I am sorry... this is a pretty short chapter, but thats okay! Cuz its only a filler. I have some really good stuff (I think) coming up... so be patient!!

So yeah, I'm a tad bit obsessive over Newsies right now. Well, not Newsies. Spot Conlon. I have been doing extensive research on it, honestly. It's probably way unhealthy but I have watched the actual movie five times in the past three days. Not including the audio commentary one.

If your patient, I have some good ideas!

Thanks to Water vs. Fire, spif13, and methegirl for the reviews! I you!! :D


Spot walked briskly, weaving in and out foreign roads, making it especially difficult for Ellie to keep up. Picking up her full skirt, she ran to catch up. Hardly a minute would pass by before she would have to pick up her heavy dress, run/wobble over to Spot as quick as she could, then fall back behind. Every few minutes or so, Spot would look back, smile, then walk a little faster.

Finally, but timidly, she tapped Spot on the shoulder.

Spot whipped around and grabbed her wrist. "Yes?" he smirked, as she let out a little gasp.

Annoyed and startled, Ellie wrestled her arm out of his iron grasp. She rubbed it tenderly.

"Um, I was just wondering if… uh… you could maybe tell me where we're going? Please?" She asked quietly.

Spot chuckled. "Well to the distribution centah of course. No one here can afford to go one day without work." He said.

Ellie blushed. Of course she couldn't have really expected him to give up his whole day for her. He had to work for his food. And her food. Maybe she would soon have to do the same. She hoped not.

Not three seconds after the thought entered her mind, Spot gave that very idea.

"If you's gonna stay here, you's better get some money. I can't afford to feed you permanently. You's gonna be one of my newsies." He said, adjusting his cap.

"But Spot… I know nothing about being a newsie! I look like a richie, with these dresses!" She began to protest. Spot put a single finger to her lips. Butterflies rose to Ellie's stomach. How could such a rough hand, be so gentle…

"We's just gonna have to fix dat, aren't we?" He grinned, making Ellie's heart melt. Wait, what? No, no, no… she couldn't, wouldn't like this guy. He was a flirt, a jerk… but oh! That smile…

Ellie shook herself out of it. All she could muster was a simple nod of the head.


Ellie sat on a barrel, twirling a flower in her fingers. The delicate yellow petals kissed the tips of her fingers softly. She lifted it up to her nose, to smell it. Suddenly, the flower was ripped out of her hands, before it got anywhere near her nose. Annoyed she stood up, hands on her hips in defiance.

"Hey! What was that for?!" she yelled at the attacker. Spot stood there, newspapers perched on his shoulder, a flower crushed in his hands.

"If you're gonna be one of my newsies, you gotta be tough. Brooklyn newsies don't twirl flowers." Spot said, shoulders shrugging as if to tell her it was out of his control. Ellie huffed in annoyance.

"Spot, that's just it, I'm not tough. I..." Spot cut her off.

"I told ya's, we's gonna fix dat." He said tersely, walking off. Ellie picked up her heavy dress, and hustled after him. "You gonna observe me today."

After many streets, Spot finally stopped, on the corner of Bridge Street. Ellie sat down on a wooden box, in front of Eddie's Fish Market. The stench rose up quickly, bringing tears to Ellies eyes, forcing her to sit on the ground.

"Watch and learn." He said cockily.

Within two minutes, Spot had already sold nine papers. Ellie marveled at the countless number of people that came to Spot. He was amazing!

She quickly noted that most of the customers were young women. Spot would stop them on the street, put the charm on overload, give them that smirk and a wink, and a flurry of complements. The girls would blush, buy a paper or two, and hurry off, gossiping with there twitty friends. Ellie giggled. It was hardly an hour of work, when Spot sold all one hundred of his papers.

Spot walked over and smirked, satisfied with his performance.

"Well, you are quite the expert, aren't you? However, I doubt that I will be able to seduce them girls as well as you can." she said.

Spot rolled his eyes and started back toward the lodging house. Being left behind, yet again, Ellie cried out in frustration.

"You are impossible, Spot Conlon." she yelled.

"You better git used ta it, toots." he yelled back, not breaking his cocky stride.

And to Ellie's dismay, the butterflies rose once again.


Honest to goodness, this chapter was cut in two. Promise, you'll get the second half soon!

I'm still deciding if this is post strike.... maybe it will have the strike in it, I dunno. Review, and let me know what you think!

-Massie Mae