Until Tomorrow

Chapter 6: The talk

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Newsies, but I don't... ::sigh::

Author's Note: I was going to give up on this story because I didn't think it was all that good and I've had writer's block for the past couple months. But since Mydracomalfoy reviewed asking me to continue, I will. So this chapter's dedicated to you mydracomalfoy!

Race's POV

Spot was playing with the chain around his neck and sighed. "Spark, get all of the guys in heah."

"Shoah Spot."

We watched Spark disappear up a flight of stairs and heard him yelling for people to come down. I put my hand on Spot's shoulder, "What're ya gonna do?"

He stopped playing with his chain and looked me in the eyes, "I don't want a fight. But it's up to everyone heah. I'm thinkin' if I can tawlk dem into it, I could jist head ovah to Harlem tomorrah with you and a couple of my strongest guys. To see what Blade wants..."

"Blade's never been one to negotiate, Spot, but it's bettah than fightin' him. Even when he was young he was a good fightah."

"Harlem doesn't have any one to back them up. Well, maybe the Newark newsies...but I doubt they'd come ovah for him."

"It's not like they need anyone though...But you're Brooklyn, Spot. An' you have most of Manhattan's back."

Spot looked forward and he noticed that just about all of his newsies were pilled into the big room. He stepped on top of the chair we were sitting on and cleared his throat. "Brooklyn! We got ourselves a little problem with Harlem. Harlem's not a burrow to fuck with they're fucking with us. They're fucking with Brooklyn! Blade's got to be loosing his mind. Harlem fights unfair and hard. But I know we're stronger. But I want to avoid an all out war. I want to one of you with me. Race here already knows Harlem. Who's up for going to Harlem with me tomorrow?"

As I watched him I saw the determination and strength in his eyes. It wasn't just a fluke that Spot was Brooklyn's leader. I looked at the Brooklyn newsies, the bravest and the toughest New York had to offer. When Spot asked who wanted to come you could tell who was there for a while and who wasn't. The younger ones stepped back and the older ones stood a little taller. Then a tall, muscular guy with jet black hair, green eyes and tan skin stepped toward Spot from the crowd. "I'll do it."

Spot stepped down from the chair spit in his hand and shook his hand, "Let's do it, Tack."

He looked around to the rest of his newsies. "If tawlkin' to them doesn't help...we fight!"

His newsies cheered for their leader. Spot dragged me off a chair and put his arm around me and Tack. They cheered louder. Well until Rofter walked in. It got quiet very fast and Spot cleared his throat again, "Guy's go back to whatever you were doin'."

His newsies cleared and his arm dropped from my shoulder. He walked up to Rofter. I got to the stairs but turned around to wait for Spot.

"Mr. Rofter, I'se sarry 'bout the noise. It..." Spot was cut off by Rofter grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him close.

"'Won't happen again?' You said that last time, and the time before, and the time before that. I'm sick of you lying through your teeth to me. Next time, I won't be so kind about it." He pushed Spot on to the floor and headed back to his office.

I ran over to him, "Spot are you okay?"

He got up and brushed off his shirt, "I'm fine. Let's go upstairs."

Jacob finally gave up and got a room in a Harlem hotel. He was too tired and too lost to try and find his way back into Manhattan.