Disclaimer: I own Wallace…and all the other names that don't appear in the movie Gangs of New York….Everyone else you do recognize AKA people such as Bill the Butcher, or places such as Paridise Square, they all belong to the director people of Gangs of New York. Some of the information comes from both a book based on the real Gangs of New York and from the movie itself….

Anyways…Holy crap…last time I updated this was back in June I am so sorry everyone…had some roadblocks on this, but now I have a very good idea where to take this so updates will be more frequent I hope…

But I do have some review thankees to be handing out….so here they go!

Cooper Fizz: (major blush) that is one of the first times a work of mine has been called well edited I'm horrible at that…So thanks a lot that means a lot to me. I get really detailed with stuff…some times I over do it, but I really appreciate you're review and I hope you keep on reading…cause like I said things are going to start getting exciting after this chapter, but I'm not sayin how! Bwhaha….Anyways again thanks for you're review hope to hear from you again.

Trooper 3.6: Yeah it was a while wasn't it…I'm sorry…like I said…major writers block…But hopefully that tis all over with! Yay! I hope the gang fight was ok and I hope you like this new chapter, as I said to Cooper, things are really going to start getting exciting after this chapter…I've got big plans on where to take this and its gonna get interesting. So keep reading and I hope to keep hearing from you! Thanks again!

TheDogPorthos Now that's a mouthful….Glad you like this, I'm a history fanatic and I love the Civil War, when I first saw Gangs of New York I fell in love with the movie, just because of the realism about it…then I found out there really were Gangs in New York back then so I was overly happy I think I drove my family nuts for a few days spurting out random 1963 New York facts. I'll definitely consider you're ideas, they sound really good and I could defeinetly work them into the story. I hope you keep reading and I hope to keep hearing from you. Thanks again! Later!

Ok that was all the Newbies…Thanks to everyone who reads this even if you don't leave a review I just appreciate you taking the time to read this…Well enjoy the newest chapter and I'll see you at the end!

Chapter 4

After all he had been experiencing that day, Wallace already had a picture of this Miss Charlotte in his mind; (A/N: I'm sure you all can imagine what he was thinking. Espically after all he's seen that day.) He was shocked to see a grandmother like woman sitting outside a nice building, one of the nicest he had seen since entering the Points. She was crocheting and watching a group of girls and boys play in the street.

"Well I'll be it's my Frankie boy, how's come you aint been visitin' me boy? You too busy to visit ol' Miss Charlotte?" Frank's face went red and he bowed

"Sorry 'bout that, things been getting' ugly out there, plug ugly," he replied with a grin. Miss Charlotte hooted with laughter at Frank's play on words and hit her knee.

"Now whose this little fella?" she said looking at Wallace

"Bill sent me to bring 'em to ya, this is Wallace, Bill asked if he could stay with ya?"

"Dontcha got any folks boy?" Wallace shook his head "where are they?"

"Dead," he said, Miss Charlotte looked at him sympathetically for a second before standing up and walking over to him. She looked him over, then picked up his arm and held it.

"My, your skin an' bones, an' I thought Frankie here was bad, we'll definitely hafta get some meat on those bones. Don't they feed 'cha on them boats" She smiled "but my oh my look at that face, could just make a mother cry, you gonna be workin' for the Butcher?" Wallace nodded "that's good he's a good man, I've been takin' care orphans that work for him for years, aint that right Frankie?" Frank nodded

"You wont find a better lady Wallace,"

"Oh Frank, go on and git," Miss Charlotte said blushing, she put an arm around Wallace's shoulders "well lets go get you settled,"

"I'll see ya 'round Wallace, meet me tomorrow in front of the Old Brewery 'bout noon, I'll give ya some tips on picken's in the five pints" Wallace nodded thanks and followed Miss Charlotte inside.

"Don't got many kids nowadays, most of 'em runnin' with Frankie's gang, they come in every now and then for a warm place to sleep and some hot food, but they mostly take care of themselves." She paused and looked at Wallace "didn't want to join Frankie?"

"Don't think I'm cut out to bein' in a gang ma'am, I've only run solo, tis all I know," she nodded

"well if you didn't have the Butcher lookin' out for you I wouldn't even consider seein' you out there solo, as I'm sure Frankie's already told you, this isn't the old country, things be different here, you wouldn't last out there iffen you didn't have the Butcher behind ya, no matter how good at ya trade eventually you'll get caught"

"Aye, 'e told me,"

"Now your accent, never heard an Irish like that, you fresh off the boat aren't you?"

"Aye, but I aint from Ireland, I'm from Scotland,"

"Ah Scotland, I thought so, was wonderin' how come Bill sent you to me, Bill doesn't fancy the Irish, I think the only reason he likes Frankie is because Frankie was born here and is only half Irish."

"I could tell…that 'e didn't like Irish…not that Frank is one of 'em" Wallace paused as she led him up a set of rickety stairs "'e's ok with Scots right?"

"Wallace, he wouldn't have sent ya to me if he wasn't, I only get those Bill trusts and likes, he don't like you he'll tell you so and leave you to fend for yourself out on the streets." She opened a door and ushered him into a small room, a real bed was in the corner with real blankets. "This is your room, I sleep next-door, I make breakfast when the sun's comin' up and dinner when its settin' ifen you aint gonna make to either one of 'em or just one lemme know 'fore hand so I don't waste food. I lock the front door when they start lighting the lamps, the lamp outside the house is the one I go by, if you aint inside when that light comes on, your out for the night, thats my rule. You don't hafta pay me, the Butcher takes care of all your expenses, but helpin' with chores and bringin' food wont be turned away, if I had more kids I'd insist 'pon it, since I only got you and Sarah you only got to keep your room tidy, that's all I ask."

"There's a girl here?" Miss Charlotte nodded

"Yes, wee little girl named Sarah, 'bout your age she's the Butcher's niece." Wallace nodded unsure what else to do.

That night for the first time in months, Wallace ate more then his fill, he felt like his stomach was bulging. It was a excellent feeling and if it never ended Wallace would be very happy, he liked this full feeling.

After they ate, Wallace helped Miss Charlotte clean off the table, she was very happy about this so much that she kissed both his cheeks when he offered and hugged him tight. This entire time he hadn't met this Sarah, she wasn't at dinner and when Miss Charlotte locked the door Wallace wasn't sure whether or not to speak up. As if reading his mind, she patted his head and said

"Sarah wasn't feeling well 'tall this mornin' so's I made her stay in bed iffen she's feelin' better you'll meet her tomorrow." Smiling and patting him on the head, she handed him a candle, and made her way up the stairs. Taking a deep breath Wallace went up to his own room. At first he wasn't sure he if it was all right to sleep in the bed, she had said it was all right, but it didn't feel right. But the last time he had slept in a real bed was, well back home, his last night in the home he had been born in, his last night in his beloved Highlands. The bed looked so inviting, compared to the hammocks he had been sleeping in since leaving England.

Well it wouldn't hurt to sit down at least, he figured and when he did so; he sank into the bed and laughed. He laughed quietly so not to wake Miss Charlotte, but still he laughed and laughed, so much that his eyes stung with tears. Still chuckling, he reached down and undid the laces of his well worn shoes, come winter he knew he'd need a new pair, the holes in these were getting larger by the day letting all sorts of the elements attack his feet. Back home, during the warmer days, Wallace had gone barefoot, but something kept tellin' him that it probably wasn't the best idea to try walking around the Points in bare feet.

As he put his bare feet down on the floor, he stepped on something that caused pain to shoot up from his foot, he yelped loudly and grabbed his foot. After brushing off the sole of his feet and finding nothing, 'cept a little blood on them, he took the candle and looked down on the floor, looking for whatever had stuck him, he didn't see anything.

Suddenly the door to his room swung open, at first he thought it was Miss Charlotte, either coming to find out what was wrong with him or to yell at him for waking her up, but it wasn't Miss Charlotte standing in the doorway, it was a girl about his age holding the candle out in front of her, she had her other hand on her hip and didn't look to pleased with him.

"You tryin' to wake the dead?" She said in a loud whisper

"I'm sorry, I step-"

"You're lucky Miss Charlotte is deafer then an ol' mule when she's sleepin' she don't take kindly to bein' woken up, she can get pretty nasty then."

"Sorry," the girl sighed and lowered the candle, now Wallace could get a good look at her, she had brown hair that hung down past her shoulders, she was about his height, maybe a little taller or maybe it was just the slant in the floor, Wallace couldn't really tell, and the hand that held the candle trembled slightly.

"So you're the new boy?"

"Aye," he replied bowing his head a little

"What's your name?"

"Wallace, miss,"

"Miss huh? Haven't been called miss 'fore, my names Sarah,"

"Nice to meet you Miss Sarah," even in the darkness he could see her blush, he couldn't understand why however, back in Scotland, if you didn't know a girl or woman's last name you called them miss with their first name, and if you did know their last name it was miss with the last name, it made perfect sense to him it was just out of respect, he really felt out of place with all these new American customs and he hoped he wasn't going to make anymore mistakes.

"Please don't call me Miss Sarah, I'm not one of the uptown girls like the Scamerhorns," (A/N: tried to keep the spelling as well as possible, I'm not good at it and that's as close as I can possible get it. Sorry if its wrongo)

"Scamerhorns? Wallace asked confused, Sarah looked at him like she couldn't believe he didn't know who she was talking about.

"Yes the Scamerhorns have you been livin' under a rock?"

"No, I…I was jus' joshin' you, 'course I know who they are, who doesn'" Wallace lied, making a mental note to ask Frankie in the morning who the Scamerhorns were and possibly other things as well, he wanted to blend in with the New Yorkers not set himself apart from them if he was going to keep making a fool of himself with his ignorance he was going to be in trouble.

Sarah had a look on her face like she didn't believe him, this look followed a wide grin which she directed at him Wallace returned the grin unsure what else to do.

"So you'd be wanting to visit the Scamerhorns right have dinner with them." Normally Wallace would have caught on to her false tone and not allowed himself to be trapped like he was about to, but he was so exhausted from the day no the last few months turmoil and new experiences that he didn't pick up on it. It also didn't help that he wanted to please Sarah, he was desperate to fit into this new environment to make sure he had a permanent acceptance, it had started with Frankie and the Butcher, and Frankie's pal Jim then Miss Charlotte they had all accepted him despite his outsider aura and now he wanted acceptance from Sarah.

"Aye 'course, if they'll 'ave me," Sarah giggled shaking her head, Wallace felt his face turn hot, he had something wrong, what it was for a fact he wasn't quit sure, but he had said something that wasn't right. "What? What I say?"

"The Scamerhorns live uptown," she said still giggling, Wallace looked at her once again showing his lack of knowing. Suddenly Sarah's look of amusement changed to one of understanding and sympathy when she saw the look on his face. "When did you arrive…here in New York," Wallace refused to look at her; she walked closer and cocked her head so she was looking up into his face. "You just got off the boat didn't you Wallace?" she paused smiling sympathetically "you did didn't you?"

"Aye," Wallace said softly slowly looking at her but avoiding looking her in the eye.

"Its nothing to be ashamed of, honest," she paused still smiling "so where did you come from?"

"Scotland,"

"Truthfully?"

"Aye, from the 'ighlands," Sarah sighed and gave a little slow dance turning around slowly and gently, Wallace raised an eyebrow trying to figure out what she was doing.

"Must be beautiful," she walked over to the window which sent a moonbeam into the room. "Then again, anything would be more lovely then this," she paused for a second looking out the window, before turning around and facing Wallace. "My uncle says that it's the fault of the Irish New York is so miserable, I don't believe him though, I'm not really sure who is deblame, but I do not think it is just the Irish." She said.

"So Bill is yer uncle then?"

"My mother was his younger sister,"

"Where is she now? If you do not mind me askin'" Sarah put her head down and didn't answer him. But Wallace didn't need a verbal answer; her actions told him everything he needed to know. "Me mother's gone as well, so's me da." Sarah looked up at him, curious.

"What happened to them?"

"Mother caught an illness years 'go she's with me da' now,"

"What happened to him?"

"Died on the crossin' from England 'ere,"

"So you're an orphan?"

"Aye," Wallace said sitting on his bed, this time he didn't laugh as he sank into the bed. "But as soon as I got 'nough money, I'm goin' 'ome, me grandparents are still livin' in the 'ighlands, so tisnt like I don't 'ave family." Sarah had a look on her face, Wallace couldn't be sure, but it was almost a look of disappointment

"If you're not planning on staying in America, then why did you even come?"

"Twas what me da' wanted, 'e was plannin' once we were settled to send fer me grandparents."

"Can I ask you something Wallace?"

"Aye go fer it,"

"Are you running with a gang?" Wallace shook his head hurriedly

"I work 'lone," he said sitting up straight and proud. "I don't answer to no one, well 'cept Bill 'cause 'e's 'elpin' me." Sarah smiled amusingly at him,

"Well I should be returning to my own room. It was a pleasure to meet you Wallace," he stood up quickly.

"Aye twas,"

"What are you're plans for tomorrow? Maybe I could show you around,"

"I would like that, when?"

"In the morning if that's all right,"

"As long as tis 'fere noon, I promised to meet Frankie at Paradise square," Sarah's smile now turned immediately to a frown

"Frankie?"

"Aye," Wallace replied looking at her confused "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I would just watch yourself around the Little Forty Thieves, it's very easy to get into the gang, its getting out that is the problem part." And with that she was gone.

"But I don't want to join a gang," Wallace said as she closed the door either not hearing him or not wanting to. Sighing, he walked back over to his bed and lay on the blankets watching the moonlight bounce across the room. He wondered was this really right, was he really better off joining Frankie's gang? Or could he make it on his own. These thoughts danced through his mind as the candlelight did the same on the wall next to him, creating eerie shadows that danced a frightening dance. He turned his head away from the wall and blew out the candle.

Ok….so was that a good chapter? Was that a bad Chapter? What do you think of Sarah huh? Why do you think she doesn't like Frankie? Ooo so many questions! Ahhhh….Hehe, anyways you all know the drill….you've taken the time to read the story now if you could just take another minute and leave me a review…Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames will be thrown into New York Harbor…Bwhahaha…Heh…ok yeah….Thanks everyone!

Till next update which will be soon I promise!

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