A/N: Ha! I got the Lion King on Broadway soundtrack with Maxie Casella! I love him! haha, just had to tell you all that! Check it out if you haven't heard it. He rocks the everything! Oh, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. I'm at my mom's work so it's just kind of coming out of nothing, loL! Read and review please!

Lucks woke the next morning to yelling, which she was used to. But then again, the yelling she was used to was a very tired Flashbox screaming, "CARRY THE BANNER! COME ON LADIES!" The voice she was hearing now was one that she was sure came from a short Italian named Racetrack Higgins. In fact, as she sat up, she saw the voice did come from a short Italian named Racetrack Higgins. She smiled.

"Come on, ladies. Inta da washroom. Let's go. Carry da bannah. Don't wanna be late!" Race yelled as the large group of girls ran into the washroom, all of them blushing from head to toe.

As Cupcake came running through the room, Racetrack stopped her. He got down to her level and smiled. "Heya, Dollface." She blushed. "I do believe ya owe me a dance." Cupcake nodded, her face was beet red. "Good." He picked her up and rested her on his hip. "Do ya like ta Tango?" He smiled, he took her hand and tango-ed with her all the way down to Lucks' bed, where he turned to wink at her, and then he took Cupcake all the way back to the washroom door, humming all the way. The little girl giggled and Race chuckled. "Dat was excitin', we should do it again sumtime." He set her down and she ran into the washroom.

As Race turned around, he was nearly knocked over by a thirteen-year-old. "Hi, Racetrack." She smiled.

"Heya." Race smiled. Then he glanced at Lucks, she was beginning to walk towards him. He smirked and turned back to the girl. "Is it yoah turn?"

"No, I do believe it's mine." Came Lucks' voice as she came up next to Race.

Race smiled. "Sorry, doll." He shrugged at the thirteen-year-old. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Lucks grinned. Race turned to her. "Ya wanna dance?" He took her hand in his and placed his other hand on her waist. Then he pulled her closer and dipped her.

Lucks laughed. "Come on, Race, put me down, willya?"

"Like dis?" He pretended to let go of her.

She shrieked and clutched to his shirt. "No, not like dat!"

He chuckled and picked her back up, then he began dancing with her around the room. The two of them were laughing in no time and they both collapsed on her bed.

Knock knock!

Lucks sat upright and ran to the door. A newsie stood on the top stair, he was tall (well, everyone was taller than Lucks, but he was taller than that) with broad shoulders and a stone face. "Yes?" Lucks raised an eyebrow. Race came to join her and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Spot sent me ta getchoo two. 'E says ya needs ta tawk ma about lass nigh'."

Lucks looked up at Race. He nodded to the other boy. "We'll be righ' dere."

The boy nodded, tipped his hat to them, and left.

Race turned around and headed into the washroom. Lucks chuckled and ran after him. "Race, ya don't wanna do dat." She wheeled him around and went into the washroom herself. All the girls were in their, getting ready for the day. The reason Race 'didn't want to do that' was because half of the girls were changing their clothes.

"All 'ight Ladies!" Lucks yelled. "Let's get a move on! The presses ah rollin'!"

"Hey, Lucks," one of the older girls asked.

"Yeah?"

"Wheah's Flash an' da uddahs?" Asked another.

"Dey had business in Brooklyn. Dey'll be back latah." She replied. "Let's go, let's go, let's go! Get a move on!"

And within the next five minutes, all the girls in the place zoomed out of the lodging house, flying passed Race. A couple of them stopped to let out a flirtatious "Bye, Racetrack." Finally, no one was left but Lucks and Race. She looked at him and then down at herself. He was already dressed... she wasn't.

"Turn around," She said flattly, grabbing her clothes out of the drawer.

"Why?" Race smirked.

Lucks threw her hat at him. "Do it."

Race chuckled, but turned around like a gentlemen while she changed her clothes. When she was finished, she walked up to him and they linked arms. He took her hat and shoved on her head, and they made their way to Brooklyn.

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It was eerie to wake-up in Brooklyn. That's what Giggles decided as she sat in that same room in the lodging house, Mush's arms wrapped around her. A thick fog was settling in, and that same chilling breeze came in through the windows. The room had no lights in it, and so the pale light of the rising sun came in through the windows, though you coudln't see it much because of the fog.

Cat was asleep, her black locks hung limply off of Blink's shoulder. He was close to falling back asleep as well, the eye that could be seen was drooping as his head was lolling up and down. Both of them were seated on the torn couch next to Mush and Giggles.

Bow was asleep on the couch next to Blink, her head was rested on the arm and her body was stretched out next to her. Snipes sat next to the couch, his head resting on the side, he also slept.

Most of Jack's boys were sitting along the wall, all of them ready to go back to sleep as well. After all, they had all gone to sleep rather late the night before, and now they were woken up at the crack of dawn.

Fidget was in a dazed state, her eyes fixated on the ground near her's and Skittery's feet. She took a deep breath and sighed, resting her tangled mess of brown curls on his shoulder. He sighed too and started playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

Curly was in the washroom. She had told Flashbox that she didn't feel well, and then went directly into the washroom. She hadn't come out since.

Flash was now standing near the doorway of the room, talking to Jack. Her hands were crossed over her chest. He was leaning against the doorway, listening intently, but without enthusiasm, and he also had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Jack, listen... about las' nigh'..." She began, her voice was low so no one in the room could hear her.

"Yeah, whad about it, Flash?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." Flash looked down at the ground.

"What?" He continued looking at her, doubtful that he was hearing her correctly.

"I'm sorry, a'righ'? I'm sorry dat we were both jerks ta eachuddah." She looked up at him, emphasing 'both' with everything she could.

Jack sighed and nodded. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm sorry too."

"Really?" This time she raised an eyebrow.

"Do I hafta repeat meself, Flash?" He asked, annoyed.

Flash let a soft smile escape her lips. "No."

Spot was outside, whispering to his boys, giving them instructions that no one else knew about. They nodded and left. Spot peered through the fog and saw two figures approaching on the docks. They were both hugging each other and shivering slightly. It must've been Lucks and Race. He motioned for them to follow him and he made his way back into the barracks.

Footsteps could be heard just outside the room and everyone the room jumped. Then Spot appeared in the doorway, just as he had done the night before. Flashbox and Jack moved out of his way. Jack absently put a hand on her lower back to make sure she didn't run into him. All the breath rushed out of her for a quick second.

Spot looked around the room. "Where's Curly?" He raised an eyebrow.

Flash took a moment to catch her breath before saying. "She's upstairs, said she didn't feel good."

Spot's face fell suddenly before going stone cold again. He needed to keep his cool. He nodded. "Will sumone go get her?"

Fidget nodded and stood up. "I will." She said. As she passed Spot, she lowered her face so he couldn't see her. She didn't know why, though. Somehow, everyone felt that since they weren't in their domain anymore, Spot was incharge. They all felt like subjects to a king. Spot did that to people.

After Fidget's footsteps faded away upstairs, two more sets approached the room. All eyes were on the doorway as Lucks and Racetrack stepped into the room. Their once happy faces turned solid after setting foot in the mess of fog. They too came into the room.

There were mutters and mumbles all around the room. Everyone afraid to speak to loudly. Spot was silent. Race whispered one thing into Lucks' ear and then they were both silent. Flashbox had a confused expression on her face and she turned to mutter something to Jack. He shrugged and she turned back around to look at Spot. Slowly, Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Then, Fidget and Curly came into the room. Fidget looked very worried, Curly looked weak, as though something had taken all the energy out of her body.

Fidget helped her into the room. Curly touched Fidget's arm to say 'Thank you', and walked to Spot. She gave him a small glare as he wrapped his arm around her waist, but then she decided she needed something to protect her from falling over, so she scooted closer to him.

Fidget went to sit next to Skittery. "What happened?" He whispered. She shrugged. "I found her in da washroom. She was asleep." Skittery nodded and she went back to resting her head on his shoulder.

"So, now that everyone's here." Spot said, looking around.

"Whadd're we gonna tawk about?" Giggles asked.

"Yeah, we a'ready hoid Race's story." Mush agreed.

Spot looked down at Curly. "Dere was anuddah poison who witnessed it."

Curly looked directly into his grey eyes and then she sighed, looking down at the ground.

"Curls?" Lucks asked, walking over to her friend and taking her hand. "Please tell us yoah side 'a' da story."

Curly nodded and cleared her throat. Lucks stepped away and went back to Race. Everyone went silent. "I was heah, as you all know. Me an' Spot were tawkin' t'ings ovah." She looked up at Spot. She didn't want to tell the rest of them, she didn't feel she had to. "Den I decided ta leave, get back home, ya know. When I see Race tawkin' ta dis goil. I heard all dese people tawkin' in Italian, like Race said, and den it happened." She looked over at Race and his face fell. "I didn't know what ta do, I couldn't think... I couldn't do anythin', so I juss screamed." She looked around the room now, everyone had solemn expressions. "Den I heard Race call fa help, and a couple 'a' Spot's boys heard me and ran down dere. Den Spot came out." She shrugged. "Dat was it."

Everyone was still silent, waiting for Spot to say something, but he didn't. So, instead, Jack said something. "Didya heah anythin' when you were wit Spot, before?"

Curly looked up and shook her head. "Nuttin'. Like I said, we were tawkin' t'ings ovah, so I couldn't really heah anythin' else dat was goin' on."

"Spot, do ya t'ink any of ya boy's hoid anythin'?" Lucks suggested.

Spot shook his head, he'd already asked most of them. Then, Curly began to panic. Had they heard her and Spot's argument? Is that why they hadn't heard anything going on outside? Everything came flying back to her.

--- (cue flashback) ---

Curly walked into the barracks that night and made her way up the creaky staircase, skipping over the holes where the boards were missing. She found a beat up door and knocked. It led to the bedroom of the King of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon himself.

"Yeah?" Came a voice from inside.

She felt the pull on her stomach again, like she had to throw-up, but she resisted. She let herself in and spotted Spot Conlon, sprawled on the bed and dawdling with the key around his neck.

Spot looked up at her and smirked. "Heya, Curls, how's it rollin'?" He called.

Curly bit her tongue, ready to cry. She resisted that too and shrugged.

Spot stood up and moved over to her. He shut the door behind her. Then he wrapped his arms around her, holding her from behind, and kissed her neck.

Curly swatted him away and wiggled out of his reach. She crossed the room and looked out the broken window. The view was the moon reflecting off the river.

"'S'a'mattah?" Spot frowned, coming towards her again.

She shuddered. "Spot, we needs ta tawk." She said, staring into his blue eyes.

He continued frowning. "'Bout what?"

"I'm pregnant."

Spot's mouth fell open. "Say dat again?"

"I'm pregnant, Spot. An' don't pretend ya didn't heah me, cuz I know ya did." She spat. Her stomach lurched again and she fluttered her eyelashes, trying to keep in the tears.

"You gotta be jokin' me, Curls. Dis ain't very funny." He said, moving away from her.

"I ain't jokin', Spot." She growled, her hormones getting the best of her. A tear trailed down her cheek.

Spot looked up at her and then quickly turned away. "How far..."

"Two months, I t'ink." She replied. She walked over and sat on the bed.

"Two months?" Spot thought about it. He didn't remember that. "How could dat be, Curls?" His face began turning pink, though it could barely be seen.

"I dunno, Spot, you tell me." She glared up at him, raising her voice. Then she muttered something in Spanish.

Spot was angry now. No one raises their voice to Spot Conlon. "Was it Kelly?" He hissed.

Curly was appalled. She was going to jump right back at him. "Whad if it was, huh, Spot? Whad if it was?" She hissed.

Spot glared. "Don't mess wit me, Curly. Dis is serious."

Curly jumped up from the bed, got right in Spot's face and yelled. "I'm not kiddin', Spot! Okay? Dis is not somethin' to kid about!" And with that, she slapped him across the face and stormed downstairs and out the door.

She looked up to see Racetrack talking to a girl that she'd never seen before. "Great." She muttered, frantically wiping the tears out of her eyes. Then, she heard yelling in an odd language, probably Italian. And then... boom. She saw the girl's body fall limply to the ground and she screamed.

"Sumbody get help!" Race called.

Some of the Brooklyn boys heard the scream and dashed out onto the docks. Spot came out. He looked at the scene, then at Curly.

"I'm so sorry." She whimpered.

He hugged her, but didn't make eye contact. Then the two of them headed to the docks.

--- (end flashback) ---

"Curls? Ya okay?" Giggles asked, shaking Curly out of her daze.

"Huh?" Curly looked around the room. Spot, Jack, Racetrack, Mush, and Skittery were all huddled around, talking things over. All the other boys were asleep. Giggles, Fidget, Lucks, and Flashbox were around her. "Um... yeah, I think I'll be fine." She smiled. Her stomach lurched and she winced slightly. "I'll be okay." She reassured them. Or was it herself?

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End Note: Okay, so this was kind of short, and mainly about Curly, but hey, that's the way things roll! I actually liked how it turned out, I hope you did too. And, is that a relationship forming between Jack and Flash... or just a friendship? hmm... More about the Curly and Jack relationship later also. Please review! I love reviews!