A.N. I appreciate all of your support. And Finally, What we've all been waiting for… Lovers Reunited! And, as always I have no ownership of the Newsies and not affiliated with Disney in anyway. Thanks for all the Reviews. Please, Please, Please Review, Review, Review. I've got to decide if I'm going to have a sequel or not. I only want to do something that is worth my time. LyxnLion

Tied Up in a Nice Little Bow

Plans always seem to take more time than you would expect. It was over a year before I saw any of them again. For awhile, I did nothing more than spend my days in a cheap apartment I rented with the small amount of money I had managed to make selling papes. My hair had been chopped ragged with a pair of scissors I borrowed from my next door neighbor. A generous soul, she did not really approve of the haircut when I returned them to her. "Ya don't look nearly like yourself with that cut," She tutted with disapproval at my grin. After I had managed to obtain a bottle of hair dye, I was able to blend into the background a little more. I found work waitressing at a small café. I took the name Beth for the sister I had lost long ago. "It is almost enough," I would mutter myself to sleep.

It was only half a year before I had saved up enough money to attend sectarian school. After that, I was very respectable. I was Miss Beth Smith, daughter to the late Mr. and Mrs. Smith, sectary for the law firm Eggleton, Eggleton, and Toms. I kept my hair dyed dark and wore small glasses. This was not the silly, young girl, Rose. Nor the tough, uber-righteous, Thorns. Or the newsgoil, Angel. But I still could hardly risk bringing attention to my friends again. Yet, then it happened. One day I opened the newspaper and read what I had been waiting for…

"Mr. Anthony Hearst and Miss Prissie Cardwell were married this past weekend at St. Elizabeth's Church on 76th Street. The couple will travel to Europe for their wedding tour visiting London, Paris, Rome…"

Prissy was always a fool.

"The new Mrs. Anthony Hearst was heard to express only one regret, 'It is a pity that Rose, my sister, was not here to see my lovely wedding gown. She would have been green with envy!' The late Miss Rose Llewellyn, raised by Mrs. Talley with Miss Cardwell as sisters, was once Mr. Hearst's fiancée kidnapped days before the wedding. It is supposed she committed suicide to save her maidenly virtue."

It was even better than I thought! He was so tired of me that he killed me off! And Prissie got what she had always wanted, Hearst's wedding ring. I could not help but feel the world had a sense of justice after all. That day, after work, I took the subway not back to the apartment in Brooklyn, but to a diner in Manhattan.

I was a few blocks away when Racetrack literally runs me over. He had come flying down an alleyway and turned at the last minute to yell at the boys behind him.

"Eh, Sorry Miss," he politely bowed, sweeping his cap off his head, "Care to buy a pape?"

"I don't know," I said slyly, "What's the headline?"

A shout rose behind me, the boys from the alley had finally caught up to Race. Spot and Jack begin to lecture Race on whatever argument they had had moments before. A look of joy swept Dave. He wrapped me in a tight embrace, and I looked into his eyes saying all I needed to with them. The world was lost around us even as Spot and Jack exchanged grins.

"I've got you a headline," Spot smirked, "Lovers Reunited."

Here Lies the End of the Rose and Her Thorns… I'm going to miss this fic so much! Maybe I should write a sequel for Rose and David? Thanks for all the support! I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! "Maythe Newsies always be Yours."