Chapter 10- Vixen er Yer Sista..

Spot slowly opened his eyes, looking around. Then he remembered, "Vixen?" He looked down, and sighed heavily when he saw me in his arms.
At first he thought it was all a bad dream, but the scent of the river was missing and he knew he was in Manhattan. I stirred slightly, and looked around. I was taken aback by the sites of my environment. I looked up, and smiled as I saw Spot starring at me.

"Heya," I whispered softly. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he watched my lips move.

"Mornin'. How ya feel?"

"I hoit a little, but nothin I can't handle. Wha' bout youse?" He began to cringe, and I looked him over.

"You'se got cuts an' bruises." I pushed myself away, but he wouldn't let me go.

"Naw, don' leave me."

"I'se gotta take care a ya, jist like you did me."

"Ya wanna take care a me? Den just stay put, you'se makin me feel bettah a'ready by being in me arms." I smiled and cuddled into him, but the moment couldn't last. I wouldn't allow it, or at least my head wouldn't.

"Spot, do you care bout me er am I jist anuddah piece a ass?"

He seemed taken aback, "What? Who told ya dat?"

"Jist tell me. What do I mean tah ya?"

"Vixen, I'se do care about ya. God, I'se went back inta dat fire tah git ya, an' you'se think ya're only a piece of ass?"

My face perked up at the answer I had wanted to hear, 'He does care about me! He does!' Dreamily, I looked up into his eyes, and did something I didn't think I'd do. My mouth swept over his, and he kissed back. His arms held my body tight as my one hand was placed on his chest and the other on his cheek. There was a sudden creak, and we pulled apart.

"Spot Conlon!"

Spot wasn't used to being addressed like this, "What ya want? Can't ya see I'se busy?" Then he saw it was Jack, but Spot didn't know why he was so mad. "Oh Jacky-boy, wha's da mattah?"

Jack had something in his hand. I lied back completely confused, I didn't know who in the world this guy was. "How do ya explain dis?" He held up the journal to a page that revealed the signature, 'Snooks O'riley.'

"Dats mine!" I shouted seeing the journal.

"Right, so how do ya know Snooks?"

"I'se don' know 'er. I'se found dat in Spot's room, and jist started writing in it. See," I said taking the journal and flipping it to the end. There revealed my name, and I quickly closed it, hoping he hadn't read it.

Jack's eyes landed on Spot,"How ya git Snooks journal? You know she was me sistah's best friend and she's dead now. So have ya seen me sistah? Conlon, where is me sista?"

Spot looked like a rabbit surrounded by foxes, then he spoke. "Um.. dis here.. uh dis is Vixen," He stuttered, and then his voice became very low, ".. er ya sistah."