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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
November 25, 1900. 7:00p.m.
A few weeks past and Lily and Target had gained weight.
"You'se is da love of me life," explained Skittery to Marie. "Will you'se grow old wit me and be mine forever?" he asked.
"You'se don't even have ta ask twice. Me answer will always be yes." The group of Newsies walked down Main Street toward Tibby's. Mush, Jack, Rory and the rest of the gang strolled ahead of Jones and McCoy. Skit and Marie traveled behind, his arm around her waist. The twilight merged from behind the buildings.
"HEY!!" someone yelled from behind. The group spun around to see Spot Conlon standing in the middle of the street.
"Oh no," Marie whispered to herself.
"What are you'se doin' wit me goil?" yelled Spot. Target stepped forward.
"I'se ain't your goil no more Spot."
Skittery walked up beside her.
"Yeah, who says?" Spot asked, also stepping forward.
"I'se do!" Skittery rang out.
"You're... you're wit dis asshole?" asked Spot as his face got hot and red.
"Hey listen Spot, you'se and I'se fought everyday. I'se don't wanna be wit someone who thinks I'm some prize ta be won and shows me off as one," explained Target. "It's over. I'm not your's anymore and never will be."
"If I'se can't have you'se, no one will!" exclaimed the red faced Spot Conlon. He saw a sleeping officer near by. He ran over and snatched his gun out of it's holster. Running back into the middle of the street, he held the revolver and drew back the hammer with his thumb.
The Newsies realized what was about to occur. Spot made stiff his arm and clenched the gun tightly in his right hand. He pulled the metal trigger and sent the bullet whizzing through the air. It headed straight for Skittery's heart. Immediately, Target realized what she had to do. Without hesitation, she stepped infront of Skittery and took the bullet as her act of love.
The bullet struck Target in the chest, sending a jolt of pain through her body. It was as if the whole world had just stopped. The air grew thick as Target fell to her knees. The Newsies, as well as Spot, stood horrified without speaking a word.
Skittery, Shortcake, and Lily ran to the bleeding Marie lying in the middle of the street. Dark clouds suddenly seemed to fill the sky at that instant. Skittery took the bleeding girl in his arms. Tig and Shortcake knelt down beside him at his aid. Their eyes quickly filled with tears as well as the rest of the Newsies. Target struggled to hang on as Tig, Skit, and Rory bent over her. Skittery pushed her hair out of her face.
"My God, I'se... Lord Target... You'se...God, there's so much blood," Skit tried to continue speaking but was interrupted by tears. Target's shirt slowly turned red with the stain of blood. Skit placed his hand over the wound to try to slow the bleeding. Another jolt of pain shot through her frail body. Jack looked quickly at the stunned Spot.
"You'se... you'se piece of trash!!!" he screamed in anger. "I'm gonna kill you'se!" he continued shouting and tried to make a mad dash for Spot. Race, Blink, and Mush held him back.
"Jack! Jack, you'se can't kill him!" shouted Blink
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Cause I'se am!" and they began running toward Spot. The Newsies chased him down the street and out of Manhattan.
"Target?" began Tig. "Sweetie, don't give up on me, okay? You can't die on me because you promised we would die together, remember? You promised..," she took Target's trembling hand. "And today is not that day," Tig finished explained. Target's gray eyes began to fill with salty tears that streamed down her face. Raindrops fell from the cloudy sky above.
"Marie, please don't leave me," Skittery looked up. "Shortcake, run and find a doctor as fast as you'se can," he looked back at Target. "I'se can't live witout you'se, we'se was suppose ta grow old together. Please, don't die on me. You'se can make it, Angelface, just hold on." He looked into her weak eyes.
"Just hold me Skitty-Boy," she managed to say.
"What do you'se need? Anything?"
"I'se... I'se need you'se ta take care of our baby," she explained, tears strolling down her face.
"You're, you're pregnant? I'm gonna be a daddy? You'se gotta hold on! I'se need you'se so much Marie," he held her close, so close the grim reaper couldn't pry them apart.
She summoned enough strength to bestow him a smile and say, "I'se love you'se Skittery, never forget dat." He kissed her as she slowly closed her eyes. Supposedly, the grim reaper had won.
Just then, the doctor and Shortcake came running down the street. Skit knelt hunched over Target. Lily lay crying beside the bleeding girl. The doctor slid on his knees beside Marie and he placed his stethoscope to her heart. He heard a soft and weak, "Thu thump, thu thump."
"She's still alive," he said between breaths. "She's just passed out, but we have to move quickly," explained the doctor. "We need to lay her down somewhere," he continued. Skit picked her up in his arms. Blood ran from his fingers down his forearms.
"Follow me," Skit ordered. The four ran back to the Lodging House. Skittery darted up the stairs with Target in his arms. The group got to the second floor.
"Get her to my room," ordered Tig, pointing to the door. The doctor opened the door for Skittery; he laid her down on the soft bed. The doctor knelt beside Target and examined the wound, then opened his bag.
"She has about fifty percent chance of surviving; the wound is deep," explained the doctor. "Will you please leave the room," he asked. The three left the room, closing the door behind them. Just then, the rest of the Newsies came flying up the stairs. Skit and the girls stood in silence. Jack and the boys stopped when they reached the top of the steps.
Out of breath, Jack asked, "Where is she? Is she okay?"
Skittery looked at the ground and scratched the back of his neck. "The doc says Target's got a fifty percent chance of livin', whateva dat means," Skittery explained.
Race stepped forward. "Dat means were screwed."
November 25, 1900. 9:00
Skittery sat downstairs, by the window, on the bench as everyone paced back and forth across the room. He then got off his seat and began to sing,
"You've left me now and it's seasoned my soul,
and wit every step you'se take I'se watch another part of you'se go.
I'se continue ta build da wall,
you'se were so strong, I'se fell ta my knees...
And I'se don't think I'se can't handle dis at all.
Just one more night I'd like ta lie and hold you'se, yes and feel...
Ta make you'se smile, I'd like ta be dare for you'se, have you forgotten me?
And da days go by, doin' nothin' 'bout 'em...
How much time will I'se have ta spend? My mind won't rest and I'se won't sleep, not even in me dreams
If you'se did believe for my sake...if you'se ever did believe...
And the days go by, doin' nothin' 'bout 'em
How much time will I'se have ta spend?
Baby don't leave me
I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you'se please.
Please don't leave me."
Skit sang with his heart and soul, he was on his knees begging God to save the life of his love. Target meant the world to him and now she wasn't far from having a child; she had a reason to live. He was going to be a father. He wanted this so much it was crazy.
The room was swept with silence as the doctor walked into the room. A look of grief fell from Skittery's face and he got up off of his knees. "Oh no," he whispered to himself. He began walking towards the doctor. "Tell me she's ok, please," begged Skit, grabbing the doctor's shirt.
"She'll be fine," he explained, wiping his hands with a washcloth. Skittery's head whipped around to the others behind him, his eyes watering. He pushed the doctor out of his way and burst into Tig's room. Marie lay on Tig's bed, her blood splattered here and there. She was peacefully sleeping under what use to be white covers. The bullet was removed, washed and dressed with bandages.
Skittery walked over to Target, she slowly opened her gray eyes and gave a weak, "Hey."
The rest of the Newsies stood in the doorway, watching Skittery and Target. Skit kissed her numerous times.
"My God, don't eva do dat ta me again! I'se thought I'se lost you'se." She forced a soft smile.
"You'se almost did!" she said. His eyes traveled to her stomach. He then looked into her eyes.
"I'm gonna be a daddy!" he exclaimed.
"WHAT?" shouted the Newsies behind him. Target and Skittery looked back at eachother.
"You're gonna be a daddy," she repeated, kissing him. Smiles spread across everyone's faces. Target looked up at Tig. "Tig's pregnant, too!" she exclaimed. Everyone gasped.
"Surprise!" replied Lily. Target coughed a little as she tried not to laugh.
"Whoa, take it easy Angelface," ordered Skittery. Target continued coughing. She grabbed Skittery's hand and squeezed it tightly, trying to ease the pain in her chest. Some Newsies stepped closer to Target as she ceased her coughing.
"Oh boy, I'se really did it dis time, huh Skitty-Boy?" Target asked with soft eyes.
"You'll be okay, just close your eyes and rest, Angelface," he suggested, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Tell Tig I'se is sorry 'bout ruining da sheets, 'kay Skit?" Target said, pointing to the blood.
"Sure thing," Skittery responded and kissed his wounded love.
The group waited a few minutes while the two embraced until Mush spoke out, "He-hem!" he cleared his throat, breaking the two apart. They chuckled and Target began coughing again.
"Sorry!" they said apologetically. Everyone left the room. Skittery kissed Marie once more and left the room for her to rest.
Weeks passed and Target healed. She and Lily sat in their room as the boys and Rory came home from work.
"I'se hates bein' pregnant!" moaned Marie. "I'se can't do nuttin'. I'se just sits in dis damn house all day!" Target turned away from the window she had been looking out of. Target looked at her stomach. "Can't wait till I'se finally see me little goil," she said, turning back to the window.
"How do you know it's a girl?" Lily questioned.
"How can I'se not know it's a goil?" Target walked over to Lily, who was sitting in a rocker, knitting something. Target sat down in the chair beside her and began singing to her unborn child. "Try Bottle Alley or da harbor."
Tig put down her knitting and joined in. "Try Central Park, it's guaranteed. Try any banker, bum, or barber."
"Dey almost all knows how ta read." They sang like nobody's business. They sang it so often that they figured their children would know it when they where born.
They didn't always have good times; Lily and Target went back and forth with mood swings. Some days the yelling didn't stop, but they never meant anything they said to eachother or the boys. Often Blink would asked Jack, "Is it safe ta have two mood swingin' ladies in da same room?" But no one ever got hurt.
Since Target spent her nights with Skittery, they had to take two beds and place them together. No pregnant woman would want to climb into a top bunk every night, or try to get out of one.
News had gone well for a few months, due to the fact that Spot Conlon turned up dead in an alleyway. Papers told how he had accidentally shot Marie and couldn't live with the guilt and heartache.
**** Okay, so this chapter is longer(woo-hoo)! I hope everyone swallowed the news of Tig and Target's pregnancies. Well, this chapter was an exciting one! I was holding on to my seat, hoping Target would make it through okay, even if I alreading read it! I hope everyone is well and make sure you review! Adios!
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
November 25, 1900. 7:00p.m.
A few weeks past and Lily and Target had gained weight.
"You'se is da love of me life," explained Skittery to Marie. "Will you'se grow old wit me and be mine forever?" he asked.
"You'se don't even have ta ask twice. Me answer will always be yes." The group of Newsies walked down Main Street toward Tibby's. Mush, Jack, Rory and the rest of the gang strolled ahead of Jones and McCoy. Skit and Marie traveled behind, his arm around her waist. The twilight merged from behind the buildings.
"HEY!!" someone yelled from behind. The group spun around to see Spot Conlon standing in the middle of the street.
"Oh no," Marie whispered to herself.
"What are you'se doin' wit me goil?" yelled Spot. Target stepped forward.
"I'se ain't your goil no more Spot."
Skittery walked up beside her.
"Yeah, who says?" Spot asked, also stepping forward.
"I'se do!" Skittery rang out.
"You're... you're wit dis asshole?" asked Spot as his face got hot and red.
"Hey listen Spot, you'se and I'se fought everyday. I'se don't wanna be wit someone who thinks I'm some prize ta be won and shows me off as one," explained Target. "It's over. I'm not your's anymore and never will be."
"If I'se can't have you'se, no one will!" exclaimed the red faced Spot Conlon. He saw a sleeping officer near by. He ran over and snatched his gun out of it's holster. Running back into the middle of the street, he held the revolver and drew back the hammer with his thumb.
The Newsies realized what was about to occur. Spot made stiff his arm and clenched the gun tightly in his right hand. He pulled the metal trigger and sent the bullet whizzing through the air. It headed straight for Skittery's heart. Immediately, Target realized what she had to do. Without hesitation, she stepped infront of Skittery and took the bullet as her act of love.
The bullet struck Target in the chest, sending a jolt of pain through her body. It was as if the whole world had just stopped. The air grew thick as Target fell to her knees. The Newsies, as well as Spot, stood horrified without speaking a word.
Skittery, Shortcake, and Lily ran to the bleeding Marie lying in the middle of the street. Dark clouds suddenly seemed to fill the sky at that instant. Skittery took the bleeding girl in his arms. Tig and Shortcake knelt down beside him at his aid. Their eyes quickly filled with tears as well as the rest of the Newsies. Target struggled to hang on as Tig, Skit, and Rory bent over her. Skittery pushed her hair out of her face.
"My God, I'se... Lord Target... You'se...God, there's so much blood," Skit tried to continue speaking but was interrupted by tears. Target's shirt slowly turned red with the stain of blood. Skit placed his hand over the wound to try to slow the bleeding. Another jolt of pain shot through her frail body. Jack looked quickly at the stunned Spot.
"You'se... you'se piece of trash!!!" he screamed in anger. "I'm gonna kill you'se!" he continued shouting and tried to make a mad dash for Spot. Race, Blink, and Mush held him back.
"Jack! Jack, you'se can't kill him!" shouted Blink
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Cause I'se am!" and they began running toward Spot. The Newsies chased him down the street and out of Manhattan.
"Target?" began Tig. "Sweetie, don't give up on me, okay? You can't die on me because you promised we would die together, remember? You promised..," she took Target's trembling hand. "And today is not that day," Tig finished explained. Target's gray eyes began to fill with salty tears that streamed down her face. Raindrops fell from the cloudy sky above.
"Marie, please don't leave me," Skittery looked up. "Shortcake, run and find a doctor as fast as you'se can," he looked back at Target. "I'se can't live witout you'se, we'se was suppose ta grow old together. Please, don't die on me. You'se can make it, Angelface, just hold on." He looked into her weak eyes.
"Just hold me Skitty-Boy," she managed to say.
"What do you'se need? Anything?"
"I'se... I'se need you'se ta take care of our baby," she explained, tears strolling down her face.
"You're, you're pregnant? I'm gonna be a daddy? You'se gotta hold on! I'se need you'se so much Marie," he held her close, so close the grim reaper couldn't pry them apart.
She summoned enough strength to bestow him a smile and say, "I'se love you'se Skittery, never forget dat." He kissed her as she slowly closed her eyes. Supposedly, the grim reaper had won.
Just then, the doctor and Shortcake came running down the street. Skit knelt hunched over Target. Lily lay crying beside the bleeding girl. The doctor slid on his knees beside Marie and he placed his stethoscope to her heart. He heard a soft and weak, "Thu thump, thu thump."
"She's still alive," he said between breaths. "She's just passed out, but we have to move quickly," explained the doctor. "We need to lay her down somewhere," he continued. Skit picked her up in his arms. Blood ran from his fingers down his forearms.
"Follow me," Skit ordered. The four ran back to the Lodging House. Skittery darted up the stairs with Target in his arms. The group got to the second floor.
"Get her to my room," ordered Tig, pointing to the door. The doctor opened the door for Skittery; he laid her down on the soft bed. The doctor knelt beside Target and examined the wound, then opened his bag.
"She has about fifty percent chance of surviving; the wound is deep," explained the doctor. "Will you please leave the room," he asked. The three left the room, closing the door behind them. Just then, the rest of the Newsies came flying up the stairs. Skit and the girls stood in silence. Jack and the boys stopped when they reached the top of the steps.
Out of breath, Jack asked, "Where is she? Is she okay?"
Skittery looked at the ground and scratched the back of his neck. "The doc says Target's got a fifty percent chance of livin', whateva dat means," Skittery explained.
Race stepped forward. "Dat means were screwed."
November 25, 1900. 9:00
Skittery sat downstairs, by the window, on the bench as everyone paced back and forth across the room. He then got off his seat and began to sing,
"You've left me now and it's seasoned my soul,
and wit every step you'se take I'se watch another part of you'se go.
I'se continue ta build da wall,
you'se were so strong, I'se fell ta my knees...
And I'se don't think I'se can't handle dis at all.
Just one more night I'd like ta lie and hold you'se, yes and feel...
Ta make you'se smile, I'd like ta be dare for you'se, have you forgotten me?
And da days go by, doin' nothin' 'bout 'em...
How much time will I'se have ta spend? My mind won't rest and I'se won't sleep, not even in me dreams
If you'se did believe for my sake...if you'se ever did believe...
And the days go by, doin' nothin' 'bout 'em
How much time will I'se have ta spend?
Baby don't leave me
I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you'se please.
Please don't leave me."
Skit sang with his heart and soul, he was on his knees begging God to save the life of his love. Target meant the world to him and now she wasn't far from having a child; she had a reason to live. He was going to be a father. He wanted this so much it was crazy.
The room was swept with silence as the doctor walked into the room. A look of grief fell from Skittery's face and he got up off of his knees. "Oh no," he whispered to himself. He began walking towards the doctor. "Tell me she's ok, please," begged Skit, grabbing the doctor's shirt.
"She'll be fine," he explained, wiping his hands with a washcloth. Skittery's head whipped around to the others behind him, his eyes watering. He pushed the doctor out of his way and burst into Tig's room. Marie lay on Tig's bed, her blood splattered here and there. She was peacefully sleeping under what use to be white covers. The bullet was removed, washed and dressed with bandages.
Skittery walked over to Target, she slowly opened her gray eyes and gave a weak, "Hey."
The rest of the Newsies stood in the doorway, watching Skittery and Target. Skit kissed her numerous times.
"My God, don't eva do dat ta me again! I'se thought I'se lost you'se." She forced a soft smile.
"You'se almost did!" she said. His eyes traveled to her stomach. He then looked into her eyes.
"I'm gonna be a daddy!" he exclaimed.
"WHAT?" shouted the Newsies behind him. Target and Skittery looked back at eachother.
"You're gonna be a daddy," she repeated, kissing him. Smiles spread across everyone's faces. Target looked up at Tig. "Tig's pregnant, too!" she exclaimed. Everyone gasped.
"Surprise!" replied Lily. Target coughed a little as she tried not to laugh.
"Whoa, take it easy Angelface," ordered Skittery. Target continued coughing. She grabbed Skittery's hand and squeezed it tightly, trying to ease the pain in her chest. Some Newsies stepped closer to Target as she ceased her coughing.
"Oh boy, I'se really did it dis time, huh Skitty-Boy?" Target asked with soft eyes.
"You'll be okay, just close your eyes and rest, Angelface," he suggested, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Tell Tig I'se is sorry 'bout ruining da sheets, 'kay Skit?" Target said, pointing to the blood.
"Sure thing," Skittery responded and kissed his wounded love.
The group waited a few minutes while the two embraced until Mush spoke out, "He-hem!" he cleared his throat, breaking the two apart. They chuckled and Target began coughing again.
"Sorry!" they said apologetically. Everyone left the room. Skittery kissed Marie once more and left the room for her to rest.
Weeks passed and Target healed. She and Lily sat in their room as the boys and Rory came home from work.
"I'se hates bein' pregnant!" moaned Marie. "I'se can't do nuttin'. I'se just sits in dis damn house all day!" Target turned away from the window she had been looking out of. Target looked at her stomach. "Can't wait till I'se finally see me little goil," she said, turning back to the window.
"How do you know it's a girl?" Lily questioned.
"How can I'se not know it's a goil?" Target walked over to Lily, who was sitting in a rocker, knitting something. Target sat down in the chair beside her and began singing to her unborn child. "Try Bottle Alley or da harbor."
Tig put down her knitting and joined in. "Try Central Park, it's guaranteed. Try any banker, bum, or barber."
"Dey almost all knows how ta read." They sang like nobody's business. They sang it so often that they figured their children would know it when they where born.
They didn't always have good times; Lily and Target went back and forth with mood swings. Some days the yelling didn't stop, but they never meant anything they said to eachother or the boys. Often Blink would asked Jack, "Is it safe ta have two mood swingin' ladies in da same room?" But no one ever got hurt.
Since Target spent her nights with Skittery, they had to take two beds and place them together. No pregnant woman would want to climb into a top bunk every night, or try to get out of one.
News had gone well for a few months, due to the fact that Spot Conlon turned up dead in an alleyway. Papers told how he had accidentally shot Marie and couldn't live with the guilt and heartache.
**** Okay, so this chapter is longer(woo-hoo)! I hope everyone swallowed the news of Tig and Target's pregnancies. Well, this chapter was an exciting one! I was holding on to my seat, hoping Target would make it through okay, even if I alreading read it! I hope everyone is well and make sure you review! Adios!