A/N: Soo sorry this took forever…was last chapter that bad or did no one review because they were lazy..(which I usually sometimes am so I understand)

Well I hope people are still enjoying this..heres another chapter, sorry its kind of short.

Also I cant promise another chapter will be up very soon..school is owning my life right now but school will be done by mid-dec…although I hope for one more chapter before then..i hope.

Reviews always help

Recap- Last chapter-"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 figure. 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.

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Eventually the darkening sky signaled for me to enter the lodging house. I stood up and stretched my body, since the hard steps had stiffened it after awhile. My cigar was long gone and the ashes lay on the ground near by. I walked into the lodging house expecting to hear lots of newsies back already. But I didn't, now that I thought about it I didn't even remember seeing many pass me on the steps. I frowned and continued up the steps knowing at least Jack was still in there.

A few of the younger newsies were horsing around, play fighting. Maybe they thought that tomorrow they would have a chance to fight with the big boys but I doubted Jack would risk them. I looked around noticing that Jack was sitting around with Blink and Mush. They were in a heavy discussion and one that I wasn't going to barge in on.

I went towards my bunk and fell onto the old mattress. I rolled on to my back and waited…I waited for sleep to take over my body or for something more exciting to happen. I figured most of the boys were still eating if they weren't back yet. I just hoped the noise level would pick up more; I couldn't stand this uneasy silence in the bunkroom.

After awhile and with no word from Jack I heard what I was waiting for, the sound of feet coming up the stairs. The echo of shoes signaled it was a big group coming back, and right on cue the room filled up with most of the newsies. The older ones started talking with Jack to find out what was going to happen tomorrow. As he spoke I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me. I sighed and relaxed back into the bed while the boys were still discussing their actions.

As I listened I could tell Blink and Race were ready to aid Brooklyn in the fight, their voices sounded as if it was a new adventure for them, and I couldn't help but smile at it.

"It will be like the strike again, out in full force during the daytime." Blink spoke back after hearing about hitting Midtown during the day.

"Yeah but that will mean the bulls with be out too" Mush was next to speak, taking what appeared to be Jack's side. With the new argument brewing I rolled over and got down from my bunk.

"We took the risk once before, what will it get us, a few nights in the refuge?" Blink responded to Mush, which seemed to leave them to argue with themselves.

"We'll be in a territory we don't know so well, if the bulls come it could mean trouble Jack" I heard Skittery speak as he too joined in the circle that was forming around Jack. I rolled my eyes and moved closer, Jack cast a glance towards me and narrowed his eyes, as if he was saying this was my mess.

Sighing I cleared my throat and waited for the boys to stop yelling. They glanced at Jack then at me. Their mouths hung open since I stopped them mid argument.

"This was my idea to attack during the day, so don't take it out on Jack. True the daytime means you could get bagged…" I paused as they looked confused apparently bagged wasn't used around here with respect to the cops, or bulls as they called them. I sighed in frustration, "sorry, the bulls could catch you, but it also means Midtown won't be expectin' it."

I stopped and let it sink in for awhile, "We will have the uppa hand" I said one last time as I smirked toward Jack. The boys seemed to be thinking it over.

Race was the first to speak, "Well if we are goin to war we might as well have the uppa hand." He shrugged it off and nodded towards Jack, hoping he would still agree with the plan.

The rest of the boys slowly mumbled a yeah along with Race. For once Jack didn't look angry; maybe it was finally sinking into him as well.

"Alright, let's get some sleep; we want to be rested for tomorrow. Everyone is sellin' the morning edition and then meet back here at noon. We move when Brooklyn sends us woird."

And just like that…it was settled again. I slowly climbed back into my bunk and watched as the lights were dimmed out. The silence that fell over the boys was almost eerie. Usually at this time they would still be up, playing poker or just hanging around. But now it was time for them to prepare for tomorrow. I hoped they would be ready, for the sake of Jack…these were his boys I seemed to push into this mess.

I rolled over onto my side, staring at the distant wall. The blackened room made it easy for the others to fall asleep, but I stayed awake longer, listening to the heavy breathing fill up the room.

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I woke up feeling the warmth of the sun on my body. I rolled over noticing no one else was up yet. Maybe I could get a few more minutes of sleep in. As soon as my eyelids shut I heard the distinct sound of Kloppman's feet coming up the steps. I groaned and rolled back into the sun, maybe if I wasn't facing him he wouldn't wake me up. But once again I was being woken up, this time by Race.

"Get up ya lazy bum" I frowned at his smirk. How could these people be so energetic in the morning? I rolled out of bed and slowly made my way into the washroom; I needed to wake myself up before this afternoon.

As all the newsies ran down the stairs and into the streets below, Jack waited outside for them, yelling at them to be back at by noontime, no later. I followed them outside and followed in suit of Jack's retreating form.

"Ya gonna be angry at me foreva?" I called towards Jack. He paused and turned towards me.

He slowly shook his head at me as I got closer to him. "I'm not thinkin' bout that now, I just gotta get everyone through this"

"They are stronger than ya give 'em credit for. Even from Boston I heard bout the newsies here, how they beat the world. If ya newsies can take on businesses than a few street kids shouldn't be a problem." I smirked at the smile he held. I had just boosted his ego, and that was enough to get him back on track.

As we walked on towards the distribution center I couldn't help but feel anxious about this afternoon. Maybe I was getting too restless here but it was time for some action, and we had the upper hand in this, if it played out right.

A/N: Next chapter will have more action- the fight will play out I didn't want to start it and then have writers block in the middle so I'm saving it.

And about the term bagged. I know it's a common Boston term but I figured it wasn't used to heavily in New York, I wanted to throw in some Boston terms that set her apart from them. more will probably come with her past.