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
Three months, one week later. 11:30 a.m (April 4, 1901)
Everyone was home from work and resting in eachother's company. Lily and Marie were having pains out the ying-yang and mood swings left and right. Suddenly, Target's eye grew wide.
"Oh Lord!" she said. Tig looked at her, holding her stomach.
"What?" she asked angrily.
"I'se think me water just broke."
"I hate you," she said jokingly. Target began waving her arms.
"Guys!" she shouted. "Fellas, it's time! Get da damn doctor!" she commanded. "It's time!"
Specs ran and got the doctor and was back in about ten minutes. Everyone continued to tell Target, "Just keep breathing."
Rory on one side of her, Skittery on the other, Target held each of their hands and gripped them tightly, turning their knuckles white. The doctor and Specs came dashing up the stairs. Target was perspiring profusly.
Jokingly as the doctor walked over to her, she said to him, "Hi ya doc, long time no see!" It was the same man who treated her in November when she had been shot.
"Everyone please leave the room except for the father." He then pointed to Tig. "You're also due at any moment, stay here," he said. "You, assist me over here," he said to Shortcake. Everyone got up and rushed downstairs to tell Kloppman. "Get me a towel and a bowl of warm water," the doctor ordered and Rory did as she was told. Skittery sat by Target trying to soothe her. He pushed her hair once again out of her face and kissed her forehead.
"You'se can do it! Don't give up, ya heah?" Skit questioned. "You'se all right, Tig?" he asked, looked at Lily.
"Oh, don't worry about me. Just help Target," she explained.
"MUSH!" yelled Skittery. Mush came flying up the stairs.
"What?" he asked
"Go help Lily," he ordered. Mush did so. Some of the Newsies were hiding on the steps to hear what was going on. The doctor caught a glimpse of Racetrack's head pop up from behind a stair.
"You," he said to Race who looked up. "Come here. You can tell the boys downstairs what's going on," explained the doctor. Race nodded and agreed.
Five Minutes Later.
"I can see the head," explained the doctor. "Just push!" he ordered. Race turned down the steps.
"He sees a head!" Race repeated to the Newsies at the bottom of the stairs.
April 4, 1901. 11:40
"Okay, just one more push," said the doctor. Target did so and squeezed Skittery's hand harder then ever.
"AAAHHHH!" she screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. A high shrill rang out above hers.
"It's a girl!" said the doctor, holding her up.
"It's a goil!" Race said to the boys and ran up the rest of the stairs to Target. The doctor cleaned up Munchkin and handed her to the father.
"My baby goil, my little Munchkin," he whispered to his daughter. Target lay out of breath, beads of sweat drenched the sheets of her bed. Tig sat with Mush, amazed at the beautiful child. "Marie, you'se wanna hold your baby goil?" he asked, placing the infant in Target's arms. Her eyes went soft with joy.
"She's beautiful Skitty-Boy...my little goil." Target kept kissing her daughter. She had her father's bright green eyes, full of wonder, dark hair, and her mother's dimples, which sat upon rosy cheeks.
"Ah, ah, boys it's my turn!" shouted Tig in pain. The doctor rushed over to the other bed where she lay.
"Now Lily, just keep breathing, keep breathing," everyone said at different times.
"Just breath!" explained Target.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?" she shouted. Evelyn began to cry in her mother's arms. Racetrack walked over the new mother. Target looked up to him.
"Evy, you'se wanna meet your Uncle Race?" Target asked, handing him the child as he knelt beside the bed. The girl lay peacefully in his arms when, out of nowhere, she gave a soft smile toward him.
"She...she smiled at me. Did you'se see dat? She smiled at me!" he exclaimed happily.
"Hey she smiled at me, too," said Specs, who was standing beside him at the time.
"Waaa!" a voice cried.
"We have another girl!" shouted the doctor at everyone. The rest of the Newsies ran up the stairs to the new mothers.
"What's her name?" asked Target. Lily held her daughter in her arms. She had blue eyes and jet-black hair.
"Annabelle Elise Meyers. Since you used my name, I'll use yours," Tig explained. Target's middle name was Annabelle.
The stairs shimmered in the velvet night sky. Race was growing attached to Evelyn, as Rory was to Annabelle. Target and Lily rested as their daughter's curious eyes wondered around the room. Target lay in Skittery's bed and Lily in the one beside her. Rory and Race sat in-between the two with Bella and Evy.
"Bet you'se guy are glad dat's over!" Shortcake exclaimed. The two mothers giggled softly.
"You have no idea!" they both replied. Just then, Crutchy limped forward with the rest of the Newsies behind him. They had behind them something or things that were large and box like.
"For da new muddas, da boys and I'se got you'se dese," he explained as the group parted to reveal two beautiful cradles with Evelyn and Annabelle painted on the headboards. The girls gasped at the gift.
"Snoddy and Bumlets did da carpentry and Mush and Skit did da names." They could tell because the second 'e' on Evelyn was backwards.
"I'se want one," Rory said jokingly. Mush and Skittery walked over and sat on the soft bed beside their fianceés.
"How'd you know we were both having girls?" asked Tig. Mush kissed her softly.
"We didn't. We had to do what Skit said," he paused and looked at Target and Skittery, "we believed," he explained.
May 20, 1901
The May morning sun was warm and bright. The Newsies were up and about; the girls had been up since three, tending to their daughter's cries. They had kept the boys up all night. Some of the fellas went outside to sleep because they couldn't stand the repetitive shrieks coming from the babies.
"Ah, come on kid," whispered Target to her daughter, "can't you'se sleep for five minutes?" she asked with dark circles under her eyes. She rocked Munchkin in her arms as she strolled around the room. Tig was doing the same, Rory at her side. Race finished buttoning up his vest and walked over to his sleepy friend, Target. "Shhh, it's okay," he heard her say. "What's wrong peanut? I'se fed you'se, changed you'se, boiped you'se...what else do you'se need?" she asked, turning to see Race walking toward her. He held out his arms to take the little banshee.
"Take a break, Marie," he ordered as she handed Munchkin to him.
"Thanks kid." She looked at the crying Munchkin. "Dat's right, stay wit Uncle Race," she told Evelyn. Skittery walked into and across the room to Target.
"I'm sorry Angelface. I'se hate leavin' you'se heah all by yourself. I'se want ta spend more time wit Munchkin..," he began, but Target interrupted.
"Skit, I'll be fine."
"But..."
"You'se just keep us from livin' on da streets, got it?" she asked with soft eyes that made Skittery agree to anything. He kissed her lips and stared into her gray eyes.
"I'se hate it when ya do dat."
"What?"
"Dat look you'se always gives me."
"Why?" she asked jokingly.
"It gets me ta agree wit anythin' you'se says." He kissed her once more. "I'll be back in a little while, 'kay? I'se love you'se." He turned to his daughter and took her from Race. "And you'se, don't give your mudda a hard time." She had stopped crying by that point. "Keep out of trouble," he commanded jokingly. He kissed his daughter on the forehead and left for work.
Bella and Munchkin now had a full head of hair. It was true, Race did become Munchkin's favorite relative. Jack and Rory were still attached at the hip, with the whole romance situation. The new newsgirls had brought them closer together.
**** And we have two wittle goils! LOL Sorry Duck, but it's been written for a year, so we kept the girls, but you'll love 'em! Hope everyone enjoyed this chappie and don't forget to review!
JustDuck: Of course we forgive you! How could we not?! Yeah, my mom says that too, but I can't say I was born upside down! Ouch! That must have hurt her when you kicked! I'm going to say that Rory does NOT know her cycle all that well and thinks that just because Target and Tig are pregnant, that it could happen to her! Poor thing! Thanks for reviewing!
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
Three months, one week later. 11:30 a.m (April 4, 1901)
Everyone was home from work and resting in eachother's company. Lily and Marie were having pains out the ying-yang and mood swings left and right. Suddenly, Target's eye grew wide.
"Oh Lord!" she said. Tig looked at her, holding her stomach.
"What?" she asked angrily.
"I'se think me water just broke."
"I hate you," she said jokingly. Target began waving her arms.
"Guys!" she shouted. "Fellas, it's time! Get da damn doctor!" she commanded. "It's time!"
Specs ran and got the doctor and was back in about ten minutes. Everyone continued to tell Target, "Just keep breathing."
Rory on one side of her, Skittery on the other, Target held each of their hands and gripped them tightly, turning their knuckles white. The doctor and Specs came dashing up the stairs. Target was perspiring profusly.
Jokingly as the doctor walked over to her, she said to him, "Hi ya doc, long time no see!" It was the same man who treated her in November when she had been shot.
"Everyone please leave the room except for the father." He then pointed to Tig. "You're also due at any moment, stay here," he said. "You, assist me over here," he said to Shortcake. Everyone got up and rushed downstairs to tell Kloppman. "Get me a towel and a bowl of warm water," the doctor ordered and Rory did as she was told. Skittery sat by Target trying to soothe her. He pushed her hair once again out of her face and kissed her forehead.
"You'se can do it! Don't give up, ya heah?" Skit questioned. "You'se all right, Tig?" he asked, looked at Lily.
"Oh, don't worry about me. Just help Target," she explained.
"MUSH!" yelled Skittery. Mush came flying up the stairs.
"What?" he asked
"Go help Lily," he ordered. Mush did so. Some of the Newsies were hiding on the steps to hear what was going on. The doctor caught a glimpse of Racetrack's head pop up from behind a stair.
"You," he said to Race who looked up. "Come here. You can tell the boys downstairs what's going on," explained the doctor. Race nodded and agreed.
Five Minutes Later.
"I can see the head," explained the doctor. "Just push!" he ordered. Race turned down the steps.
"He sees a head!" Race repeated to the Newsies at the bottom of the stairs.
April 4, 1901. 11:40
"Okay, just one more push," said the doctor. Target did so and squeezed Skittery's hand harder then ever.
"AAAHHHH!" she screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. A high shrill rang out above hers.
"It's a girl!" said the doctor, holding her up.
"It's a goil!" Race said to the boys and ran up the rest of the stairs to Target. The doctor cleaned up Munchkin and handed her to the father.
"My baby goil, my little Munchkin," he whispered to his daughter. Target lay out of breath, beads of sweat drenched the sheets of her bed. Tig sat with Mush, amazed at the beautiful child. "Marie, you'se wanna hold your baby goil?" he asked, placing the infant in Target's arms. Her eyes went soft with joy.
"She's beautiful Skitty-Boy...my little goil." Target kept kissing her daughter. She had her father's bright green eyes, full of wonder, dark hair, and her mother's dimples, which sat upon rosy cheeks.
"Ah, ah, boys it's my turn!" shouted Tig in pain. The doctor rushed over to the other bed where she lay.
"Now Lily, just keep breathing, keep breathing," everyone said at different times.
"Just breath!" explained Target.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?" she shouted. Evelyn began to cry in her mother's arms. Racetrack walked over the new mother. Target looked up to him.
"Evy, you'se wanna meet your Uncle Race?" Target asked, handing him the child as he knelt beside the bed. The girl lay peacefully in his arms when, out of nowhere, she gave a soft smile toward him.
"She...she smiled at me. Did you'se see dat? She smiled at me!" he exclaimed happily.
"Hey she smiled at me, too," said Specs, who was standing beside him at the time.
"Waaa!" a voice cried.
"We have another girl!" shouted the doctor at everyone. The rest of the Newsies ran up the stairs to the new mothers.
"What's her name?" asked Target. Lily held her daughter in her arms. She had blue eyes and jet-black hair.
"Annabelle Elise Meyers. Since you used my name, I'll use yours," Tig explained. Target's middle name was Annabelle.
The stairs shimmered in the velvet night sky. Race was growing attached to Evelyn, as Rory was to Annabelle. Target and Lily rested as their daughter's curious eyes wondered around the room. Target lay in Skittery's bed and Lily in the one beside her. Rory and Race sat in-between the two with Bella and Evy.
"Bet you'se guy are glad dat's over!" Shortcake exclaimed. The two mothers giggled softly.
"You have no idea!" they both replied. Just then, Crutchy limped forward with the rest of the Newsies behind him. They had behind them something or things that were large and box like.
"For da new muddas, da boys and I'se got you'se dese," he explained as the group parted to reveal two beautiful cradles with Evelyn and Annabelle painted on the headboards. The girls gasped at the gift.
"Snoddy and Bumlets did da carpentry and Mush and Skit did da names." They could tell because the second 'e' on Evelyn was backwards.
"I'se want one," Rory said jokingly. Mush and Skittery walked over and sat on the soft bed beside their fianceés.
"How'd you know we were both having girls?" asked Tig. Mush kissed her softly.
"We didn't. We had to do what Skit said," he paused and looked at Target and Skittery, "we believed," he explained.
May 20, 1901
The May morning sun was warm and bright. The Newsies were up and about; the girls had been up since three, tending to their daughter's cries. They had kept the boys up all night. Some of the fellas went outside to sleep because they couldn't stand the repetitive shrieks coming from the babies.
"Ah, come on kid," whispered Target to her daughter, "can't you'se sleep for five minutes?" she asked with dark circles under her eyes. She rocked Munchkin in her arms as she strolled around the room. Tig was doing the same, Rory at her side. Race finished buttoning up his vest and walked over to his sleepy friend, Target. "Shhh, it's okay," he heard her say. "What's wrong peanut? I'se fed you'se, changed you'se, boiped you'se...what else do you'se need?" she asked, turning to see Race walking toward her. He held out his arms to take the little banshee.
"Take a break, Marie," he ordered as she handed Munchkin to him.
"Thanks kid." She looked at the crying Munchkin. "Dat's right, stay wit Uncle Race," she told Evelyn. Skittery walked into and across the room to Target.
"I'm sorry Angelface. I'se hate leavin' you'se heah all by yourself. I'se want ta spend more time wit Munchkin..," he began, but Target interrupted.
"Skit, I'll be fine."
"But..."
"You'se just keep us from livin' on da streets, got it?" she asked with soft eyes that made Skittery agree to anything. He kissed her lips and stared into her gray eyes.
"I'se hate it when ya do dat."
"What?"
"Dat look you'se always gives me."
"Why?" she asked jokingly.
"It gets me ta agree wit anythin' you'se says." He kissed her once more. "I'll be back in a little while, 'kay? I'se love you'se." He turned to his daughter and took her from Race. "And you'se, don't give your mudda a hard time." She had stopped crying by that point. "Keep out of trouble," he commanded jokingly. He kissed his daughter on the forehead and left for work.
Bella and Munchkin now had a full head of hair. It was true, Race did become Munchkin's favorite relative. Jack and Rory were still attached at the hip, with the whole romance situation. The new newsgirls had brought them closer together.
**** And we have two wittle goils! LOL Sorry Duck, but it's been written for a year, so we kept the girls, but you'll love 'em! Hope everyone enjoyed this chappie and don't forget to review!
JustDuck: Of course we forgive you! How could we not?! Yeah, my mom says that too, but I can't say I was born upside down! Ouch! That must have hurt her when you kicked! I'm going to say that Rory does NOT know her cycle all that well and thinks that just because Target and Tig are pregnant, that it could happen to her! Poor thing! Thanks for reviewing!