A/N: Wow, I got reviews! Yes I know I'm pathetic and there are only 7 reviews total but I don't care. I'm sorry this story doesn't have as much romance as I wanted but UC applications are due on Tuesday (yes I'm a Californai girl) so I am trying frantically to write decent personal statements, talk about major writer's block! But as I was saying sorry about the lack of difinitive romance. Honestly please bear with me, once my college applications are at least somewhat done I promise I will start on the next story in what I hope will be a three part series. Anywho, UC's are due Tuesday and then the rest of my apps aren't due until January so keep an eye out for my next fic--Once and For All. That part of the series will contain more in-depth characters and fleshing out of the storyline, not to mention more snogging sessions. Ok, I've definitely been reading too many Harry Potter fics. Thank you to: Sparks Kelly, you were my first (and for awhile only reviewer) thanks so much! Irish-Lass08, yeah I understand your dislike of people writing in accents, personally I don't like doing it because I'm just plain bad at them. I can hear the way I think a character sounds but can never get it across in my writing, I hope you enjoyed the story at least. ducks-go-quack-00, yeah Spot does seem real sweet, which may be slightly OOC but its my fic and I want him sweet so muahaha, author's privilege :) ChocolatesKelly, thanks for the review it means a lot."someone who had alot of spare time", yeah I have too much spare time, well not really (UC's ahhh!) but thanks for reading my fic.
Well on to the story...
It took him awhile but luckily for us--and for him--Jack finally came to his senses after the Delancy brothers attacked Sara in an alleyway one morning. We decided to got to Denton for one last favor. Jack wanted to get the word out to all the sweatshop kids in New York but Pulitzer had ordered a printing ban on all strike news so we knew that we would need Denton's help to print our own. The basement that Jack had been living in contained an old platen press which we used to print out one of Denton's articles on the atrocities that street kids were facing, it also called for all the working kids of New York to stand together and fight. It was a long night and a lot of work but we got it finished and by morning the newsies were out all over the city passing out fliers. Denton even brought one to Teddy Roosevelt himself, and he pledged to do something to help.
All we could do was wait and see who responded to the call. Everyone knew that for this to work it couldn't just be newsies, the war we had started with Pulitzer had turned into something bigger than we ever thought possible. I think Denton summed it up the best when he said, "Sometimes all it takes is a voice, one voice that becomes a hundred, and then a thousand, unless it's silenced." Once and for all we were determined not to be silenced, if this didn't work then we had done our best and fought our hardest. At least we had tried to stand up for each other.
We had asked for everyone to meet in the sqare in front of Pulitzer's office but at first it seemed like no one was coming. I looked around, not even Spot and the rest of Brooklyn were there. Then all of a sudden there was a rumbling sound, we looked down the street and realized that it was filled with kids. They were coming from all over the city carrying the paper we had put out. The square and surrounding areas were filled with people, it was far more than even I expected. I looked around some more but I still couldn't see Spot--sometimes I really hate being short. I stood with my brother and the rest of the Manhattan newsies as Jack and Dave disappeared inside for awhile to have a chat with Pulitzer as we all waited tensely outside. Spot finally materialized on my right holding his cane in his hand like he was ready to hit someone and even he looked edgy, his usual smirk was nowhere to be seen.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the gate waiting for the two boys to come out. I could feel Spot's hand grip mine but didn't really realize what was happening. Then after a long, long time Jack came out and announced what we all wanted to hear, "We beat 'em!" I jumped up and down for a minute before turning to Spot to give him a hug, I got a kiss instead--not that I minded--and neither of us registered what was going on around us for a long moment. I could feel his arms around my waist and was surprised at the hard muscles of his chest. He wasn't a big guy but I guess you had to be tough to be the leader of Brooklyn.
Eventually we separated, I gave Daniel a big hug then went to congratulate Jack and Dave.
I couldn't believe that it was all over, I already had a song brewing in my head to commemorate the strike and how in the end it turned out to be an all out war between us and the most powerful men in the city.
But that's all for later.
Yup thats it for now, thanks people, lots of love.
Amanda