A/N: here's another chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I still am not getting too many reviews but ill continue as long as I know some people are reading it at least. Thanks to those who added it to your alerts and favorites!

Thanks to my reviewers…

Midnight1899- flashbacks and switching to Boston will be coming up...I hope you enjoy it, I wanted to do some Boston newsie stories for awhile and I'm glad other people like the idea. I know what you mean with slipping into the accent…actually I get made fun of a lot at college... (In Delaware) cause I say wicked and various other Boston terms or accents haha but it's my home and I love it…old words like that may show up in the story somewhere.

NarniaRulz- thank you for reviewing again! I'm glad you're still enjoying it. Her leader instincts will be showing more and more…and yes we do love Spot for being almost cocky haha.

The day at the tracks was what I needed to forget my current issues. But now only three days later I couldn't help but become curious at the actions of Jack. A few hours ago someone reported to Jack that Brooklyn was hit by Midtown. Although the extent of the hit was unknown I was sure it wasn't good. We were all back at the lodging house settling down for the night. But Jack looked anything but calm, I watched as he slipped out onto the roof, leaving the lively poker game behind him.

I glanced back and forth from the poker game to the window. I bit my lip as I thought about staying out of the way. I sighed and walked towards the window, against my better judgment. I silently slipped outside seeing Jack sitting off towards the side. As took a step forward I sucked in air, instantly hit with a cold wind.

Jack's head shot toward me, but visibly relaxed as he saw it was no threat. I took a seat next to him, glancing out at the scene before me. The sky was clear and the stars seemed to be dancing in the sky. The moon was bright enough that I could see Jack's face, and I could see the hardship behind it.

I let the silence take over for awhile; I wasn't even sure what I was doing on the roof in the first place, let alone what to say to him. I know I had my opinions but I was still new here…I shouldn't be stepping on toes already.

After a little I felt Jack's eyes on me, I turned letting the moon once again shine across his face. I stayed in silence waiting for him to speak first. The glance he gave me almost pushed me to talk first but I knew I had to wait. Finally he took the hint and sighed, "Ya wanna know what I'm goin to do?" He spoke evenly as if it was a statement but I nodded my head to acknowledge it as a question.

He paused again, "I don't know yet" I raised my eyes at him, all this silence for an 'I don't know'.

Luckily he continued on, "I don't want to put my newsies in danger. I already put them through the strike…but I don't know if they can handle this."

I frowned at him, "So ya sayin' ya have no faith in ya newsies? Ya took a risk durin' the strike but ya came out on top that makes all of ya newsies stronger."

He flashed me a small smile, "Ya startin to sound like the Walkin Mouth" I had briefly met David, the 'Walking Mouth' and I was taken aback by the comment. I wasn't sure what to think, if it was a compliment or not. My feelings must have shown in my face for Jack started talking again, "Just that ya sound smart is all" he laughed at the relief on my face.

"Yeah well it's been proven girls are smarta than boys" I stood up and stretched from sitting for so long. Jack followed my lead and mumbled 'thanks' before he slipped into the lodging house.

I took one last glance across the New York skyline, somewhere out there was my city, and my boys and I couldn't help but hope they were safe. I did my part to ensure their safety but, like Jack there was risks I was taking on myself and my boys.

------POV CHANGE (Boston, MA) ----

Night had settled across the streets of the smaller city. The old roads winded around small buildings. To anyone else this maze of streets would seem like a nightmare, there was no city blocks neatly laid out, no this was survival of the fittest. If you turned down the wrong street and ended up in the wrong neighborhood, your life was on the line.

Most of the newsies knew this, and never turned the wrong way. But lately the trouble was seeping into their own streets; a few of the newsies hadn't come back in the last month or so. Revere was worried; he knew all too well the affects of this increasing problem, hell his own leader was pushed away until it died down. As he sat outside, he gazed towards the west, hoping his leader was doing alright.

He sighed and turned around his new mission was to take a head count of his newsies making sure they came back at night, and didn't fall victim to the dangers outside.

The old lodging house located in the North End was off of Salem Street. The place looked like it had seen its better days. It was stuck between to larger buildings, and almost looked like someone just stuck it there for a lack of a better location. Revere walked up the steps and entered the creaking door. He locked it behind him, if anyone was out past 1:00 am, they would have to use the old fire escape. He wandered up the dusty steps and into the medium sized bunk room. Most of the newsies were already in their respective bunks, letting their bodies escape to their dreams.

Revere couldn't help but smile at the boys, they were now his but deep down he wanted to be pushed back into second in command. Revere quickly counted the lumps in each bunk. He was satisfied with what he counted; no one had disappeared in almost 2 weeks. The younger newsies were starting to get suspicious that a lot of newsies were leaving…he had kept most of them at bay saying they left the state or returned to their families, went to school…anything he could think up that made sense. But he and the other older ones, Olive included knew…knew the chance these newsies were still alive was slim. It was the harsh reality that plagued the city of Boston, especially the North End.

A yawn escaped Revere's body and he slipped into his own bunk, the one above where his former leader would sleep. He slowly drifted off to sleep, ready for another day of selling. Another day to be on the look out, another day he wished for Olive to return.

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Two cities, Boston and New York seemed to each be on the brink of war. Both seemed so unlike the other, but they shared a common ground. Life on the streets was harsh and for the newsies it was a war to survive from day to day. But at least at night both slept peacefully awaiting dawn and a new day, one closer to war than they thought.

A/N: I'm not sure if there was a special section of newsies in the North End but obviously in my story there is, also Salem St. is in the North End but again I don't know there was a lodging house there, it is an older section so maybe. I have tried to look it up but there isn't a lot on the actual history of Boston newsies like where they lived and whatnot...if anyone knows anything feel free to correct me!

And for a side note Revere is named after Paul Revere's house in the North End, in case you were wondering.