Sam requested a fight scene concerning the Shadows! Anna wanted some romance for her and Kiwi (Apollo)! Rachel wanted a character (Jinx)! So...I rolled it all into one big, violent-yet-romatic-yet-comedic story.

Crow and Fire haven't actaully sucked face...I was just having a little fun at Zach's expense!

Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies (not that they've been mentioned yet or anything!).

Claimer: All OCs that are requested own themselves. I own Petal and Greasy! (I wish I was Petal *aggravated sigh at the fact she isn't an OC in her own story*)

PART 1: THE FIGHT

There he was, that idiot. He had been following me around all day! Didn't he get that Harlem was not to be messed with? Didn't he know who my boyfriend was?

"Heya toots," me smirked at me, showing a mouth full of holes. Apparently not. I didn't respond, just continued to walk. Behind me, I could hear several pairs of feet hitting the pavement in perfect tandem. A gang…crap! I need a Shadow really badly right now!

"I said heya toots," a dirty hand spun me around to meet a dirtier face. The man was in his early twenties, and was missing a few teeth. His hair was dark and greasy, and fell into his eyes. My stomach turned over at his rancid breath, where was my switchblade? My hand went to my pants' pocket; but before it could find my trusty knife, the man gripped my wrist. He was stronger than I would have thought, because he was as skinny as a rail. An ugly, mean, nasty, vile, stupid rail.

"Excuse me," I said, and attempted to wrench away. Greasy wasn't having his prisoner escaping. He grabbed my other wrist and made me drop my basket of supplies. "Hey! Those were for my boyfriend!"

"I don't really care, dollface," Greasy spat. "Boyfriend or not, youse pretty. I like pretty tings."

"Speaking of boyfriend," that voice, that perfect voice, echoed from behind me. Greasy spun to face Apollo, who had just cracked his knuckles menacingly and was approaching fast. As stupid as I'm sure Greasy was, he wasn't stupid enough to let me go. All he did was hand me off to one of his goons, who in turn, dragged me out of the alleyway kicking and screaming. The sounds of an intense fight could be heard, and I was scared for Apollo. (Although I really should have known better)

I gave a four-note whistle that would alert any Harlem newsies or Shadows nearby of the ensuing fight. Luckily, I heard several dull 'thuds' from above as Shadows dropped onto the roof from seemingly nowhere. Although everyone knew they had been watching and waiting to be called for eventually. They were called 'Shadows' for a reason.

"Hey little bro, help!" Apollo yelled up. "Get Curly!"

"Alright," I heard the calm, reassuring voice of Adonis. He leapt over the wall and landed, on his feet, in front of us. Jeez. This boy was as agile as a feline and as scary as Spot Conlon when he's ticked off! And that is scary!

Adonis and his trained fighters joined in immediately.

APOLLO POV

The guy who had been holding Curly stood in front of me, fists raised. I accepted the challenge by throwing an uppercut to his chin. He slammed back against the brick wall, but regained his sense of direction fast enough to throw a punch at my stomach. He missed only by a few inches as I leapt back. I hit him again and again, he managed to land only a couple of punches to my stomach. And a minor one to my face, I was sure it would not leave a mark.

His friends had been felled by Adonis and the Shadows, my loyal friends. Crow was no where in sight. I pondered this before turning back to my cowardly foe. He had pressed himself against the farthest trash bin, and was looking at me in contempt. Curly had watched the entire thing from about ten feet out of the alleyway. She stared open mouthed.

"This is over, now stay away from MY GIRL!" I threw a hard punch to his nose, satisfied by the crunching noise it made as my fist connected. My knuckles would bruise for sure, but I had Curly and he had a broken nose. Adonis gave a dark laugh, smirking at me as the man ran off, clutching his broken facial feature. That should teach him to mess with one of Harlem's girls.

"Good job, bro," Adonis patted my shoulder.

"Thanks," I said, turning to face Curly.

"Are you alright?" she asked, coming out of the initial shock. "Are you hurt badly? Oh, come here!" She ran and threw her arms around my middle (She was at least a foot shorter than me) and cried into my shirt. I patted her back and rubbed small cirlces until she calmed down enough to peek up at me.

"Let's get you home so I can look at you," she said, looking around. "All of you."

"Alright," I leaned down and kissed her. It was a stern cough from Adonis that made me pull away with a groan of annoyance.

"Come one lovebirds, let's get back to Crow before curfew!" my brother announced to his gang, and assorted newsies that had joined the fight. They nodded their agreement before following us home.

"Does it really matter?" Jinx, a girl Shadow, spoke up. "He and Fire are probably just sucking face."

"Yeah," I smiled. "Probably."

"Face sucking or not, this attack has to be reported. If that guy and his gang were harrasing Curly on our turf, Crow should know," Adonis was sensible.

"Yeah, I suppose," Jinx elbowed him in the side playfully. Jinx had dark brown hair that always covered one eye, she was almost as tall as Adonis and had brown/hazel eyes. They changed to a dark green when she was angry. It was frightening! (I would know) I put my arm around Curly's shoulders as we walked back, smiling.

"You alright?" I asked quietly.

"I'm fine! As long as you're there for me!" She smiled up at me warmly. I kissed her again.

"Who needs to go back to the lodging house to watch Crow? We've got a worse one! Apollo!" Jinx cackled.

"Shut up Jinx!" Curly and I yelled at the same time. "Jinx!"

We turned to each other and laughed before walking into the old brick building. We found, unfortuately, that our suspicions were correct. As soon as we saw Crow and Fire, we burst into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Crow asked.

"Nothing, just a fight with some deranged idiots to keep us in fighting condition!" Adonis said.

"Fight? With who? Describe the leader," Crow ordered. As I gave him the man's description, his face darkened. "I though I had kicked him out of Harlem for good when I took over! Adonis, Apollo, keep an eye out for him. That's Flight, the old leader of Harlem. My archenemy!"