'se ain't killin' anymore scabbas!" she exclaimed, turning over on her back and looking up at the cracked ceiling. Target placed her hands over her face, as if she was playing peek-a-boo. She rubbed her eyes and listened to the conversations below; her head was hanging half-way off of the bunk. Cool air brushed passed her face as the Newsies walked back and forth. She placed her hands behind her head, thoughts scrambling through her tired mind.
Jack was sitting on the bottom bunk next to hers and Mush and Tig sat beside him. Some younger Newsies were sitting on the floor between the two bunks. Racetrack lay sleepily in the bed beneath Target's. Skittery was nowhere to be seen. Everyone else was resting in their beds. Only a lantern was lit and placed near Jack's feet. Little did Target know(or maybe it was that she forgot) that the bunk she was lying on belonged to Skittery Jones.
"Ya know, I'll probably get anudda five months for dis," Target said with a large yawn.
"Dat's da foist rule, don't get caught," answered Race. Target gave a slight laugh, then turned back on her stomach.
Looking at Race on the bunk beneath her, she replied, "Yeah, just like dose cigars you'se got caught stealin'! Now, what was da foist rule, Race?" she asked sarcastically. The group laughed quietly at Race. The young boys who had been sitting on the floor had gone to bed, as well as the older ones.
A light glow was released from the flame in the lantern. Only the five remaining could be seen in its rays; it was pitch black in the rest of the room. Target turned once more on her back and closed her eyes. She had removed the vest she had stolen earlier that day, as well as her suspenders, shoes, and soaking wet socks. A long while later, she began to drift into sleep when she felt something soft, like lips, on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes. Skittery was hovering over her with a soft smile beaming. Target was lying on her back and Skittery's face was upside down. She turned over and sat up face to face with Jones. Marie noticed the rest of the group had gone to sleep; Jack in his bunk, Tig was lying with a shirtless Mush.
"Sorry 'bout takin' your steam graitin," which, in Newsies terms was, 'a place to sleep.' She began to climb down. "Wonder what Kloppman's gonna say 'bout Tig and Meyers over dare," She whispered. Skittery turned his head to see Lily place her arm across Mush's chest. Mush held her close. Skit turned back to Marie without saying a word. She began to walk toward her room. "Better get ta bed den," she continued. Skittery took a few steps toward her.
"Need any company?" he asked. She looked up to him and kissed him good night.
"Maybe next time, Skitty-Boy," she explained sadly. She removed her arms from around his neck and walked to her room. She stopped short of the doorway and returned a soft smile, then went to bed. Skittery stood there for a few minutes and watched her leave. He turned around and made his way back to his bunk. He flung back the covers and began to climb up when he heard Jack from behind him.
"Whoo! Way ta go Rom-e-o!" Skittery took the pillow off his bunk and began to hit Jack with it.
About an hour later Target was the only one awake. She lay on her bed as the moonlight streaked through the window and across the floor. Her eyebrows pressed together in frustration, she looked to the door then back at the ceiling. Marie gave a deep sigh and began to relax. She lifted her up and said, "You'se only live once." Again, she looked to the door and then smiled. Marie got onto the cold floor and walked across the room. There was no need for a lantern, for her eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
She journeyed into the boys sleeping quarters and quietly walked over to Skit's bunk. He had removed his shirt, revealing his hard chest and abdominal muscles. She slowly climbed up into his bunk and lay beside him. She wrapped her arms around him, then without warning, he did the same.
"Seems you'se ain't da only one still awake, Marie McCoy," whispered Skittery, opening his eyes. "Now, I'se wonder what Kloppman'll say 'bout us in da morning," he said, kissing her forehead. Target said nothing and kissed him good night again. "I'se thought this stuff makes you'se sick," whispered Skit. Target ran her fingers through his soft brown hair.
"Not when it's with you'se," she whispered. They both fell into a peaceful slumber in each other's arms.
**** Well, what do ya know, Target's a slut! LOL j/k! Hopefully Kris doesn't see that, but than again, Tig's also sleeping in Mush's bunk, but they're engaged....oh well! Anywho, hope ya'll liked this chapter(I'm sure you did, but it's my job to say that)! Now that everything has calmed down with my grandma(well, on MY terms) I can start to post again! Kris worte another note to you guys in the reviews, so if you wanna check it out, go ahead! Other than that, adios amigos!
JustDuck: Yes, Target's placement with Skit in the last chapter was surely a jealous one for us all! I teared when I was reading the parts between Mush and Tig(Thank you, Kris)! Drop this story, *gasp*, NEVER! LOL And yes, I praised her over and over again and gave her the hug!
my dog ate my penname: Don't worry about not reviewing for every chapter, it's understandable (just as long as you let us know you're still alive)! Doesn't everyone love at least a LITTLE romance *sigh, then stops daydreaming of shirtless Mush*, anywho! LOL