The two teens screamed as they were ripped through space and time and in a heartbeat they were falling, falling, falling. They landed with a giant 'SPLASH' not twenty feet from the Brooklyn docks. Bridget surfaced first and looked around frantically for Rebecca.

"Reb?!" she called, watering sloshing over her face. "Reb, this isn't funny!"

"Who's laughin?!"

Bridget spun around to see Rebecca sputtering a few feet behind her and squealed in delight. They had both survived the harsh landing into the past.

"I thought we were supposed to land in an alley," Rebecca complained, paddling over to her friend's side. Bridget shrugged, smiled starting to form on her dripping face.

"That owl must've had crap aim I guess." Rebecca nodded her agreement, turning her head to gauge where they were when suddenly Bridget flapped her arms, thoroughly splashing her.

"What the hell?!" she sputtered, struggling to keep her head above water. Bridget just smiled wider and continued flapping her arms around, shooting water up both their noses.

"This is so COOL!" she shrieked, turning her head up and laughing at the sky.

Rebecca shook her head at her antics before also smiling and splashing her back. They two were quickly distracted in a splash fight to the death and for the time being ignored their 'mission'. Bridget dove under the water to escape Rebecca's assault and high tailed it towards the dock.

"Get back here, Bridget!" Rebecca laughed, paddling after her quickly. The two laughed as they now raced to the dock, matching each other stroke for stroke until Bridget dove forward and grabbed the wooden edge.

"Ha!" she panted, slightly out of breath. "I win!"

"You cheated," Rebecca panted back, grabbing onto the dock to keep afloat.

"Oh spare me, Reb, don't be a soar loser!" Bridget teased, splashing her one more time for good measure. In return Reb spit a mouthful of water at her best friend before they both dissolved into laughter and tried to calm down.

"Let's get out of here," Rebecca said finally between chattering teeth. "I'm f-freezin."

Bridget nodded her agreement, pouty lips turned slightly blue in the frigged water. They both hoisted themselves up onto the dock, clothes heavy and water logged. A large pile of crates hid them from the rest of the city and they leaned against them tiredly, shivering uncontrollably as they wrung out their hats. Their shoes were filled with water and their shirts clung to them while their pants were fighting to stay up.

"T-Talk about c-crap aim," Bridget said, hugging herself. "W-What season is it h-here? It's s-summer back home." As if to punctuate her point she sneezed loudly making Rebecca flinch.

"W-well that i-is 2010," Rebecca shrugged, damp hair dripping ice cold droplets onto her shoulders. Bridget rolled her eyes, not caring for the difference in years. It was too damn cold out.

"Y-Yeah," she conceded, nose turning red in the cool air. "Lets g-go, I'm about to b-become an icicle."

They turned to leave the dock, making there way slowly around the crate. As they reached the other side they both froze. Not literally –from the cold- but froze because they realized they weren't alone. They scooted slightly closer to each other as they realized that they were surrounded…by dozens upon dozens of Brooklyn newsies.

"Oh-" Bridget breathed.

"My-" Rebecca continued.

"Spot!" They jumped as a shirtless boy suddenly yelled over his shoulder. "Spot dere two goils hea!"

At first it looked like nothing was going to happen and Bridget and Rebecca shot each other disappointed looks, they'd really been hoping in their heart of heart to see-

There was a loud thump as a boy dropped to the dock from the crates above. Bridget was suddenly clutching Rebecca's hand painfully tightly until she felt like it'[d fall off. They both watched, holding their breath, as the boy straightened up, his hat blocking his eyes. just when they thought they'd faint from lack of oxygen he looked up and the piercing gray/blue eyes of Spot Conlon landed on them/

"IT'S HIM!" Bridget screamed before going limp. Rebecca yelped as her friend simply fainted out right there on the dock. There was a moment of stunned silence from everyone in the area before time suddenly sped up again.
"Bridget!" Rebecca shrieked, falling to her knees beside her. She noticed from the corner of her eye that the boys moved in closer, forming a sort of half circle around them. Usually this would be a dream come true but then Bridget had gone and fainted! She growled at her unconscious form, shaking her shoulders.

"Bridget!" she snapped again, shaking her roughly. "Snap out of it, Bridge!" In one quick motion she swooped her hands across her friend's cheek with a satisfying 'slap!' and her eyes shot open.

"Oooh," she groaned, clutching at her head. "Reb, I had the craziest dream," Rebecca rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming next. "Your TV freaked out, and then there was this owl, and then we were in Brooklyn but it wasn't our Brooklyn, and I think Spot Conlon was there but I can't be – why are you all wet?"

She'd finally seemed to notice that the cold liquid dripping onto her face was coming from Rebecca's hair and squinted her eyes in confusion. Were they outside? Was it raining? She turned her head to the side and noticed that there was circled by a group of half naked boys. Not bad. Not bad at all.

She let her blue eyes wonder over them before they locked with a pair of cold steel ones. Her heart sputtered and she glanced back at Rebecca who had an amused but disbelieving eyebrow raised. She glanced over at Spot again then back to Rebecca. Spot. Rebecca. Spot. Rebecca.

So it wasn't a dream then? They were in the 1900's with all their favorite newsies – including the notoriously good looking Spot Conlon – and they had been given the chance to fall in love with the boys of their dreams. She turned back to Rebecca now, devilish smile spreading over her face. Rebecca smiled back knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"This is so COOL!" they both exclaimed, thumping their hands on the wooden dock.