Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the Newsies, the songs, or the plot line in anyway. Anything or anyone that you recognize from the movie belongs to the movie. I am not claiming ownership in any way, shape, or form. I'm just a girl who loves the movie and wants to write about it.

Chapter 14

When We Passed

Ravenwood's Point of View

It felt like a dream, except the pain wouldn't stop. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, yet it was moving too fast. My head hurt, it hurt really badly. I heard shouting, and a police whistle, the sound of horse feet hitting cobblestone streets, more shouting. I needed quiet, I needed somewhere to rest. Someone was carrying me now, but I didn't open my eyes, I was afraid of what I would see.

I think I passed out, because when I opened my eyes again I was laying in a bunk in the lodging house. I sat up and immediately lay down again, it hurt too much to move. My arm was in a sling and I could feel bandages wrapped around my head. I heard footsteps.

"Raven? Oh thank God you're awake!" It was a girl's voice, my best guess is that it was Trig but I'm not sure.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, closing my eyes again.

"Three days, counting today," she answered, I was sure it was Trig now.

"Really? What happened?"

"Too much to say now, get some sleep, you'll find out everything soon enough" she said in reply.

"Trig, I've been sleeping for the past three days; I don't think I need any more sleep right now."

"No, the doctor said that you needed plenty of rest," she answered

"And sleeping for three days isn't plenty of rest?"

"Raven, I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"Okay, okay, fine, but can I ask you one question?"

"One question and that's it"

"How are Sarah and Jack?"

"Uh, well,"

"Out with it Trig"

"Well, Sarah woke up two days ago and she's gonna be fine, but um,"

"What?"

"Jack hasn't woken up yet, and the doctor says that it will be a miracle if he lives,"

"What?!?" I sat bolt upright and opened my eyes, I didn't care how much it hurt, "It was just a knife, they should be able to treat it! Shouldn't they?"

"Raven, this isn't 2007, it's 1900," She looked apologetic "all we can do is wait, and hope, if you believe prayers work then I guess you can pray too, I know I will." She was toying with a necklace she had worn since we got here; I noticed that it was a cross.

"Well, I ain't exactly religious so, I'll wait, and hope"

She sighed, "That's all I can ask of you."

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It has been three years since the seven of us were pulled through our computer screens into New York City, 1900. We returned home about a month after the fight, none of us know yet how we got there, or how we got back home. We have tried several times to go back but have never succeeded.

What happened after the fight? Well, the Delancy's had finally been caught, those were the police whistles I had heard that night. They were sent to the State Penitentiary, for countless things they had done, including killing Hannah's brother. Hannah had finally seen justice done.

Sarah recovered fully, though she will always have a scar on her forehead, and I swear; now whenever I watch Newsies I can see a faint mark there, where her head hit the wall. Jack wasn't so lucky, he finally regained consciousness a week later, but, by that time he had developed a fever, and no matter what the doctors did it wouldn't go down. 3 weeks later, he died. It was hard on all of us, but especially Pippa, the Jacobs family, and Hannah, now two people she had known well had died because of the Delancy's.

The funeral was packed, newsies from all over New York, as well as other people, non-newsies. By the end almost all the Manhattan newsies were in tears. I felt horrible for Pippa, but at least she had Hannah, who felt exactly like she did at one point. That was the first time I had experienced a death to someone I knew personally, it was hard, to know you would never see them again, except of course when I watch Newsies, now I can barely get through it without crying, but that seems to make it even more amazing.

Every now and then the seven of us, Paloosh, Nanners, Celena, Seagull, Trignifty, Folly Foal, and I will meet in the arena, and talk about when we had gone back in time to New York City. The joys and the sorrows and everything in between, I don't think we will ever be the same as we were before. The seven of us were some of the closest friends on Horseland, but we all shared something in common. All seven of us have passed the barrier.

The End! Yes, I know it was kinda sad, go ahead and yell at me if you wish (it gives you an excuse to give reviews). I hope that you liked it; I'll hopefully have another fic out soon!