Ok. Here's the disclaimer. I do not own the Newsies, although I wish I did. And to everyone who reviewed I love You! And Rae Kelly, you have the honor of being the only person who has reviewed twice and I have read a lot of your stories and they are awesome!! Keep writing!!

Reunion

Spot took a deep breath and slowly, cautiously opened his bedroom door. He wasn't sure what his sister was quite capable of. He closed the door and saw his sister sitting on his bed, her back board-straight and her face as hard as stone.

"So, you're really my sister." Spot asked, (almost to himself) turning around and facing her. No reply came from the bed.

"Ok. I'll try a different approach." Spot thought, taking a seat in his rocking chair directly across from her.

"So..How have you been the past, what? Seven years?" Spot asked trying again. Still no reply.

"Fine." Spot began angrily, "If you're going to act like the spoiled, stuck-up brat you are now, and not talk to me, I'll go directly to our grandfather and tell him where you are so that he can come and reclaim you." With that, her deep, blue eyes looked at him with a pleading expression.

"No. Please don't Cedric. My life would be hell if I went back. Grandfather would force me to marry Luke and you know what I've seen him done? I have seen him beat his servants, sometimes almost until they are about to die. I have heard horror stories about him from his ex-girlfriends. If he saw them talking to another man, he would go insanely jealous and beat them also. If I were his wife, he'd beat me also, maybe until I was dead." Again, her blue eyes turned to him, pleading silently.

"Ha! I got you talking again. At least now it's better than 'I hate you, Cedric!'" Spot commented.

Her eyes filled with fury as she took in his words.

"You imbecile!" she screamed. "You never cared about me! You just wanted to get me talking so you wouldn't have to sit uncomfortably in silence."

"No! No! Not at all Cela!" he answered, using his pet name for her. "You misunderstood what I was saying! I only meant that at least you were talking to me like you would to James, Lucas and Josh."

"Oh." She said quietly. "Listen, Cedric, I'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier on the dock. I didn't mean most of what I said. It was said out of anger and frustration." She looked up at him.

"Don't feel bad. I would have done the same thing in your position. And I see that you have my famous temper!" he said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Your famous temper? Since when did you have a famous temper? Last time I saw you, I was the twin with the worst temper." She told him suspiciously, as if he had stolen the title from her. She relaxed her posture and leaned against the wall.

"Hey! The old you would have never apologized for the scene on the dock." Spot answered.

"Yes, my famous temper. How do you think I became the most feared and respected Newsie in all of New York?" he shot back. "Hey, the old you would never had apologized for that scene on the dock." He looked at her suspiciously. "Are you sure you're really Cecile Pulitzer."

"Yes I am, Cedric. Yeah, the old me might not have, but I have been educated on how to behave properly in society and one of the first things I learned was always apologize, even if you are not in the wrong." She said, looking at him, dressed in his Newsies outfit, with a key around his neck and a cane in his hand. She then looked down at herself, with her upper-class light blue dress on. "The most feared and respected Newsie in all of New York, huh?" she asked thoughtfully.

She spoke again, quietly and thoughtfully this time. "See how much we have both changed, Cedric? I am in the highest society of New York City and you, you are a Newsie. We've both grown up so differently. We have a lot of catching up to do Cedric."

"Yes indeed." Spot answered, getting up and sitting beside her on his bed.