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

I am making no money from this story (another big surprise).

Race has met the girl of his dreams. Spot has met the girl of his nightmares. And nobody wants to tell the toughest girl in New York that she needs a shave.

1899, Humor. SLASH Sprace Javid

A/N: Beta credit to pennylayne, the quintessential overachiever.

In just one night, pennylayne beta'd this story, and wrote and posted the first four chapters of her new story A Very Thin Line. Check it out. It's great!

WARNING: Be advised that despite the title this a SLASH story not a Mary Sue story.

This story was written to entertain and not to offend the Mary Sue lovers of the world.

Chapter 5

Spot and Race were sitting at the edge of the dock when Jack and David returned. They were laughing and whispering and shoving each other playfully.

"Well, you two seem to be getting along," Jack laughed. Then he noticed the bruise under Race's eye.

"Dammit, Spot! What the hell did you do that for? Only a coward would hit a girl!"

"First of all, he ain't no girl. And you'd better watch your mouth, Kelly! 'Cause nobody calls me a coward and gets away with it!"

"Yeah, Jack. Take it easy," Race said. "It ain't what you think!"

"You stay out of this, Mary Sue. This is men's talk! I'll take care of this coward myself!"

David was watching Racetrack carefully. His speech pattern and expressions were definitely different than they were earlier in the day.

"Race?" David asked. "You are Race, right?"

"Yeah, Dave, it's me."

"Race. . . Please don't tell me that this was all a fake and you had us worried for nothing."

"Hey! Who do you think you're shovin', Cowboy?"

"You, ya little woman-hittin' coward!"

"No Dave. I've just been pretendin' for a couple of days. Since Spot got mad and told me that I wasn't Mary Sue and that I should think more about shavin' and less about what my ass looked like in the mirror."

"Well, how long has Spot known?"

"I told him while you and Cowboy were out havin' dinner."

"What did he say?"

"Before or after he gave me this black eye?"

"Ouch! You bit me! You little bastard, you bit me!"

"You bit me first, you horse-ridin' wanna-be!"

"Dave? . . . Shouldn't we try and stop them two from fightin'?"

"Nah. They're alright. . . So why didn't you say anything when you first realized that you weren't Mary Sue?"

"Well . . . Um . . . It's kinda hard to explain, Dave."

"Race? Why is your face all red? . . . Wait a minute. . . Not you and Spot? . . . You mean, you and Spot are? . . ."

"Yeah, I guess we are. But please don't let on that you know. Okay, Dave? I mean, if any of the guys find out, especially the Brooklyn guys. . . Well, you know what could happen."

"Ouch! Let go'a my nose!"

"You let go'a mine first!"

"Of course I won't say anything, Race. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, Dave. I just wanna stay here one more night, and then I'll go back to Manhattan. I'll explain everything to Jack then."

"Don't worry about explaining it to Jack. I'll do that on the way home tonight. You stay here and work things out with Spot."

"Thanks, Dave. You're aces!"

"Get off'a me ya big girl!"

"I'm a big girl? You're the one with the girly-face! . . . Ouch! You broke my nose!"

"I didn't break your nose you big baby, but if you don't get off'a me right now, I will break your nose!"

"Maybe you're right, Race. Maybe we'd better separate these two he-men."

It took a bit of doing, but Race and David finally pulled Spot and Jack away from each other.

"Okay, Jack," David said patting him on the back. "It's getting late, and I think that we'd better head for home."

"Head for home? Are you crazy? We can't leave Mary Sue alone with him!"

"Jack, I think that you're getting a little confused. That's Racetrack, not Mary Sue, remember?"

"Yeah, but she thinks he's a girl . . . I mean he thinks she's a girl . . . I mean . . ."

"Yes, Jack. I know what you mean. But Race is going to be just fine. I'll explain it all on the walk home."

"I can't walk home. That little bastard bit me on the ankle!"

"Your ankle is going to be just fine. I'll make it feel better when we get home."

"How the hell are you gonna do that?" Jack huffed.

David whispered something to Jack, which caused him to grin from ear to ear.

"Come on, Dave. Can't you walk any faster? The sooner we get started the sooner we'll be home, and you can start making this ankle of mine feel better!"

"Bye, guys!" Race called. "I'll see ya back in Manhattan tomorrow. And stay away from those dark alleys. You don't want any of those Mary Sue's gettin' ya!"

Race looked over at Spot. He was leaning against some packing crates and was obviously sulking.

"What's the matter with you?" Race asked.

"That son-of-a-bitch bit my ear! It hurts like hell!"

"Let me take a look at it," Race said. When he got close enough, he blew into Spot's ear and whispered, "I bet I know how to make it feel better."

"Why, Mary Sue," Spot grinned. "That isn't a very ladylike thing to say."

"Who are you callin' a lady, pal?" Race asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Ya know, Race, Jack gave me a good sock to the mouth too."

Race lifted Spot's chin to examine the injury. He moved his fingers across Spot's lips and said, "I can definitely make this feel better."

Spot tilted his head and pointed to the base of his neck. "Jack kicked me right here and it feels awfully sore," he smirked.

Race moved his face closer to get a better look. A chill ran through Spot's body as Race's warm breath washed over his neck. "I'm sure that I can make that feel better, too," Race grinned.

"Come to think of it, Jack got in a few good shots. There are places all over my body that could use a little attention."

"Well, it looks like I've got my work cut out for me," Race chuckled. "Let's go inside so I can get a better look."

"Wait a minute, Race. Don't forget that the guys still think that you're Mary Sue. It would be too hard to explain why you didn't leave with Jack if they found out that you're back to normal."

"Quit talking nonsense, Spottikins," Race said as he flipped his imaginary long hair. "And stop calling me Race! I'm going back up to my room, and don't you dare try to follow me!" Race stopped to give Spot a wink before he marched into the warehouse and stomped up the stairs.

Spot laughed as he ran behind Race and took the stairs two at a time. "That door better not be locked, Mary Sue," he shouted. "Get ready 'cause I'm comin' in!"

End

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