Author note: I'm only writing this chapter because my sister is begging me to. So here it is…

I don't care if Spot's not Irish, he is now!

A few days passed, and I was getting better. To my surprise, Spot barely came by. I felt like I owed him my life…Actually, I did owe him my life.

Dr. Grey wrote a few things on a piece of paper as he held his clipboard.

"Well, Sage. You've made a miraculous recovery, thanks to your friend," he said. I smiled to myself and waited for him to continue.

"I think it is okay for you to leave the Lodging House now," Dr. Grey told me, putting his hand to my forehead.

"Your temperature is normal. Your throat may feel a bit scratchy, but you should be fine. Just don't go walking in the rain on a cold day," Dr. Grey laughed. I grinned and waited for him to leave.

After he shut the door I jumped out of bed and washed up. I changed into a clean pair of clothes, and couldn't keep from grinning. I let my hair hang down, and sprinted out of the room, nearly colliding with Splinter.

"Heya!" he said, giving me a slight hug.

"Hey! Where is everyone?" I asked. Splinter chuckled at my perkiness and pointed down the stairs.

"Playin cards I think." I gave him a quick thanks and ran down the stairs, almost tripping in the process. I ignored it and ran into the main room where most of the boys sat, playing an intense game of poker.

"Heya boys!" I said, grinning widely. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at me.

"Sage!" Dice screamed, jumping from his chair and wrapping his arms around me. I laughed and returned his hug. All of the boys joined in, causing me to be squashed.

Everyone let go and started up an interesting conversation about cigars. I tuned them out and scanned the room. No Spot. I turned to Dice,

"I'm going out for awhile," I whispered. Dice nodded and returned to the conversation, giving me a quick wave goodbye. I ran out in the foyer, not watching where I was going and ran straight into someone.

I stepped back slightly, and then realized who it was that I ran into. Before anything was said I immediately threw myself into Spot's arms, hugging him tightly. Spot flinched, and hesitantly hugged me back.

It was a tear moment, but none were shed. Instead, an awkward moment kept the two of us clinging together. I felt Spot move back some, and release me. I did the same and smiled up at him.

"Uh…" Spot started.

"Just a way of saying thanks," I told him, giving him an innocent smile. Spot still seemed to be in shock.

"Oh…I, uh…" Spot stuttered, rubbing the back of his head. I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion as Spot stumbled for the right words.

"Yer welcome," he finally said, tearing his eyes away from mine. I laughed and shook my head.

"C'mon, Spot. I want to go see Scout," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door.

"Should youse be outside?" Spot asked, giving me a weird glance.

"I'm fine. I can go outside now!" I opened the door and shoved him out, closing the door behind us. Spot didn't protest to my demand, and began to walk towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

"You seem odd today," I told him. I was still quite shocked that he barely visited me after he had practically saved my life.

"Things is chaotic," he said, watching to kids fight with wooden swords.

"What do you mean?" I asked, walking alongside of him. Spot sighed,

"Youse wouldn't understand." I felt a bit hurt by his words, but pushed that feeling away.

"So, when are we going to continue my lesson?" I asked.

"What do youse mean?"

"The fighting…remember? You and Scout were teaching me how to fight…" Spot shook his head,

"No, no more fighting. Youse have bad luck," Spot said. I sent him a glare, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I do not have bad luck," I told him. Spot laughed and twirled his cane in his hand.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, watching him show off.

"Ah, now dats a mystery even youse can't know, Miss. Matthews," Spot said, bowing slightly.

"You are a mystery!" I said. Something around Spot's neck shimmered in the sun. I glanced down and gasped. The key…I looked up at Spot, who didn't seem to notice me staring at the dreadful key around his neck.

"Spot?" I said, causing him to nearly drop his cane.

"What?" he asked, putting it in his belt loop. When I didn't respond Spot stopped and stood in front of me. He then noticed me staring at his chest, and looked down at the key.

"Oh," he muttered.

"W-why did you keep it?" I asked in an angry voice. Spot tucked the key under his shirt and decided not to answer my question. He turned around and continued walking, ignoring me completely.

Spot didn't even stop even when he knew that I wasn't following him. I was still standing where I was, glaring at his back.

"Bastard," I muttered, moving my feet. I kept a distance from him as we walked over the bridge in silence.

As soon as we made it to Manhattan, I could've sworn I heard Scout screaming. Spot sent me a confused glance, and we sprinted off into the direction.

Scout stood in front of Jack, screaming something in a different language. Spot had an amused look on his face. He, apparently, knew what she was saying. Jack kept the same look on his face: fear.

I cleared my throat, and Scout immediately turned her head to me. Her angry glare soon turned into a surprised look, and then a cheerful one. In one swift movement Scout ran over to me and nearly tackled me to the ground.

"Sage!" she screamed. I laughed and returned her hug. I glanced over at Jack, who was staring in shock at how fast Scout's mood changed.

"Yer better!" Scout said, pulling away. I grinned,

"Yup, thanks to your cousin," I said pointing at Spot. Spot had a look of guilt when I said the word "cousin," and made his way over to Jack.

"What's up with you and Jack?" I asked. Scout sighed in frustration.

"He was hittin on a goil," Scout said. Probably to make her jealous…

"What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"I think it's rude for a guy ta hit on a goil," Scout said, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Are you blind?" I nearly screamed. Scout flinched, and replied,

"No…" I shook my head and slung my arm around her shoulder.

"You just don't see it, do you?"

"See what?" I shook my head.

"Jack's feelings." Scout tilted her head as I put my hands on my hips.

"Jack has feelins? The Jack?" I couldn't help but laugh at her sarcasm.

"Yes, dear Scout. Jack has feelings. But their not ordinary feelings; they're feelings for you." Scout laughed and stepped back,

"Youse lost yer mind!" she said. I shook my head,

"Nope. He likes you, a lot!" Scout's eye color seemed to change instantly from green to blue.

"No way," she muttered, studying the ground.

"Yes way!" Scout glanced over at Jack, and then back at me.

"You like him, don't you?" I asked. Scout's eyes grew wide and she put her hands up in a defending motion.

"No, no, no. Never!" she lied. I laughed,

"Yes you do. It's so obvious!" Scout's face turned a scarlet red as we walked farther away from the boys.

"So what if I do? Doesn't mean anythin." I shook my head,

"It means more than you could ever know. Maybe if you told him-"

"No way! I so don't believe in the whole girl goes to guy first thing. That is just so weird." I smiled,

"You are weird," I said. Scout shrugged and began to whistle to herself, doing a few dance steps in the process.

Audience P.O.V

Spot waited for the girls to get out of hearing distance, and turned to Jack.

"If youse like 'er so much den why don' youse tell 'er?" Jack looked at the ground and fiddled with his fingers.

"It's not as easy as dat," he said. "She's different from da udder goils. Her and Sage are, actually." Spot looked away and smiled. It was true; Scout and Sage were two of the oddest girls in New York, yet the most interesting.

Spot had to admit it, Sage sparked an interest in his heart, but he didn't think anything of it. She'd leave soon, and he couldn't get too attached. It was bad enough that they were becoming close friends.

"Dats probably why she's so poifect for youse," Spot told Jack, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"C'mon, a goil like Scout actually havin feelins for a guy like me…" Spot rolled his eyes,

"Are youse blind?"

"Huh?"

"Scout likes youse, youse idiot!" Spot said, watching people pass by them.

"She does?" Jack asked stupidly. Spot sent him a "duh" look, and nervously fiddled with the change in his pocket.

"She can't," Jack said, looking up at the sky.

"Listen, if youse don' tell 'er den I'm throwin youse off me bridge 'cause I wasted my time jus' tellin youse dis!" Jack flinched,

"What's got youse bugged?" Spot looked around to see if anyone was watching them, and instantly pulled Jack into an alleyway.

"I have somethin to tell ya," he said, glancing at the walls.

"Spot, I had a lot of goils do dis to me, and if youse kiss me…I'll soak ya!"

"Jus' Listen!" Spot ordered.

"What?" Jack asked.

"It's 'bout Scout…" Jack's eyes grew wide, and immediately said,

"What? Youse like Scout too?"

"No, youse bum! Shut up!"

"Sorry…"

"Listen, I've never told anyone dis and it's startin ta bug me, but youse gotta swear dat youse won't say a word afterward!"

"Okay, I swear." Spot glanced around one more time and came closer to Jack.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gettin a lil' too close there, Spot…" Spot growled, causing Jack to glance around nervously.

"Scout isn't really me cousin…She's me sistah." Jack's eyes became wide as he stared oddly at Spot.

"What?" he asked.

"Youse can't tell anyone, got it?" Spot warned. Jack nodded and whispered,

"Does Scout know?" Spot shook his head,

"I don' want ta tell 'er. I jus' can't." Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"And I thought I had problems 'bout 'er." Spot looked down at his shoes and shook his head.

"Now, is youse gonna tell 'er 'bout yer feelins or what?"

"I'm not sure if I want ta now since yer her brodda!" Spot laughed and he and Jack left the alleyway to begin their search for the girls.

Next chapter: Cowboy's feelings for Scout can't be held in any longer. Wanting to tell her so much about how he feels drives him crazy, until he finally finds the courage to approach her. But does he build up enough courage to tell her his feelings, or will he chicken out?

Sage is trying her best to find out why Spot is acting so strange, and demands an answer. Does Spot tell Sage about Scout, or does he ignore the situation and keep his secret to himself? And why does the key start to torment Sage's dreams?

Author note: I hope you guy's enjoyed this chapter. Be proud, my third chapter in one day. Anyways, look out for the next chapter…which will probably be posted tomorrow night. Later!