A/N: Sorry this took awhile, its finals week and I had a little time to write this…but its shorter than normal. But I wanted to at least get something out here, good news is ill be home in a week so I should have more time.

Thanks so much to everyone who is still reading this and to my reviewers

danc4him: Thanks so much im glad you enjoyed the fight scene, I actually took a lot of time to make it a good one!

Silence is Silver: thanks for reviewing again! im glad you still enjoy it

The walk back seemed forever. The adrenaline from the fight was long gone, and now I could feel the affects from the fighting. I was also painfully aware that my eye was now swollen fully shut. I frowned at the thought of my eye being this bad for awhile, maybe it would help with selling, then again all of Manhattan would look pretty ragged for awhile. The minute we walked into the lodging house, all of us headed towards our bunks without a word.

The need for some rest was over bearing. In the silence we all collapsed on our beds needing to catch up to the events of today. I sighed and let myself drift off for awhile, knowing full well the newsies would be back up and about soon…and heading to the poker game to celebrate.

A few silent hours later I was woken up by the sound of boys starting to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes, or well eye and surveyed the room; the past somber mood was replaced by the cheerful Manhattan newsies I had come to know. I laughed as boys hobbled around, a few with bruises across their face and cuts, but it didn't matter to them. I joined some of the others as they sat on one bunk, telling the younger boys about the fight. The scene was described a little too exaggerated but then again Race was telling it.

"Nice shinna Boston" I turned seeing Jack smirking at the sight of me. I hadn't even bothered to look at a mirror yet, knowing I wouldn't like the reflection.

"Yeah now I look as good as you" He frowned at my comment and I turned my attention back to Race's storytelling.

It didn't take long after his story was done for Manhattan to be fully alive. We decided it was time to celebrate and headed off to Brooklyn for a few rounds of poker.

------POV change, Boston, MA------

A lone figure stood in the park, they quickly glanced around the area looking for someone, anyone. The sky was becoming increasingly darker and that presented the figure with even more problems. He wasn't supposed to be in this area in the first place, let alone at night. He took a deep breath and continued on, slowly and carefully. He wasn't sure why but even in the deserted park he walked as if he was on broken glass. Then he came upon what he hoped he wouldn't.

A shadow on the ground ahead of him caught his attention and as he stepped closer he saw the outline of a boy. Once more he glanced around the area making sure he was alone, before he bet down and checked the pulse. There was barely one, but it was still there.

Sighing he shook his head sadly and picked up the small boys in his arms. He picked up his pace and hoped no one was watching him. The way back to his territory he couldn't help but feel responsible for the boy in his arms. He had sent him out to spy but he was too young for that job. But he was the best, now here was Celtic barley hanging on.

He finally reached the lodging house and was met by most of his newsies waiting for him.

"Did yous find 'im Revere" one boy asked from the bunk, but stopped when he saw the frail figure in his arms. Now that he was in the light Revere noticed how bad Celtic looked. He was badly bruised and his face was covered in blood. It made the kid look even younger than he was, and it scared Revere.

Without speaking Revere laid the boy down on his bunk and turned towards his newsies, "Flash get a doctah" without a seconds notice another small boy took off running away from the lodging house. Revere shook his head and slowly bent down to try and clean Celtic up, but as he got closer he heard him trying to speak.

"Shh Celtic, just rest." The boys head barley shook as he tried to talk again.

"They are goin afta Olive," he took a deep breath and continued "They know where she is"

Revere laid a hand on Celtics shoulder and nodded his head with pride. As Celtic collapsed with exhaustion, the doctor finally arrived and cleared everyone out of the room. While the rest waited downstairs, Revere snuck out the front door, hoping for some solitude.

The night's air seemed to calm down his nerves as he thought about what had happened. He had sent Celtic on a run to spy on the Boylston Boys. Since Olive left they had come down hard on his newsies and he needed to keep tabs on them. He was good at second in command, but when Olive left him in charge he thought it would be the same…it wasn't. Now he was stuck in a war he didn't know how to handle. And to make matters worse, they were now going after Olive.

Revere realized he had to get word to her somehow in New York. He knew she was going there and she had last spoke about heading towards Manhattan but who knows if she changed her mind.

As soon as his boys were settled in he would have to go find her. There wouldn't be trouble in his territory now, not since they diverted attention towards his former leader, their business was with her only. He ran a hand through his hair, how did things get this out of control? Revere turned around and went to check on Celtic and his boys.

----POV change New York----

It was late, and as much as we hated it…we still had to work in the morning. A lot of Manhattan's boys had left awhile ago, but I stayed in one poker game. I was on a roll and wanted to finish this one out. My table consisted of Jack, Spot, Race, and two other Brooklyn boys whose names I couldn't remember. The smell of smoke surrounded the 1st level of the lodging house. I couldn't help but smirk as two people folded from this hand. We had declared it the last hand of the night, so I couldn't back out now. The last round of bets went through before we announced a call. I thought I had this one, but Race beat me with a full house. I sighed and watched him take the winnings away from the table. But I still was walking away with more than I arrived with, so I still happy with the outcome of tonight.

As Jack, Race and I walked back towards Manhattan I couldn't help but think this day was ending right. I was up money, we had won the fight; it seemed like everything was settled. I smiled as the three of us stumbled into the dark bunk room, awaiting a day of selling tomorrow.

Sorry not much happened in this chapter, but i promise more will come and more trouble will be coming, R and R