I do not own Newsies, or any of the Newsies characters. To the best of my knowledge they are owned by Disney.

I am making no money from this story. I seriously doubt the sanity of anyone who would pay money to read anything I have written.

Racetrack cons Dutchy and Pie into an overnight hiking trip on a deserted island.

Modern, Humor, Fluff, Mild Slash. Rated for Language.

A/N: This is the third and final chapter of this story.

CHAPTER 3 - The Revenge

"Here comes Racetrack," Dutchy said as he extinguished the campfire.

"And he's three hours late exactly like you said he'd be," Pie chuckled. "It's a good thing you saved those sandwiches or we'd be half starved by now."

"Shit!" Dutchy grumbled. "I just remembered I owe that son of a bitch ten dollars."

"What for?"

"Okay, Pie. . . .The real reason you were tricked into coming on this trip was because . . . Well, I've liked you for a long time now. I've been trying to get you to notice me, but you just looked at me like one of the guys. I talked to Race about it, and he came up with this ridiculous plan. He said that you would be more interested in me if I could impress you by being like one of those macho guys that you hang out with at school."

"Where does Race get these stupid ideas? If I'd wanted to be with one of those macho guys, I would have . . . you know . . . done what we did last night with one of them. But I didn't want to be with one of them. I wanted to be with someone special . . . And I was," Pie smiled as a blush crossed his face.

"I told Race that it was a stupid plan. I was sure that you'd figure out what was going on and want to kill me. He bet me that you and I would be making out under the stars before the night was over."

"We did a lot more than make out," Pie grinned.

"Yeah. He said that would probably happen, but I didn't believe it."

"Are you disappointed?" Pie asked.

"Hell no! I'm thrilled. I couldn't be happier . . . Why? Are you sorry about last night?"

"Of course not," Pie said as he pulled Dutchy closer for a kiss. "Last night was the best night of my life. And this morning was even better!"

"Then you have no regrets?"

"Only one," Pie answered.

A pain filled Dutchy's chest as his heart sank. This was what he'd been afraid of.

"So what's your regret?" Dutchy asked cautiously.

"I regret that I owe that little S.O.B. ten bucks myself."

"For what?"

"He bet that not only would I have a good time with you on this camp-out, but I would also have the time of my life. And I sure as hell did," Pie grinned. "I hate it when that little bastard is right. He really loves to rub it in."

"Hey, Pie. You wanna give Racetrack a run for his money?"

"Whadda you mean?"

"How about we teach him a lesson before we hand over our hard earned cash? I mean, we are going to pay him. He did get us together and all. But let's face it, you could have been killed. And you're right. He does so love to rub it in when he's right about something."

"It think it's a great idea. What do you have in mind?"

"Just follow my lead and look pitiful. Maybe moan with pain every now and again, okay?"

"Devious as well as sexy," Pie grinned. "I like that in a man!"

Dutchy removed what was left of his shirt, and then tore it into pieces. He wrapped a wide strip around Pie's head to make it look like he had a head injury and used another to put his arm into a sling. Then they took time for one more kiss before Race rowed to shore.

When Race reached the campsite he found Pie Eater sprawled on the ground moaning in pain, and Dutchy holding his hand and looking worried.

"What the hell happened?" Race asked breathlessly as he rushed to Pie's side. The color had drained out of his face, and a slight panic had set in.

"You and your big idea is what happened!" Dutchy spat. "I told you that he would figure out that this was all a hoax. When he did, he was furious!"

Pie let out a loud moan and a pitiful groan. Then he threw in a couple of weak coughs for good measure. Dutchy had to cough himself to cover the chuckle that he was fighting to hold back.

"But what happened to him?" Racetrack asked.

"He started shouting about getting to the phone and getting off this island. Then he said that he was going to kick your ass for making a fool out of him. When he climbed up the embankment, he caused a rockslide that almost buried him in debris."

"Cough, groan, moan!" Pie added.

"It took me half the night to cut enough branches with my pocket knife so I could weave a litter to carry him back here. Fortunately I was able to get a fire started and use the litter as firewood to keep him warm until you arrived."

"Why the hell didn't you call for help!" Race asked as he leaned over his friends injured body.

"Groan, cough, cough, moan!"

"What? On this?" Dutchy snapped as he handed Racetrack the broken phone. "You and your big ideas. Now can we get the hell of this island so we can get him to a hospital already?"

"Moan, cough, sigh."

"Sure, Sure," Race said. "Let me help you get him to the boat."

"You've done enough already! I've gotten him this far. I'll get him to the boat myself!"

Dutchy leaned over Pie and said, "You're going to be okay, buddy. I'm gonna take you to the boat now."

Pie opened his eyes and looked at Dutchy. "Mom? Is . . . Is that you, Mom?" he moaned as though he were delirious.

That was it. Dutchy lost it. He buried his face in Pie's neck and began to laugh.

Race saw Dutchy slumped over Pie and thought that his laughing was actually crying. "Jesse, Dutch. Please don't cry. He's gonna be all right. You'll see."

This caused Pie to start laughing.

Dutchy lifted his head enough to say, "You just go over and steady that boat. I'll take care of him."

Pie looked over Dutchy's shoulder and saw Race hurrying to the boat. Then he pulled Dutchy down for a kiss. Dutchy was laughing until Pie stuck his tongue down Dutchy's throat. Pie gave him a little grind as well.

"Cut it out!" Dutchy huffed. "You're going to get me excited."

"Well, I got you to stop laughing, didn't I?" Pie smirked.

Dutchy hoisted Pie up enough to climb his back, and then he carried Pie to the boat and gently helped him in. Dutchy then slid in behind him and softly stroked his brow. Dutchy tried to remain serious, but it was hard to do as Pie kept pushing himself back and grinding against Dutchy's lap. "You're such a bitch," Dutchy whispered into Pie's ear. Pie answered by grinding just a bit harder than before.

Race's stomach knotted as he looked at his best friend. "You're gonna be okay, buddy. Just hang in there. I'll get you to the hospital in no time."

Pie groaned then dramatically pulled Dutchy's head down and whispered in his ear.

"Sure, kid," Dutchy replied. "I'll do anything you want."

"What did he say?" Race asked.

Pie and Dutchy looked at each other and started to sing, "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-nine bottles of beer - - "

Racetrack stopped rowing and gaped at his friends. "You bastards!" he shouted. "You dirty rotten bastards! I'm gonna kill both of ya!" Racetrack stood up in the rocking boat and made a grab for Pie's shirt.

Dutchy leaned forward and pushed Race away from Pie. "Back off, jackass! He really is hurt! Just not as bad as we made out."

"Oh yeah? Well he looks okay to me! What the hell is wrong with him!"

"He got caught in a rockslide like I said. He's pretty banged up, and his foot got pinned between two large rocks. We really do need to take him to the hospital to get checked out. He could have gotten killed, Race."

"And if it wasn't for Dutchy, I would still be on that ledge hanging upside down by my ankle. He got my leg free, carried me back to the campsite, and took care of me all night. He really is Super Nature Boy."

"Well you look pretty happy for someone who's supposed to be hurt," Race grumbled. "What's all this ninety-nine bottles bullshit?"

Dutchy and Pie looked at each other and started to laugh. "Let's just say that it's our special song and leave it at that," Pie grinned.

"Whadda you mean your special song? And why are you two looking at each other like that? . . . Hey, are you two- -?"

"We sure are," Dutchy said proudly.

"Did you two actually - -?"

"We sure did," Pie grinned. "Twice!"

"Well, I'll be a son of a bitch!" Racetrack laughed.

"You already are," Dutchy smirked.

"Oh Yeah. Well I may be a son of a bitch, but I'm the son of a bitch that's gonna get twenty bucks from the two of you when we get back!"

"It was well worth it," Dutchy smiled as he slid his arm around Pie.

"I love it when I'm right!" Race smirked. Then as he rowed he started to sing, "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall . . ."

The End

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A/N: Beta credit for this chapter goes to Shavynel, who not only beta'd but showed me some great editing features that have been hiding in my computer.

Thanks to all who inquired about Seems Like Only Yesterday. This story is still active, and I plan to post the next chapter soon.