Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from the Disney movie, "Newsies." The only characters I claim ownership over are Chaos, Cricket, and the Brooklyn Newsies whose names were not mentioned in the movie.

Oh man, I got so much writing done last night :D I'm actually really close to being done with this one, and I've already got ideas written down for the next fanfic. I keep telling myself that I'm gonna go back to my non-fanfiction stories, but then I get another idea that has to do with newsies. Oh well.

Alright: I know it really doesn't matter much now, but I made a huge mistake on my old story, "Would Ya Swear You Won't Forget Me?" I couldn't find out why everyone was so confused in the beginning, and it turns out I missed a very long and important chapter while updating. I'm really sorry for this. To the people who read the story already, if you go back and check out "Chapter two" it'll make a whole lot more sense now. Again, sorry.

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Someone had their hand placed lightly on my arm and was shaking me. "Chaos... Chaos, c'mon. Wake up." They whispered, a hint of impatience in their voice. I could hear the sound of rain hitting against glass, but I was too groggy to comprehend what was going on.

I teetered between reality and a dream for a few seconds until I finally opened my eyes. The dust-laced window of the lodging house was in front of me. The rain that had threatened all day yesterday had finally come, and it fell hard. I was lying on my side, huddled in my bunk with blankets over me.

"Chaos, c'mon." the voice from behind me said again, shaking my shoulder a little more anxiously this time. I groaned and rolled over to face him. Spot was sitting in a chair positioned next to my bunk. I could have sworn I saw a smile creep up onto his lips, but it straightened out when I searched for it again.

"What gives, Conlon? I happened to be havin' a very good dream." I mumbled, slightly slurring my words. The usual smirk appeared on his face. "Oh yeah? Must've been 'bout me, den." He said.

"Matter a'fact, it was." I answered. I sat up in my bed and pushed the covers off. My throat was extremely dry. When was the last time I had had something to drink? When was the last time I had been awake? I tried desperately to remember, but my mind was blank.

Spot's mouth dropped open and he raised his eyebrow at me. "Yep. You was drownin'." I explained. The look of shock disappeared from Spot's face and a scowl replaced it. Grinning at his reaction, I got up and pushed past him towards the washroom.

He put his arm out to stop me and pulled me backwards by my waist. "And where do ya think yer goin'?" He demanded, getting to his feet. "To da washroom." I said, trying to fight his strong hold. I couldn't do it, however, since I was still feeling lightheaded.

"Oh, no yer not." Spot told me, pushing me back down on the bed again. "Hey!" I yelled. He ignored my protests, as always. "You fainted, incase ya don't remember, Chaos. And it's bound to happen again if ya don't stay in dat bed until you ain't feelin' so weak anymore." He instructed. Bits and pieces of the scene at the docks was coming back to me, but the fog and the mist made it seem so much like a dream. Had Spot really said everything that I remember?

I decided not to think about it then. My head already hurt as it was. "But I'm thirsty!" I whined. Spot sighed and rolled his eyes, disappearing into the washroom for a few seconds. He came out with a cup of water and put it down beside my bed.

"Hmm... Spot Conlon waitin' on somebody? I never thought I'd see the day." I said sarcastically. His eyes narrowed at me. "Watch it, Chaos. Or else dat watah is gonna end up on yer head." He growled. "Besides, I ain't gonna be heah for long so don't get used to it. Ghost jus' needed to sell a few papes. He's on his way, 'nd den I'm gone."

My heart sunk slightly as he expressed how much he didn't want to be in that bunk room with me any longer than he had to. I nodded slowly and took a few sips of water. As drowsiness consumed me again, I put my head down on the pillow and dozed off.

Ghost's Point Of View

I opened the door to the bunk room and stepped in, but Spot didn't realize I was there. His head was in his hand as he stared at her unconscious body.

"I'm finished sellin', Spot... You can go now." I told him. He looked up at me and I could tell it took a few seconds for the meaning of the words to soak in. He nodded slowly and got to his feet.

"She woke up." He mumbled, going over to his bunk to get his hat. "Really? What'd she say?" I asked, taking his place on the chair beside her bed. "Not a lot... She said she was thirsty." He answered absentmindedly. Poor guy... This girl was really getting to him.

Flashback

Rumors were spreading like wildfire when Spot came back in the middle of the night with an unconscious Chaos in his arms. As he put her on her bed, everyone was wondering what happened.

Some of the guys were saying that she had gotten mugged, while others were going as far as she had drowned. Still, no one dared to ask Spot. But from the looks of it, Chaos had just simply fainted.

When we woke up the next morning, it was pouring outside. Spot was still in the same chair he was in when we fell asleep. He was desperately trying to fight off sleep as he watched over her.

I waited until all the other newsies left the lodging house, so it was just me, Spot, and an insensible Chaos.

Sure, being a leader had changed him and made him tough. But no one can change completely, right? Spot Conlon had ended up cold and insensitive, but there had to be some part of the old him left. The same guy that I had become best friends with when I first moved to the lodging house.

I took a deep breath and approached him. "You a'right, Spot?" I asked softly. He didn't tear his gaze away from her as he nodded. I pulled a chair over next to him and rested my elbows on my knees, staring down at the wooden floor.

"Spot... What's wrong wit you? What happened?" I asked. He looked down as if he was thinking. I waited roughly a minute for him to say something, but he didn't. I sighed and stood up. I hadn't really expected him to talk, but it was worth a try.

"I tell her how I feel, and she faints. Figures." Spot mumbled. I stood still and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" I questioned. "I told her dat I cared 'bout her. And she jus' fainted." He lowered his head into the palm of his hand again and stared at her. Spot's eyes filled with a mixture of concern and confusion.

"Guess da only goil I can't get is da one I want." He muttered, feebly attempting to smile. Still, the smile didn't reach his eyes and I could tell that he was miserable.

So the fearless leader of Brooklyn had finally found his weakness. Who knew that it would end up being a girl that we all thought he couldn't stand?

"Did ya try 'nd wake her up?" I asked. Spot nodded. "I tried to, but she won't budge. I'll try again in a few hours." He said. I dragged the chair that I was sitting on back where it came from.

"Listen... I'se gonna go out and sell a couple papes. I'll be back real soon, and den I'll watch her. You can sell or get some sleep or whatever ya wanna do." I offered. Spot looked up at me, and for the first time in years he actually looked like the powerless one instead of the one who was always in charge. "A'right. Thanks, Ghost."

I patted him lightly on the back as I walked past him towards the door. "Don't mention it."

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Thanks so much for reading. Reviews would be great, and I'll have another chapter out either tonight (late) or tomorrow morning.