A/N- I don't own Newsies. I do however own Vivien, her mother, Coil and Tracker and probably some more as the story continues, so Disney, don't sue me please!
Chapter 1
"Mommy! I wanna come with you!" A small girl cried to her mother.
Vivien, I'll be right back." The woman told her holding back tears. She pinned a note
to her daughters' coat. She looked at the letter one more time to make sure that the part that
read Spot Conlon was facing the front.
"But Mommy!" Vivien cried.
"Just stay right here…" the woman told her daughter. She gave her a quick kiss and a tight
hug, and then walked away quickly. As soon as she was out of the sight of Vivien she started
to cry. She knew what she had done was wrong, but she didn't have any other options. She
felt awful for what she was doing to Spot, but she knew he would what was right.
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Spot Conlon walked towards the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House with his two best friends,
Tracker and Coil.
"Woah… check out da kid!" Tracker said pointing towards the front of the lodging house.
Spot, looking to where Tracker had pointed, saw a little girl crying hysterically, screaming
for her Mommy.
"Hate ta be dat parent." Spot laughed. Tracker and Coil joined in the laughter, as
they approached the girl.
"Heya kid, stop dat cryin'." Coil commanded. The girl cried harder.
"Hey Spot, I tink she's foh you…" Tracker said pointing to a note on the girl's jacket.
Spot unpinned the note from the jacket.
Spot,
I know I never told ya this, but this is your kid. Her name is Vivien
and she is four years old. I am dying and can't take care of her
anymore. Please keep her safe.
Spot stared at the note wondering who it was from.
"You'se gotta kid?" Coil asked reading over Spot's shoulder.
"No this ain't me kid," Spot told him.
"How do ya know?" Asked Tracker, knowing Spot's history with women. "It's not like ya
eveh go back ta check."
"Cuz four years ago I couldn't rise ta da occasion! I was only 11." Spot said angrily,
giving Tracker a death stare for his comment.
"Oh…" Tacker and Coil said in unision, catching on to what he ment.
"So now what am I gonna do wit dis kid?" Spot pondered aloud.
"Leave 'er." Coil suggested. "Ain't your kid, ain't your problem."
Vivien looked up at them with tears running down her cheeks. She was holding her teddy
bear in one hand and her suitcase in the other. She knew her mother had left her. "Are
you my Daddy?" she asked looking up at Spot.
Spot looked at her, unsure what to say. He looked over at Tracker who was nodding his
head yes and then to Coil who was shaking his head no. "Sorta." Spot finally decided.
"But da names Spot. Comeon, let's go inside and get ya set." Spot told her pulling on her arm. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her yet, but if nothing else Mark (the man who owned the
Lodging House) wouldn't turn out a little girl.