A/N: Yesss I have returned. I haven't gone and jumped off any bridges, so everyone be happy LoL. Please let me know if you like this, it takes two seconds. Special thanks to those who are actually reading.

Any One of Us

Chapter Six

Disclaimer: Yes, you caught me. I'm keeping all the Newsies hostage under my bed and I don't plan to ever release them to the public. Mine, all mine. Really now.. I own nothing, the newsies aren't mine, I'm not making any money and I can assure you this is just for fun. Anyone you don't recognize belongs to me however, but I'm easygoing and will share! As always, please send me feedback, any feedback! But please, no flames.

Daddy, if you could help me out here I promise I'll be good forever. If you and God could make him want me, I'd be forever grateful

Please God, make her look past the newsie image and really love me, I promise to never give anyone a hard time anymore.

Amen.

Amen.

Harriet wiggled around trying to imagine the best position to be close to Jack, but yet not look eager or awkward. The bed wasn't very big, thankfully, making her job easier. She finally settled on laying her head against his arm and keeping her body as far away as possible. She eyed the bedroom, which seemed to have closed in on them. What was she going to do with herself? How was she going to get away with this?

She looked at Jack, oblivious to the world. She could have lit a firecracker inside his nostrils and it still wouldn't wake him up. Her father was the same way. It worked out rather well for her as a child, she would own the house and run free late at night.

She wondered what her family was doing right now. If they were missing her, if they were throwing a good riddance party, or if they were plain indifferent to the fact that she might never ever come back.

In his sleep, Jack wrapped his arm around her tigher, thus pulling her closer. Now her head was in proportian with his chest.

"Jack are you awake?"

Silence.

"Jack I can't move,"

A slight smile.

Biting her lower lip, Harriet turned her attention outside the window and smiled when an idea came into her head. "Jack, there's fifty dollars just lounging next to you."

"It's mine, I'se earned it, I'se just managed to misplace it" Jack shot up in the bed and twisted his head around looking for his missing 50.

"Suree you did big boy, but now that I got your attention…"

"That wasn't very nice youse knows."

"I know, but you didn't leave me much of a choice."

"Where's me money?"

"I don't have your money, I was only kidding you."

Jack hemmed and hawed turning over on his side and pulling the pillow over his head is disgust. That was a dirty trick and he had every right to be put out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it would affect you this much"

"Yeahs, dats right. Youse didn't think. We's live day by day 'ere. We gets no steady pay like everyones else."

"I know." Damn he was making her feel so guilty. She hadn't meant to hurt him.

Jack was still hiding under the pillow trying the hardest he knew how not to show Harriet his pain. It wasn't his way of doing things. Yes he may be poor, but he also had a whole lot of pride, and anything that could threaten that pride must be dealt with; even if it's the way of a child.

"Can I make it up to you?"

"Lemme sleep. We'se gotta get up soon."

"Jack don't you dare sleep in the middle of this and let me continue to feel like scum."

"I'se tired."

"No you are not, now let's talk."

"Tomorrowh."

This was not going to work, they could be at this all night and not get anywhere. "Fine, tomorrow it is. I'm going to hold you to that."

5 minutes later Harriet was sitting up looking him up and down. She knew what she could do! She could and would walk a mile in his shoes. It's the only fair thing, right?

Of course it is.

She poked him in the side and he turned around and glared at her. "You poked madame?"

"Ooh shush, I have an idea!"

"And it's important enough to poike me?"

"Yes."

Jack stared at her, waiting for her to continue. He took in her ruffled blonde hair. It looks better that way, he noted remembering how he saw her before with not a strand out of place. Her green eyes shone and glittered in the moonlight as she rambled off her plan that she was expecting he was listening to. She looked so much better in the simple nightshirt versus that stuffy dress she was stuck in before, and he realized she was more at ease-- talking to him like a friend for instance instead of the worthless good for nothing street rat that he's been called. His heart dropped to his stomach as he realized he could fall for this girl. A beautiful, rich, sarcastic, um- rich girl. How would it ever work? Easy... He doubted it ever could.

"…So what do you think? Do you like it?"

"Umm, like what?"

"Jackk" she sighed, "You didn't listen to a word I said did you?"

"Well…I…"

Harriet took his hands and whispered excitedly, "I want to be a newsie!"

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