Disclaimer:yea yea don't own them I know why do I have to verbalize it ?
"heya Chase wat ya doin still up" Race said as he leaned against the doorway to her room.
"just waiting up for the leader to return home safe and sound"
"Chase?"
"yea"
"I'se so tihed of bein sad" he said solemnly as he sat at the foot of her bed.
"I know Race I am too, ya know sometimes at night before I fall asleep I think about him and I can almost here him saying ' goil wat ya doin mopin round like dis, be happy, I'se still heah jest like ya said'"
"Chase ya know hes right, he is still heah his spirits always gonna be heah"
"then lets not be sad anymore, lets be happy, happy that he doesn't have to worry about money or havin a place to sleep at night, happy that we saved somebody from dying alone and unloved, happy that we wont forget, and happy that he hasn't forgotten"
"I tink dats a great idea" Race answered as he smiled for the first time in almost 2 months.
"night Race"
"night Chase"
he left and went to the bunkroom.
"night Jack, I'll always love you"
"night kid, I'se glad ya finally got sum sence knocked inta ya"
"uh huh, going to pretend I didn't hear that"
"but ya did"
"uhhhhh".
The next day Chase decided it was time to put the past behind her and go see how Spot was holding up. When he was in Manhattan he was her strength , she cried to him everyday and he comforted her. However Chase never saw Spot sad , she just assumed he was hiding it until he went to sleep and that's when his true emotion came out.
The walk to Brooklyn was a slow and uneventful one, Chase filled the time with her thoughts of what she was going to do once she saw Spot, she knew she couldn't hide her feelings any longer, but she also knew that a romance with Spot could only lead to destruction of self.
It was late afternoon when she arrived, she walked down the dock slowly until she came to the building that Spot and his newsies resided in. She walked up the steps and turned the doorknob. The sight she saw was one of boys sitting around quietly playing cards here and there but overall looking very indifferent towards the world. When they saw her their faces lit up a bit, Hide walked up to her and gave her a tight squeeze.
"heya Chase we'se missed ya, it aint da same round heah specially since Jack died"
"what do you mean" Chase inquired, "isn't Spot keeping you guys busy and happy spirited."
"Spots not doin much a nuddin dese days, hes even angria den he used ta be, ya cant get a smile outta im ta save a orphan, he aint brought no goils , aint gambled, just walks round all day pissed off , averages bout 2 soakins a day."
"is he upstairs"
Hide nodded and Chase made her way upstairs to Spot's room. She knocked on the door softly.
"whadda ya want" Came a unusually deep and horse sounding Spot.
Chase opened the door cautious of any flying objects as result of entering without answering.
"Just wanted to see how Brooklyn was doin" She spoke quietly.
Spot looked up from where he was sitting.
"hi Chase is der any particla reason you'se heah or is it jest to harass me" Spot answered angrily.
"easy I just wanted to see how you were doing, its been a long time since I have seen you, I know I have been crying myself to sleep for the past 2 months"
"yea well cryin is fer kids" He got up in an awful hurry and made his way for the door, which Chase quickly kicked shut. She grabbed his forearm and forced him to sit on his bed, she kneeled in front of him.
"you haven't cried have you"
"leadah don't cry" He said sternly.
"Spot , your best friend died, I think the board of leaders would make an exception"
"Chase ya jest don't undastand, ok I aint sad I'se angry, and I don't wanna cry, cuz if I cry den hes gone, if I cry den its da truf"
"Sweetie I do understand, your sad and your angry , I am too, but hes gone whether your crying or not, and we cant bring his body back , but his spirit is still here, it lives inside you everyday, because he was your best friend, he was a part of you and trust me its ok to cry , he would have cried if it was you that was gone"
"dammit Chase" his eyes began to water and his cheeks flushed. "its not ok , its not ok" the tears slowly began to fall down his face. Chase sat down and cradled him like a child. And he cried himself to sleep that night for the first time in years.
The next morning Hide knocked on the door softly, when no one answered he cracked the door open slowly.
"Morning Hide, I think we are just going to stay in today" Chase whispered.
Hide nodded and left closing the door behind him.
"Spot wake up, come on you have to wake up, the world is waiting to say good morning" Chase once again whispered this time into Spot's ear.
Spot's eyes fluttered open, he sat up slowly and stretched making a grunting noise.
"hey Chase"
"hi Spot, you feel better?" she asked.
"yea I do n its all cuza you, ya know dat right"
"yea I figured it out."
…………………….Five years later………………………….
"mommy mommy" a small boy of about 2 years cried out to his mother who was standing at the end of a familiar Brooklyn dock.
The young boy ran into her arms, they were soon joined by the boys father, he was tall and covered in worn tan muscle.
"who evah taught we'd make it dis fah"
the women smiled.
"we always knew"
"your right I always did know it was gonna be you an me foreva" he replied softly draping an arm around her shoulders, "I love ya Chase"
"I love you too Spot"
"daddy I love you too" the boys small voice interrupted.
"ah I love you too Jacky boy"
A/N: so this was the last one what did ya'll think? R&R!