Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies ^_^ Woo. No own. Poor Tab.

A/N: Whee. I'm home sick today. Ugh. But because I am sick I decided to sit my butt down and write the next chapter of Will. Who's good? Tab is good.

Except I have no inspiration, so this chapter's gonna suck. So sue me.

*glomps Poley just because she has the review page open and Poley's name is right there and she feels like glomping*

*sneezes*

Anyway, time to write. Ai vay.

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Katie's eyes are wide as she stares at my mom. Mom blinks at the mess on the floor but quickly regains her thoughts.

"The Bennets? Are they all right? Where are they staying? Do they need anything?" Mom quickly fires off questions directed towards Katie, then turns to me as an afterthought. "Kevin, dear, will you go get the broom?"

I sigh, nod, and walk towards the back of the house, all the while listening to what Katie has to say.

"From what I hear, they're okay. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are stayin' with some family a couple towns away. No one knows where Ashleigh is." Katie makes a disgusted face. "I heard she ran off with some one-eyed mutie. That's disgusting. Anyway, they're fine... for now, at least. Betcha they're gonna be glowing in a week."

I hand the broom to my Mom. "How many times do I have to tell you, Katie? They don't glow."

Katie shrugs. "I just repeat what I hear. These people have seen muties; they know."

Oh, the irony.

"So the guy in your sophomore English class has seen muties?"

She nods.

"So if he's been around muties, he's probably one too, right? I bet he's contaminated. His whole family is probably contaminated too."

Katie stares at me, wide-eyed. "Oh, my God... I never thought... I have to change English classes now! Do you think they'll let me change in the middle of the year? I could be contaminated! What if I start glowing?!"

I sigh. "Katie-"

"I'm going to be a reject from society and I'll never get married and my parents will never have any grandchildren... why am I worrying about that?! If I'm contaminated I'm probably not going to last the year...I'm never going to-"

"Katie!"

She blinks and looks at me. "What, Swifty?"

I roll my eyes. "It was a joke. Quit being paranoid."

She mimics me in a ridiculously high voice. "Quit being paranoid."

"Stupid sophomore."

"Stupid junior."

"Loser."

"Moron."

"Dumbass."

"Kevin!" Mom snaps.

I make a mental note to watch my language in front of my mother as Katie laughs.

Dad and his friends walk into the kitchen, and we all settle down to eat the meal.

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After everyone leaves, I bring cups of water down into the basement for the muties. I walk down the stairs slowly, taking care not to spill any of the water.

As I reach the bottom, I see Anthony beaming.

Oh, shit.

"Heya, Swifty. What's up?"

I ignore him as I hand a glass of water to Tyler.

"Swiiiifty."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"'Cause."

"'Cause why?"

"'Cause if you were found dead in the morning, my mother would blame it on the sickness."

"Ah!" Anthony protested, and then turned to Jack. "He threatened me!"

"The bastard."

I try to ignore them again as I give Danny water.

Jack laughs loudly. "It must suck getting stuck with a nickname like Swifty, huh, Kevin?"

Everyone snickers, and Danny goes into a coughing fit, spilling his water on his bed and on the floor.

I glare at Jack and cross the room to get a towel.

"So, Swifty-"

"Shove it, Anthony."

"But-"

"Shut up."

"I'm gonna tell your mom on you."

"What are you, eight?"

He shrugs. "No, but it's the only amusement I get in this hospital bed."

"Glad to be of service," I comment dryly.

"No problem, wench." He clears his throat. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Anthony!" I exclaim. "Will you ever forgive me?"

He ignores my comment. "As I was saying, how come you and Spot get nicknames and we don't? We feel left out."

"That's nice."

"I want a nickname!" Jack yells, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Fine, Shithead." I say. "How's that for a nickname?"

"That's not a nickname, it's an insult."

"It's both. That's the beauty of it." I laugh at Jack's eyes narrow.

"I find that funny." Frankie says quietly from the back. Jack glares at him, too.

"You would."

"Lemme 'lone."

"You started it!" Jack snapped.

"Boys!" Mom comes down the stairs. "Get in a fight and I'll beat you with a broomstick."

Frankie's eyes widen. "Really?"

"No."

Aaron laughs loudly. "You crack me up, Mrs. L."

"Really?" Mom arches an eyebrow. "That's a first. Aaron, you are now officially my favorite." she jokes.

A glass of water smashes against the wall, causing glass and water to fly all over the place. Mom turns around.

"Spot." She says in that cold, quiet voice that- when directed towards you- can cause temporary loss of bladder control.

Spot glares at her, not saying a word. Mom glares back.

Neither of them move, until a crash snaps Mom's attention back into the moment.

"Wha..." Mom quickly looks around the area, and then sighs. "Oh, Sean.", she sighs sadly.

A groan comes from the floor by Sean's bed.

"Ah! Noise! He lives!" Anthony laughs.

"Be quiet, Anthony!" Mom shakes her head and kneels down beside Sean. "Kevin, come help me lift him onto the bed."

I roll my eyes, stuff my hands into my pockets and walk over to Mom and Sean. I stand there looking down until Mom lightly smacks my leg. "Well, are you going to help or what, kid?"

"I'm helpin', I'm helpin'." I grumble as I bend down and lift Sean.

He's a lot lighter than he looks, and is practically all bones. His head rolls to the side and rests against my chest.

I quickly place him back on the bed and walk away.

"Kevin. Help me with-"

I tune out my mother's voice.

It's late, and I have school tomorrow.

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The is love! Love! Love!

To you guys, not this chapter. ^_^.

PlottingRussianProstitute!Swifty: Zere ees love! Love! Love I tell joo!

Okay shout outs-

PlottingRussianProstitute!Swifty: Love!

*insert eye roll here*

Harley: Kooky ideas are my life. They make me giggle. ^_^. And…heh… if you think Katie's mean now, well, she's just gonna get worse. A lot worse. As in, homicide worthy worse.

Hotshot: *cries with Hotshot* I know! They just so mean! *stops crying* Anyway, you read my mind on what I was going to do about the whole drop- the- bowl thing. Actually it was a toss-up between two things. And that won. Woo. *giggles* I lied. They didn't get their nicknames this chapter (as you have seen) because, well, I still haven't figured out a way to do that. *shrugs* Meh.

Sita-Chan: Vat ees zere? Zere ees love! Heh. Anyway, I hope you liked the Bennet's shout out in this one… *giggles and grins* Ah, I crack myself up.

Keza: I love that line oh-so-very much. Firefighter!Swifty is sexy… *drools*. Actually, Bumlets!Muse ran away with PieEater!Muse and the others. Pie!Muse tends to kidnap the other muses when he gets mad at me. So I got a new Muse. His name is Red!Muse. He's a very sexy hardworking stablehand!muse, so he agreed to help me with this even though he's not a Newsie!muse. *pats Red!Muse* Good boy.

Raven:….riiiight. Guess what I get to do tonight! Watch UberSexy!Red! *drools over image in her mind* Well, here's some more…actually I lied because you already read it! Hahaha! *dies*

Pyromaniacal Llama: But…but… fire's fun! And they're all okay…or are they? Muahaha. Er, anyway, uh…this is a Tabloid fic. When people are happy in my fics, that means something bad is going to happen. It's just the way I am ^_^

Jacky Higgins: Yeah…I read that a couple years ago, when it first came out. I didn't realize it was so similar, though, most likely because it's been a while. Poop. Now I must read that and re-read this and fix it. Schtoopid sub-concious, messing me up. *glares at sub-concious*

littlewitch1899: Thanks!

klover: ^_^ love to you too! *dances*

….I was going to add something, but it seems that I have forgotten it…poop.