"Alright, here's de deal Angel. I ain't mad bout whudd happened, ok well sorta. But whudd I really wanned te talk bout was Treva."

"Whudd bout im?" I slowly sat down watching Spot. He fidgeted. "Look, jus.. jus tell me."

"Alright well he is a problem again. But believe me when I say hes mora dangerous now den back when we had trouble wid im in de foist place."

"Whudd ye mean?"

"Dun panick, but Scott was shot."

On our way to Manhattan, its been a month since I last was there. Thinking I wouldn't have to be going there on such an important trip. Bailey, Doodles, Blaze andBarret were with me and Spot. I was anxious to get there and see the damage.

"Scott!" I ran into the Lodging House in search of my brother. "How is he?" I asked finding Scott asleep and Jack sitting next to him.

"He'll be fine. No maja damage." Jack stood up greeting me. "Ye didn come hea alone did ye?"

"Nah, she jus didn feel like waitin fer de rest of us." Bailey said hugging Jack. "Yer positive he'll be fine."

"O' course. I wouldn lie te ye." He smiled kissing her forehead.

"Alright, so tell me everythin. Everythin dat happened." I said sitting next to Spot and looking at the two.

"Look, ye surre ye-"

"Jus… Tell me." I cut Jack off and putting my head in my hands. I felt Spot's arm around me. "Was it Treva? Did he shoot Scott?"

"Yea, he ain jus a pain no mora. He's really dangerous. An I really mean fer ye te stay away from im. Promise me dat." Jack begged looking at both me and Bailey.

I looked at Spot. "Angel, dis ain how it used te be. Its mora dangerous an who knows whos next. Jack an Scott didn even see im comin." I could tell Spot really meant for me to stay away from Trevor. He was terrified something like this would happen to me.

"I promise." I smiled taking Spot's hand. "I mean it. I promise I'll stay away from im."

I could tell Spot trusted me and could tell I was telling the truth. Bailey on the other hand, didn say a word. "Bailey, I'm beggin ye. Stay away from im." Jack pleaded.

"I can't. Look it me brotha. I can't jus let im get away wid dis!" Bailey yelled storming out.

"Jack! Wait." I yelled grabbing his arm. "I should go an talk wid her. I feel de same way, but I know Scott would be doin de same as me."

"Thanks Angel." Jack said sitting on a bunk. He looked nervous, I've never seen him look like this, yet his girl was never in danger like she is now.

"Bai!" I found Bailey making her way down the street. "Bai stop. PLEASE!" I yelled again. She turned around and I saw what I've never seen before.

Bailey was crying. "Bai. Look, yer really scarin Jack. He thinks hes gonna loose ye."

"I can't let im get away wid dis Ang. He'll be comin afta ye next an we won't be able te stop im."

"Bai, c'mon lets go talk in oua room." I pleaded and hoped she would follow.

".. Alright." We walked into the Lodging House, her still crying.

I gave Jack a sympathetic look while we passed and walked into our room. "Alright Bai," I started once we got into our room. "Befora ye decide te go afta Treva, take inta count dat Scott is injuaed. Ye know if Scott was conscious he would tell ye not te go afta im. I know how ye feel cuz I feel it too. But Treva's got de upa hand. Please don go afta im."

"Ang, I know yer tryin te stay safe. But if nona us does nottin, he'll kill ye if he comes afta ye."

"Bai, please stop an think. If he does come afta me, den he does. But I don want ye killed. He'll kill ye, den come afta me. Even Kev er Scott again. Mebe even Jack. Reconsida dis."

After sitting in silence, Bailey finally said something after a few minutes.

"Mebe yer right. But we gotta do somethin. Not jus fer Scott, but alla us. I mean if-"

I cut Bailey off knowing where she was going. "Look, we worry bout dat lata. Now we gotta worry bout Scott an stayin outta sight from Treva. Dis time he ain't gettin whudd he wants. Besides me own sista taught me how te fight. I'ma use dat te me advantage!" I grinned. Bailey grinned too then hugged me.

"Promise me dat ye ain't leavin Spot's side. I'll stay wid Jack an Kev'll stay wid Doodles an Race. Jus, promise not te get yerself killed."

"Ye know me, as long as I'm wid me man. I ain't goin no whea."

"Ey! Ye two ok in derre?" Jack hollered banging on the door.

I looked at Bailey. She grinned, wiped away her tears, then strolled over to the door. "Come hea me cowboy!" she said energetically opening the door, grabbing Jack by the shirt and kissing him. "We gotta talk."

"I'll leave ye two alone for a while." I giggled then left to see to Scott.

"Ang, is she gonna be alright?" Kevin asked as soon as I exited the room.

"O' course kid. She's one strong goil." I smiled and grabbed him by the neck. "In de mean time, don get too tall fer me te do dis!" I gave him a noogie once again.

"He ain't comin back, is he?" Kevin stopped laughing and asked seriously.

I stopped as well. I couldn't lie to him, or tell him the truth. I looked at him for a moment. "I, .. I don think its best te talk bout Treva right now." I replied. I could tell Kevin didn't mean to, but he did. I didn't want to talk about Trevor. Especially not to him. Trevor had him kidnapped. I didn't want to relive that.

"Angel, Scott's wakin up." Spot shouted from across the room.

"Scott!"

After Scott was up we talked about what happened. Trevor saw him on the streets on is way to Brooklyn. They were chased for a little by a mob of guys and luckily they weren't to far from the Lodging House. Trevor ended up pulling out a gun when Jack and the newsis started soaking everyone. The only problem was, the bullet really wasn't meant for Scott. It was meant to be Jack but Scott saw Trevor and in time managed to block the bullet from Jack but in return was shot in the stomach.

"Good thing youse was dere. Jack might be dead.. an Bai.."

"Look, I wasn plannin on gettin shot doe."

"Well mebe ye wasn thinkin hard enough." I rolled my eyes. "Did ye think ye could block de bullet wid yerself?"

"Look I was pushin im outta de way, an in retoin I was shot."

"Ye know, ye gave us a real big scare. But I'm mora den surre we're glad dat Jack wasn killed." I hugged Scott, "Jus, next time, don get yerself shot."

"Hey! Whudd er ye doin hea!?" Crutchy asked wobbling into the room. "I thought we'd have te drag youse two hea!"

"Well, we had an emoigency as ye can see." I mocked.

"Yeah, well whudd can he say? He's ona de newsies now an dis is whudd we do. We helps each odda out, but usually don almost die in de process."