Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of it's characters.

Sorry it has taken me so long to get this up. I had finals then Christmas break came and now I'm sick so I am really sorry this is taking so long.

The Next Day

Spot and Blade walked into Tibby's and saw with the Manhattan Newsies.

Brooklyn had joined the strike and now Spot and Blade were into it and wanted to win.

"Hey, Jack." Blade said. "Who was da man wid the camera yesterday?"

"Bryon Denton. He's a reporta fer da Sun. He's printin' a story 'bout da strike." Jack responded.

"an' ya trust 'em?"

"Maybe."

Then Denton walked into Tibby's. "Hey fellas."

"Hey." Everyone responded.

Denton dropped a paper on the table in front of Jack. Jack picked it up.

"Hey, wheres me picture?" Race asked.

"Will ya stop thinkin' 'bout you'se self."

"Hey, Jack ya look like a gentleman." Mush commented as he pointed at Jack's face.

"Get ya fingers off me face, Mush." Jack said and waved his hand away. He then looked down at the picture.

Spot leaned over Jack's shoulder. "Where's me name?" he asked.

The newer boy, David looked at Denton and said, "You got us on the front page."

"You got yourselves on the front page." Denton replied.

"So we're on da front page, what does that get us?" A boy asked.

"What are you'se sayin'!" Mush said

"Ya, you'se get on da front page, you'se famous. Ya can get anythin' ya want." Race stated. "An' that's whats so great 'bout New York."

"Man, what I'd give fer a pair of shoes with machin' laces." Mush said dreamily.

"A permanent box at Sheepshed Races." Race said, stepping forward.

"A porcaline tub wid boilin' water." Spot said and smirked at Blade.

"A nice red dress that costs two dollars." Blade said and returned Spot's smirk.

"A saterday night wid da mayor's daughter!" yelled Blink.

Race declaired himself king of New York then Denton as the rest of the Newsies said what they wanted.

"So, we need some ideas to make 'em listen." David declaired.

"My papers the only one printing any strike new so far." Denton remind them.

"What 'bout a rally?" Jack asked. "We'll make it da biggest thing this towns ever seen."

"Ya!" Everyone agreed.

They planned for the rally to be on Friday night at Medda's instead of poker night.

On the way back to Brooklyn, Spot said. "You'd look real nice in a red dress."

Blade smirked. "An' after you'se take it off me it would be nice ta sit in a porcline tub wid boiling water."

Friday at Medda's

Blade walked into Medda's dressing room and was immediently hugged by Medda.

"It's been so long since I actually got ta talk to ya." Medda said.

"Ya, it has been a while." Blade remarked.

"Why ain't you all decked out in a dress?" Medda asked as she looked at Blade's nice blouse and knickers.

"Theres too amny boys out there. I'm standin' on da stage wid Spot an' I don't wanna be destractin'."

Medda smiled. "You an' Spot still getting' along well?"

"Ya." Blade nodded. "He told me he loved me."

Medda nodded. "Do you know if it's true?"

"Of course I know it is."

"You'se talkin' 'bout me?" Spot asked as he walked through the open door.

"Ya." Blade said

"Come on, da rally's startin'." Spot said

Blade nodded. "See ya out there." She said happily to Medda as Blade and Spot left the room.

They walked out from behind the stage's curtain and the noise was almost defining. Newsies were practicly hanging from the rafters. Blade and Spot came to stand beside Jack and David. Jack and Spot spitshook in greeting.

Jack nodded to Blade and she returned the gesture.

Blade's POV

That was strange. I thought. Jack had never given me as much as a nod in greeting before, normally it was a snide remark. I took a step toward Spot, feeling David's eyes on me.

I saw Jack move forward and told everyone to settle down by screaming as loud as he could. "Carryin' the banner!" The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet.

"So, we come a long way, but we ain't there yet!" Jack yelled. "An', maybe it's only gunna get tougher from now on, but that's fine. We'll jus' get tougher with it." The crowd cheered again. Jack quieted the crowd down again. "But also, we'se gotta get smart and start listenin' ta my pal, David, who says stop soakin' da scabs."

"What are we'se s'posed ta do tad a bumbs, kiss 'em?" Race asked.

"Hey look, any scab we'se see, we'se soak 'em, period." Spot said.

"Ya, what else is we'se s'posed ta do?" I put in.

"Ya!" Came the cries from the other Newsies.

"No, no, that's what they want us ta do. If we get violent, it's just playin' into their hands." David said.

Spot walked over to him. "Look, they're gunna be playin' wid my hands." He growled, raising his fists. "A'right, 'cause it ain't what they say, it's what we say."

"An' no one ain't gunna listen to a word we says till we make 'em."I said, coming over to Spot's side.

"Ya!" The crowd yelled "Ya!" They yelled again as they began having their own conversations on the subject.

"Got no brains!" Jack yelled. "We'se startin' ta fight each other. It's just what the big shots want ta see. That we're street trash wid no brains. No respect fer nothin', includin' our selves." The boys began to sit back down, listening to Jack. "So here's how it is; if we don't act together, we'renothin', if we don't stick together, we're nothin'. An' if we can't even trust each other, we're nothin'."

"Tell 'em, Jack." Blink called from one of the balconies.

"So, what's it gunna be?" Jack yelled.

"We're wid you'se Jack." Race said

Spot walked over to Jack. I followed him. "So, what do you'se say?" Jack asked Spot.

Spot looked at the crowd then at me. I gave him the slightest nod then he turned back to Jack.

"I'se say that what you'se say is what I'se say." Spot and Jack spit-shook and the crowd praised them.

We took each other's hands and held them in the air as the curtain opened for Medda.

Everyone screamed when they saw her. They threw their hats down onto the stage and some whistled.

Medda began to sing as Spot and I sat down near Jack and David. I saw between Spot and Racetrack.

"Hello Newsies, whats new?" Medda asked.

As the show went on, Spot put his arm around me and I leaned into his side.

Most of the other Newsies were standing, but Spot sat with me, just enjoying everyone have fun.

I saw Race and Blink dancing with Medda a smiled.

The song ended and everyone cheered.

Spot took a sip of his beer and began talking to David.

I saw David get up and walked off a few minutes later. I had this strange feeling that something was wrong. David went up to Jack and yelled something at him then pointed to someone.

I looked at where he was pointing. "Shit!" I said and looked at Spot. "Snider's here!"

Snider blew his whistle and a bunch of cops rushed in.

Spot grabbed my arm. "Come on!" He yelled, pulling me to my feet. We began running through the huge mass of people. I could see my brothers running out of the building with Ace following.

I heard Medda scream Race's name as we tried to get out of the building. I felt my arm being grabbed. I turned to see a cop had my arm.

Spot turned and punched the cop in the nose, making him let go of me.

"Spot, there are too many." I said as other cops surrounded us.

Spot and I rammed into a few of them and managed to get outside, but we were surrounded by cops on horseback. There wasn't any way out.

We were taken to a court room after they caught more of us.

"Court is now in cession. Judge E. A. Monaham presiding." A man said.

The judge sat down. "Are any of you represented by council?" he asked. "No, good. That will make things move along."

"Hey your honor, I'se object." Spot said

"On what grounds?" The judge asked.

"On da ground of Brooklyn, your honor." There was some quiet laughing and Spot smiled.

"I fine each of you five dollars or two weeks confinement in the house of refuge."

"What! We don't have that kind of money!" I yelled.

"Ya, we ain't got five bucks, we don't even got five cents." Race said. "Hey your honor, how 'bout I'se roll ya for it, double or nothin'."

"A'right, move along, move along." The judge said, waving his hand.

"Your honor, I'll pay the tines." Denton said as he was let into the room. "All of them."

David walked in with him. "Hey fellas, you alright?" He asked. "Where's Jack?"

"Look we gotta meet at the restarant, everybody." Denton said. "We need to talk."

The judge banded his hammer "Pay the clurk, move it along."

I looked over when a door across the room opened and Jack was pushed through. "Hey, it's Jack."

"Hey fellas." Jack said

"Hey cowboy, nice shiner!" I yelled across the room as we were pushed out the door and into the street.

The Next Day

Spot and I walked into Tibby's the next day to find everyone, but Denton already there. Denton walked in ten minutes after us.

David walked over to Denton with a paper in his hand. "Why didn't the Sun print a story about the rally?"

"Beucase it never happened." Denton said

"What do you'se mean it mever happened! You'se were frickin' there!" I yelled.

"If it's not in the papers it didn't happen." Denton said. "The owners decreed it not be in the papers so therefore… anyway I came to tell you guys good-bye."

Spot put his arm around me as if trying to keep both of us calm.

"What happened?" David asked.

"I got reassigned back to my old job as the Sun's ace war correspondent." Denton said. "The owner thinks I should only cover the really important stories."

Spot sighed and stood up. "We're out."

I stood up and we went to the door to leave before and another word could be said. I let the door slam behind me.

Spot looked at me. "From now on we're not gunna trust anyone, but the Newsies."

I nodded, knowing Spot meant even the girls he sometimes brought home were no longer trusted.

Well I hope you liked the chapter. I'll be trying to update the next chapter soon. Please review, I'd like to know your opinions of the story.