A/N: Once again sorryyy this took so long, I had some writers block and decided to start another story to help…but apparently that story sucked soooo I came back to this. I hope to get some more reviews so I know that maybe more than two people are enjoying it…

Thanks soo much to my two reviewers Ktkakes and NarniaRulz for pushing me to write this story..basically I updated so you two could read more. Please let me know if this getting worse or anything..i feel like I haven't been writing my best lately.

I also hope to update soon..but as it is I have four exams this week..and somehow I wrote a chapter when I shouldn't have but I don't know how soon ill have time to update, at least not in the next few weeks.

On with the story..

A few weeks had passed since I got a place to stay at the lodging house. New York was starting to grow on me; well I still called Boston my home but this wasn't as bad as I had thought. I had also surprised myself at being able to be a follower, just a regular newsie, at least for now.

I had finished selling for the morning and was soon surrounded by a familiar scene, the newsies occupying most of Tibby's. I smiled and weaved through the tables towards one in the back. I slipped into the booth with Race, Jack, Skittery, Blink and Mush; they each nodded a hello and jumped back into their food and conversations. I quickly called over the waiter and put my own order in.

As the waiter went off to get the order, the door of Tibby's opened again. I thought it was another newsie and casually glanced up, but I saw someone I wasn't familiar with. At my first impression I was immediately struck with the idea that he was a leader. The air around him was of respect, whether he demanded it or it was actually given I wasn't sure. I heard a few newsies call out to him as he passed. My face frowned in confusion as he kept walking, coming straight for our table. His face was straight and hard as stone which signaled he was here for business only.

He paused at out table and looked only at Jack. "Heya Spot" Jack called out as he offered a spit shake.

"Heya Jacky Boy"

"So what bring ya heah?" Jack asked as he realized Spot wasn't joining the table for a social call. I watched as Spot motioned his head towards a near by table. Jack understood and followed Spot to the secluded corner near by.

My table seemed to be oblivious to Jack leaving. But the leader inside me knew something important was being discussed so I silently watched the exchange between the two. Spot looked angry, eyes narrowed in little slits which stared at Jack's remorseful ones.

"Hope ya not gettin' an instant crush on Spot" I heard Race whisper to me. I whipped my head toward him and quickly shook it. "Nah just wonderin' who he was."

"He's Spot Conlon, leader of the Brooklyn Newsies" I nodded slowly figuring he was a leader of someone.

"So you on good terms with other territories?" I asked Race, now taking away my attention from Jack and Spot.

"Somewhat, Manhattan stays pretty neutral, but from what I hear Brooklyn is gettin' into some trouble with Midtown. I'm guessin' he's heah to ask for help. Spot and his boys helped us win the strike 2 years ago." I was about to ask more when I heard some raised voices near by. I noticed Spot was frowning more than before, "Just remember who helped you out in the strike Jackie boy." He seemed to pause and relax more, "I wouldn't be askin if I didn't think we needed help"

Jack shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry Spot but I can't". Spot finished the conversation but quickly leaving Tibby's. His head was still held high as if nothing could bring him down.

Jack sighed and rejoined our table. I watched him carefully, he had made a decision but he seemed to still be contemplating it. Race noticed his distress as well, "Spot want our help?"

Jack nodded slowly, "Yeah but I told him it wasn't our fight." I looked at Jack for a moment, before frowning a little.

"So he helped youse out in the strike and ya aint gonna help him now?" The table became slightly less noisy as I spoke to Jack.

He raised a brow at me, "Yeah and it aint ya decision Boston"

"Well I know that, but I would at least pay back someone for helpin' me out. Even if ya didn't want to, at least you'd be even with Brooklyn"

"Maybe in Boston, but New York is a little different, its life or death in some of these fights. I can't risk my newsies, Brooklyn's got a lot of newsies, and a lot that can fight dirty; then can handle themselves." Jack threw down some of his change and stood up.

"Come on ya bums we got papes to sell" he yelled, leaving the seriousness of the conversation at the table. I sighed and followed the other newsies outside into the chilly afternoon. Race flashed me a smirk and ran ahead with Mush and Blink. Jack continued walking and talking with Skittery and some of the others that were now on the street. But I couldn't understand his decision.

I knew back home I would do anything to settle a score, I don't like to owe people a favor, and if there was as small chance to get rid of it I would. What makes Jack think that New York is more dangerous than Boston. We constantly had disputes, fights, and all out wars amongst the different sections. I remember seeing my own newsies fall, and some never get back up. But it was a necessary part of living on the streets, or close enough to claim you own them.

From what it seemed, Manhattan and Brooklyn looked to be in good understanding with one another, until today at least. Sighing I continued on, trying to sell what papers I could this afternoon, before more snow decided to line the streets.

As the afternoon became evening, and the sky began to cast shadows on the street I started heading towards the lodging house. I passed Central Park and laughed when I saw Race still holding two papers.

"Bad day Race?" I called towards him. He spun around and shook his head at me.

"Just enjoying the lovely day so much I forgot to sell" I smirked at his remark and waited for him to sell his last two.

"Ya wanna head to the tracks?" he asked a few minutes later now rid of the papers. I shrugged not having anything else to do. And lately I had been winning at the poker games, so might as well spend the little money I had right?

Race lit his cigar as we walked, and offered me a few puffs. I gladly accepted. I was becoming stressed out and I wasn't sure why. Why was I so confused about Jack not backing his friends up? It wasn't like this was my city, I didn't care who fought with whom.

But some reason I couldn't shake the feeling off. And I assumed Race felt that, "Ya should be glad ya a 'hattan newsie. I would hate to see what Spot or anyone else would do to someone questioning their command." His face still held a smirk, as if he was trying to warn me with a sense of humor.

I couldn't help but give a small laugh. "I don't know it just didn't seem the like the best option. I'm used to voicing my opinion, most people in Boston would ask for it but here…here I'm nobody. Guess it takes some gettin' used to"

Race smiled as we neared the tracks, "Well heahs one way to get used to it" he hurried through the gates eager to spend money he didn't have, with a slight chance to win big on his hot tips.

A/N: I know Boston..is well from Boston and should probably have more of a Boston accent than New York. But honesly if I was to write in that and New York I would get confused and so would you. Maybe later ill throw in some of my Boston slang haha but people usually have a hard time understanding them unless you're from Mass.