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Love Across Time

Chapter 34: Who Are You?

Dutchy led us through the city at a run… or what should have been a run. Dutchy and Denton checked every alley/street we tried to cross/go down, sword in one hand and a semi-automatic in the other. As we ran we tried questioning Dutchy and Denton, who we could only guess knew each other. But no matter what we asked them we always got the same answer… a 'shut-up' or 'be quiet'.

We did not stop until we got to the LH. Once we were all inside Denton and Dutchy hurried us upstairs. Once we all got situated the questions started… 'Who are you?', 'What was up with Pulitzer?', 'Why did they go up in flames?', and my personal favorite 'Who is this Jessie Pulitzer was talking about?'

The best part was that no one paid any attention to Dutchy. All of the questions were aimed at Denton. He raised his hands and asked everyone to quiet down. He then started to explain. "About two months ago the Weasels sensed an unidentified magical being in this time period. They sent their best warrior Jessie to check it out. But by the time she learned who it was the city's whole magical community knew she was there and were in hiding…"

"Oh hoh, hold up a second… magical being? Weasels? Warrior? Magical Community? You'r talking crazy!" Yelled Skittery. Without Gracie here to keep him inline we all knew there would be problems.

"No Skittery I'm not talking crazy. Let me finish then you can all ask your questions… So since all of New York knew she was here she was forced to head back to HQ to regroup. A new group of Weasels were sent out… including Pat, Ben, Negle, Regina, Thomas, and myself. We were told Jessie's plan and were given our orders… And that's all there really is to tell… or at least all I can tell you."

"But what about us!" yelled David. "What about us? You can't just waltz into our lives and expect us to except that magic is real!"

"No David I can't." Silence "That's why I have gotten permission to wipe this from your minds if you want me to… but not until we're done here."

"Pulitzer is dead. There's nothing more to do." Stated Racetrack.

"On the contrary, Pulitzer had many servants all of which want to take his place. All of whom have no leader and think they can kill as they please." Denton sighed and looked around at the quiet room. "But there is no way we can hunt them down tonight. It's too late to do that sort of thing. For tonight you are all safe and few creatures hunt during the daylight hours so you should be safe while selling tomorrow. I must leave you but you are not without protection."

And with that he left. He left a room full of confused and frightened newsies. Luckily Spot stepped in and got everyone in bed.

Spot left to go downstairs once the littlest newsies were asleep. I lay in bed thinking over what happened today. Denton mentioning her name had hurt. I barely knew her… yet I miss her more than I've missed anyone before. I thought she loved me… but she abandoned me for a mission. I should be able to just think this and be over her… but I can't. Because every time I think this I know she left me to protect me. These thoughts just keep going in circles.

Slowly, very slowly I fall asleep.

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The next few days go by in a whirlwind of deaths, fights, and monsters. I barely see Dutchy or Denton to ask about Jessie. It seems everyone has forgotten that it was Dutchy that killed Pulitzer not Denton. But I haven't… I also can't seem to forget that Dutchy had answered to Jessie.

After a week or so I managed to catch Dutchy alone in the bunk room. He looks tired and worn out. I almost decide to let him sleep but I need to talk to him.

When he sees me he turns to go back into the washroom. I grab his arm as he almost makes it into the room. "Wait Dutchy I need to talk to you."

"Jack I'm really tired…"

"I know but I need to talk to you." I turn him around to face me. It's then that I notice how small a build he has, I notice that dirt is mixed into the blond hair to make it darker, and that even with the glasses you could see how blue those eyes were. Dutchy sighed, nodded, and then pulled me into the washroom behind him.

As Dutchy walked I noticed his stride was softer than most guys'. (Ever notice how heavily they walk?... no?... it's just me then…) He walked up to a counter then hopped on top of it and looked at me. "Shoot?"

I sighed. How should I say this? 'Hey Dutchy are you the girl I love?' No that would just sound perverted. Better go subtle. "Why didn't Denton mention you as one of the Weasels who were sent here?"

"Because I wasn't sent here." I raised my eyebrows. "I chose to come here."

"And why's that?"

Dutchy rubbed his temples. "I'm actually supposed to have this month off."

Then off went the glasses. As Dutchy was cleaning them I saw all the proof I needed. "Why'd you cut your hair?" Dutchy looked up, shocked. Our eyes met. "I missed those blue eyes."

The next thing I knew I was leaning over the counter mouth over hers. By then I knew without a doubt that Dutchy was really my Jessie.

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