AN: This is the last installment of Storm's Brewing so I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for reading and for those of you who did review thanks a lot.

"Race…Dutchy come on wese gotta find Tumbler and NOW!" Skittery said after he laid Twirl down in her bed. She'd cried herself to sleep in his arms. The three newsies ran out the door and down the street back to the apartment they'd been to only two days before. Even though it was getting late Skittery was determined to get Tumbler home safely.

Knock…knock…knock. The door opened and a young girl looked out into the hallway.

"May I help you?"

"Wese is lookin for someone. Tumbler…Ise means Patrick. Is he here?"

"Father this boy is starting to scare me." she called into the house. Mr. Conner made his appearance at the door with a look of pure hate in his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Wese know dat Patrick is here and wese ain't leavin' till wese find him!"

"Matthew?"

"Yeah now where…" Skittery didn't get to finish his sentence as Mr. Conner threw a punch his way knocking him to the ground. He held his now bleeding and broken nose. "What da hell was dat for?"

"That was for taking my son away from me!"

Race and Dutchy pounced on the man for hitting Skittery knocking him down to the floor. Skittery got up and raised his fist and punched Mr. Conner back. Mr. Conner looked shocked that one someone was standing up to him and that two it was a kid.

"Where is he?!" Skittery practically yelled. Mr. Conner looked to his daughter and told her to go to her room. His wife did the same leaving the boys alone with Mr. Conner. Race and Dutchy were ready to pounce on the chubby man.

"If your friend, Tumbler, was here do you honestly think you wouldn't see him?"

"What did ya do ta him?" Race asked fear entering his voice.

"TUMBLER!" yelled Skittery hoping Tumbler wasn't dead or unconscious.

Tumbler turned his head slowly hearing his name, well nickname, yelled through the house. He knew that voice it was Skittery. Dragging himself closer to the door he feebly called out to his friend.

"Skittery." he said barely loud enough to hear himself. "Skittery." he said a little louder.

"Listen…do youse two hear dat?" Skittery said hushing the other two newsies. They nodded hearing the name Skittery repeated again and again each time getting a little louder. "He ain't here. Sure." Skittery said pushing by Mr. Conner and walking down the hall toward the sound of his name.

"Get back here you little thief!"

"Not so fast slim." Race said tackling him to the ground. "Go Skitt, get Tumbler wese got dis." he said as he and Dutchy started to heave Mr. Conner to a chair and tie him up.

"Tumbler?" Skittery called again.

"Skittery!" Tumbler said again. He heard the click of the lock and the door opened sending a little more light into the room. Skittery looked down on his young friend and silently cursed.

"Come on wese goin' home." he said picking him up and turning to leave. When they came back into the living room Mr. Conner was tied to a chair and Race and Dutchy were sitting, breathing rather heavily at the task they'd just done, waiting for Skittery. Tumbler was a limp object in Skittery's arm and they knew they had to get him home soon.

"Let's go." Dutchy said. Before they left Mrs. Conner and her daughter walked into the living room carrying suitcases. They stopped in front of the newsies.

"I'm sorry that we got this poor child mixed up with that man. I should've told him that Mr. Conner didn't live here and maybe he wouldn't be so hurt." she said before leading her daughter out the door. The four newsies headed back to the lodging house and after getting Kloppman to check Tumbler over they went to bed to await the next morning when everything would hopefully go back to normal.

"TUMBLER!" Twirl shouted when she saw the boy. He was badly bruised and had a sling supporting his arm. His smile was one thing that kept the rest of the newsies happy, through all of his trials he was still smiling as big as possible.

As the newsies ran out of the lodging they saw that the storm that seemed to have no end was over and the sun was shining. Tumbler laughed as they ran past statues and pedestrians.

"Skittery? Is we still partners?"

"Youse bet'cha." he said ruffling the boys hair. After buying their papers they headed to Central park to sell the morning addition. Tumbler bounced around as if nothing had happened.

"Skittery?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For bein' me older brudder."