Author note: Hey, everyone. I'm terribly sorry that I didn't update yesterday, I was working on my project. So, here is this chapter!

Our orders had finally came, which gave Jack the opportunity to be annoying.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" the waiter asked, hoping that we'd say no. Jack practically pressed his face into his food and gasped.

"Oh my God! T-there's a hair!" He immediately plucked one of his hairs off of his head and placed in on top of his food.

"I demand youse to take dis back and get me anudder order!" The waiter blinked,

"Sir, I can assure you that there is no hair in your-" Jack pulled the brown piece of hair out of his food and held it up for the waiter to see.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," he lied. "I shall get you another plate." And with that said, he picked up Jack's plate and stormed off. Just as he was out of site, Scout and I busted out laughing, clutching our stomachs from the pain.

"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaimed. Jack simply shrugged,

"It's a habit."

"A bad habit," Scout corrected him. Jack grinned, and waited 'patiently' for the return of his hairless food. Scout and I ate, sharing a conversation in which we blocked Jack out of.

Moments had passed and the waiter had returned with a new plate of food, and put it down in front of Jack. Jack grinned, and bit into his food. He immediately spit it out,

"Dis is cold!"

"Excuse me?" the waiter asked.

"Da food is cold, take it back!" Jack demanded. The waiter's eyes flashed with anger, and picked up the 'cold' plate and walked off.

When Jack's food had finally came, the waiter slammed the plate onto the table and glared at Jack. This time Jack began to eat his meal, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

Scout rolled her eyes and turned to me,

"Be happy youse don't hafta live with dat," she pointed to Jack. I laughed,

"Be happy you don't have to live with your cousin." Scout grinned and looked over at Jack who didn't seem to notice her.

"We may want to leave a tip," she told me as Jack finished with his plate. I shrugged,

"I don't have any money," I told her. Scout shrugged and pulled out a few coins, placing them onto the table.

"I do," she said. Just as we left the restaurant, a little boy ran up to Jack. It was that little kid. God, what's his name? Les, I think.

"Jack! David says he needs to see you," he said.

"Where is he at?" Jack asked.

"At the apartment." Jack bid us farewell and took off into another direction, leaving Scout and I alone with this Les kid.

"Heya, Sprout! How's it goin?" Scout asked Les.

"Good," he said. Scout turned to me and noticed the look of confusion on my face.

"Sprout is his nickname, I use ta call me little brotha that. Les reminds me of him," she told me. I smiled,

"Hi, Les. Do you remember me?" Les nodded,

"Yup. Your Spot's friend, right?" I nodded and shook his hand.

"You can call me Sprout." The three of us began to walk, and I got acquainted with Les. He was a sweet kid, and I had to admit he was so adorable. After awhile I decided to tell him about my life after he had told me about his.

"So, can you fight?" Les asked me.

"Sort of. But not very good." Les grinned,

"Well, how about Scout teaches ya!" He turned to Scout,

"You can do that, right Scout?" Scout smiled,

"I think we'll need Spot's permission foist."

"Speaking of Spot," I said, watching Spark run towards us at full speed.

"There youse are! Spot's been lookin for youse!" he told me, out of breath. He then noticed Scout and turned towards her,

"And youse is in big trouble for leavin with Sage. Spot wants ta see the two of youse now." I sent Scout a worried glance as me, her and Les followed Spark back to Brooklyn.

We soon made it to the Brooklyn Lodging House, and entered to find Spot pacing. He turned to us and had anger in his eyes. He immediately exploded at Scout.

"Have youse lost yer damn mind? Youse know not to take Sage out of Brooklyn-"

"Huh? When did that become a rule?" Scout interrupted.

"Use yer common sense, woman!" he then noticed Les cowering behind Scout's legs, and Spot's eyes softened.

"Sorry, Sprout," he said. Les sighed with relief and stepped out into the open.

"Spot, we's have somethin to tell ya," Scout started. Spot crossed his arms over his chest, probably a motion to say go on.

"Well, seeing as Sage can't fight good, Sprout thought that maybe I should train her." Spot blinked, and responded,

"Only if I help," he said, playing with the gold tip of his cane. I smiled at Les, who in return grinned.

"Great, we can start today! At da docks, now," Scout said, also grinning. Spot placed his hat onto his head and walked to the door.

"Wait, Spot. Are you in any condition to be training me?" I asked him, eyeing his battle wounds from earlier. Spot smirked,

"I'm tough, I can handle anythin." Scout rolled her eyes and ushered Les out of the door, followed by me, and then Spot.

We walked down to the docks, not really saying anything. For some reason Spot had asked Spark to come along. Once we made it to the docks, we noticed it was piled with people. Spot growled, and demanded for everyone to leave or he'd beat them with his cane. At first people just stared at the odd short boy, but all left when they saw him clutching his cane.

Scout and I had lagged behind, viewing the silvery looking water as Spot threatened people. But, not to my amazement, some just didn't want to cooperate.

"Heya, ladies," came an unfamiliar male voice. Scout and I twirled around, and nearly ran into three, stubby looking guys. Scout cocked an eyebrow, and asked,

"Whadaya want?" The first boy chuckled, and stretched his suspenders.

"Well," he said, looking us over. "I'm sure you've already summed that up." I sent Scout a disgusted look, and turned my gaze back to the boys.

"Get lost," Scout demanded. The boys all laughed and gave each other funny glances.

"I don't think so," the first one said, getting a little too close, the other three following the process. I soon realized that we were at the very edge of the dock, and I looked over my shoulder at the water, fear flashing through my eyes.

Please don't push me, please don't push me, please don't push me…I prayed, as one of the guys grazed their hand over my cheek. I instinctively pushed it away, and scowled.

"Not very obedient," he said, glaring down at me.

Oh no, here it comes…He's going to push me into the water…I just know it. But before the boy could do anything, a voice behind him said,

"Leave 'em alone!" I was so relieved when I heard Spot's voice. The three boys turned around, and glared intently at Spot and Spark.

"And what are you going to do if we don't?" the leader asked, fear striking through his voice. Obviously he's heard of Spot, since fear struck his features.

"Do youse wanna wait and find out?" Spot shot back, his cold eyes boring into him. The leader glanced at his gang, and they must've sent each other some sort of 'message' with their eyes. The three of then began to gang up on Spot and Spark. They probably figure they could outnumber them, which was a stupid idea.

Spot chuckled and ducked as the leader threw a punch. He tripped the boy, causing him to fall on his face. One of the other boys went flying into the river, thrown in by Spark. Scout, apparently left out, punched the last boy, and then kneed him. The leader rose to his feet and took off running, the others hot on his heel.

I laughed, and noticed that I was still at the edge, and immediately grabbed hold of Scout's arm. She laughed as we made our way over to Spot and Spark.

"Youse goils okay?" Spot asked, looking at us with an emotionless expression. I nodded, and Scout saluted.

"Okay, good. Now we's can start da train." I gulped as Spot motioned me over.

"Okay, we is gonna start with blockin, somethin you ain't too good at," Spot said, causing me to scowl.

"Okay, now throw a punch at me." I shrugged and did what he said. I brought my fist back and put as less effort into it as possible. Spot rolled his eyes and brought his arm up, stopping my punch from coming in contact with his face.

"Now, I want youse ta do da same thing," he said. I stepped back, scared of what might happen.

"Don't worry, I ain't gonna hit you." I felt a bit uneasy, but readied myself. When I saw him draw back his arm, I immediately brought my arm up as his fist collided with it. He didn't put any force into the punch, so I wondered how it would feel if it were a real hard punch.

"Good job," Spot congratulated me. I let out my breath, and smiled at Scout.

"Now how's that for the first time?" I asked her.

"Pretty good," she said, giving me a thumbs up. Les grinned as Spot explained the next step.

"Okay, now you send me an uppercut, okay?" I sighed, and brought my fist up to his chin. He gradually caught my fist in his hand like it was no big deal. He's…really good, I thought.

"Good, now I'm gonna do da same ta youse, and you jus' do what I did." I nodded, and waited for Spot to start. He brought his fist up, but I wasn't fast enough. Before his fist could collide with my chin he stopped.

"Oh, shit," I muttered. Spot looked surprised at my language,

"Okay den. We is gonna need ta practice with dat. Let's do it again, and dis time don't be scared." I nodded, and as soon as I saw his fist fly up, I brought my hand out and caught his fist poorly. He laughed,

"Pretty good. But youse need to tense up yer arm so youse don't block loosely." He then motioned for Scout to come over, and she obeyed.

"Okay, Scout. Youse send me an uppercut, and den a punch. Got it?" Spot said. Scout shrugged, and immediately brought her fist up. Spot caught it in his hand, and Scout sent the punch with her free hand, and Spot blocked it with his other arm. I could tell that she wasn't holding back her force with the punches since Spot's arms tensed up, like he had instructed me to do.

Spot turned to me with a grin,

"Now youse do dat." I looked down at Les, who also grinned. I shook my head, and muttered a curse word under my breath. I did the same thing as Scout, and the same thing played over again. Instead Spot didn't need to put force into his blocks because I was afraid to put force into my punches.

"Okay, good start. Now, block me." He immediately, and forcefully, brought his fist up into an uppercut. I gasped, and put my hand out, catching his. There was this loud 'clap' sound. I didn't have time to congratulate myself, because Spot sent his punch. I put my arm out and felt the pain from his punch. It stung, and I could tell that this wasn't his best. He was still going easy on me.

I pulled my arms away and clutched my sore arm, glaring at Spot. There was a huge red spot on my arm, and it stung like hell.

"You idiot! It's too early to be puttin force into yer punches," Scout hissed.

"Shut up and let me teach 'er!"

"But dis was mine and Les's idea! Why can't I teach 'er?" Spot rolled his eyes,

"'Cause I said so." Spot turned to me and said,

"Let's see how good youse can punch. Put all of your force into a punch, not an uppercut, and I'll block it." I didn't feel afraid anymore. For some reason I was actually hoping he'd miss blocking me, and I'd nail him. He deserved it for hurting my arm. I brought my fist back, and I noticed that Spot's arms were loose. Here goes nothing…

My fist flew to his face, and he instantly brought his arm up. Once my fist came in contact with his arm, his eyes grew wide. He tensed up, and stumbled backwards. I heard someone gasp, and Spot pulled his arm away, rubbing the spot that I had just punched the hell out of.

"What the," he started. "How did you…" I then heard laughter coming from behind me. I turned around to find Scout and Les practically dying from fits of laughter.

"That…was awesome!" Scout shouted, causing Les to stumble a bit.

"How did youse do dat? I thought you said youse couldn't fight," Spot said. Smiling, I told him,

"I lied."