Disclaimer: Don't own the newsies, only Boston and Revere are mine (and not the city and person..or well the famous Revere..just the newsie)

Mrcrockz06- thanks for reviewing! im glad some more people are enjoying this.

Heres another chapter..more dialogue than I normally do..so I hope its ok..let me know what you think!..

The sun finally decided to show its presence in the sky, it was around noon time and the whole day had been gloomy. I glanced up at the sun and smiled; the sun beat down and momentarily warmed my body up. But as soon as it had come out, it retreated back into the dark clouds. I frowned and continued on with my day, there wasn't much I could do.

I had finished selling and was on my way to Tibby's. I was anxious to see Jack today, especially after last night and our small 'talk'. After we went to bed I could tell he was still thinking on what to do, but I hoped he would help out Brooklyn. To the life of me I still couldn't figure out why I was so interested in Jack helping Brooklyn but I shrugged it off and walked into Tibby's.

I gave a small smile as the noise seemed to suffocate me, being around this many people gave me comfort. I spotted Race and Jack sitting in the usual table. I noticed an empty seat next to them and decided to occupy it. As I slipped into the seat the boys continued talking as if I hadn't shown up.

Finally Jack turned to me, his eyes held a feeling I couldn't quite figure out. But I waited a little nervous at what this meant. "We are gonna help Brooklyn out. I'm headin to Brooklyn to tell Spot." I nodded and watched the other boys for a reaction, but they already seemed to know since no one looked surprised.

"Anyone wanna come with me to Brooklyn?" he asked the table, which now was more crowded with newsies. No one looked at Jack…was entering another territory a big deal around here?

Race was the only one willing to answer Jack, "I would but I was headin to Sheepshed, tonight I'm sure I got a winner" I laughed at his enthusiasm with gambling away his money. Jack shook his head and slowly looked at his newsies no one else had answered.

Before he could get up and leave I stopped him. "I'll go" it was a simple statement, but I was sure it wasn't going to sit well with Jack. The hesitation as evident, I was the one who brought this idea up to Jack and I could tell he was still unsure about joining sides. He nodded and stood up from the table. I quickly grabbed my sandwich I had ordered and hurried out of Tibby's after him.

"Ya comin' cause ya so concerned about Manhattan's affairs?" Jack asked after a very silent walk through Manhattan.

I shrugged and noticed the Brooklyn Bridge in front of us. "I've never been to Brooklyn, and most of ya newsies seem scared to come here so I want to see what its like" at least this comment made Jack laugh.

"It aint that bad, just a little rougher I guess" he paused to yell over the edge of the bridge as I watched with curiosity. Shaking my head I followed his figure as it entered Brooklyn's territory.

From my first glance I could see the difference with Manhattan, but somehow I felt like I had been here before. The more I walked through it and the closer I came to the docks I realized its similarity to Boston. I couldn't help but smile as I realized Manhattan wasn't like my territory at home, this was.

The boys were located at the docks, even in the cold temperature they seemed to be relaxing around it. I fell behind Jack and let him lead me through the crowd. We stopped with a pile of boxes in front of us. As I glanced up I noticed Spot was sitting a top of them. He was surveying his territory but quickly noticed Jack and I below. Once again I noticed no emotion pass across his face. And as I looked harder I noticed the outline of a shiner around his eye. I had forgotten about the hit they took, the more I looked at the boys laying around the more I could see bruises and cuts across their faces. I shook my head hoping there was nothing worse than this.

Spot jumped down and landed with ease in front of Jack. He offered a spit-shake but no words followed it immediately.

"Who's this? Ya bringin' people here to praise my power again, I already know it so just answer it Jacky Boy…are ya in or out?" he was casually leaning on his cane as he spoke. I watched the slight anger flash across Jack's eyes before it was hidden as he started talking.

"This is Boston, she aint here to help ya ego Spot. We are behind ya." For once I saw a smirk pass across Spot's face, he nodded his content.

"So what ya plannin'?" Jack finally asked, not even knowing exactly what he had gotten his newsies into.

Spot stayed silent, something I wasn't expecting. He didn't know his own plan? I shook my head slightly, making sure no one really noticed. But I soon felt Spots eyes on me. When I raised my eyes to meet his I saw the challenge in them. I instantly narrowed my own to match his, sending the glare back.

"So Boston what would ya do?" my eyes didn't falter as he stared at me, maybe I was just too used to this type of violence but I didn't need to think twice, I already knew how I would handle it.

"We should attack Midtown straight on, don't wait around for them to come back. Hit them during the daytime, when they will least expect an attack." Spot seemed to be taking what I said into consideration, however as I looked at Jack he didn't look pleased.

"At least that's how I would deal with it" I added as Spot was still deep in thought, you could almost see him rolling the idea around in his head. The smirk was present on his face as he stood up straight and started playing with his cane.

"That's not a bad idea" it was a simple statement, but I knew he was now going to follow it through.

Jack stepped up in between us, as if the action alone could prevent more planning. "I don't know Spot, hittin them in the daytime is risky and we would have to make sure they were all in one location, that's hard during the day."

Spot dismissed the comment as if it was nothing; he once again responded with a simple commandment, "I'll send my boirds out"

Jack sighed, knowing there was no changing Spot's mind now, "Alright we are still in, when do you want to do this?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, once I find out where I'll send notice" Jack nodded and spit shook once more with Spot. He turned his back and nodded for me to follow. I started to turn when I realized Spot was still looking at me. I noticed his outstretched hand; smiling I spit in my own and held it towards him, before quickly following after Jack.

The walk was painfully silent on the way back. And here I thought the walk to Brooklyn was bad. I rolled my eyes and stepped up next to Jack once we were in Manhattan again.

"Youse was the one that asked if anyone wanted to go with ya" I told him, hoping the statement would acknowledge that I realized he was mad at me; it was as close to an apology as he would get.

I heard him sigh as his walk began to slow down. "Yeah don't remind me" I heard his voice whisper.

I shot a glare towards him. "If ya didn't want to back Spot up then why'd ya agree in the first place?" since he wasn't willing to talk I figured I would help him out a bit.

"Listen Boston, I agreed to help cause he is my friend, and I know it involves fighting, but ya idea!" I raised my eyes at him as he continued, "ya idea isn't what I was expectin' hittin' them in the daytime means the refuge for most of us. So ya want to be part of New York, now ya can experience the refuge side of it." Jack picked up his pace and made his way towards the lodging house, obviously stopping anymore conversation from happening.

I grunted at his retreating form. That didn't work out too well. Apparently I wasn't too good at settling into new places, and roles. I stopped at the lodging house steps and took a seat, searching for my left over cigar. Smiling I found what was left and quickly lit it, trying to calm my nerves down.

...This somehow didnt come out the way i wanted to...but i hope it worked out ok...