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A/N: Sorry it took long...again...somehow im getting slow at updates. I just can't seem to make myself right even though the thought are in my head. This doesn't have much in it but I still know what is going to happen in the next one so I hope it won't take long to get out.

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bookworm.amm – Oh I hope you are enjoying living in Boston, right now I miss it since im at college but writing this helps! But I still love the newsies in New York. Glad you enjoy the story hope you continue to

NarniaRulz- thanks for reviewing again! and i hope you continue to let me know what you think! Enjoy

I led Revere back into the bunk room. By now most of the newsies had returned from their activities today. I noticed Jack talking to Mush and Race, while a small poker game was beginning to start. I walked over to Jack with Revere in tow. The minute Jack looked up at me was the minute I had to swallow my pride, I hated asking someone else for permission, and now I needed him to let Revere stay, at least for a little.

Mush and Race sensed that I needed to talk and they walked away towards the poker table.

"Who's he?" Jack brought me back from my thoughts quickly. Revere had pulled on a stone face and stepped up next to me.

"Friend from Boston, can he stay 'till we get somethin' sorted out?" Jack looked him over trying to figure out if he was a threat or not. I rolled my eyes Revere wasn't the threat I was worried about. I groaned inwardly as I realized I might have to warn Jack about my other problem.

"There's an empty bunk over near Spot's bunk" he nodded his head toward the empty bunk and I nodded as well.

Revere stepped forward towards Jack and offered peace; "Thanks, I'm Revere" with the simple gesture of a spit-shake Jack relaxed a little.

"Jack Kelly" he answered with a smile. It didn't take long for the others to get curious about Revere and he was introduced to the boys I had been living with for awhile. As I sat back and watched him join in the poker I couldn't help but picture him as being a newsie here rather than in Boston. He was my choice for second in command but now I could see he was having a hard time with the idea of being leader. His eyes had showed he wanted to come get me back, hell he could have just sent word that Boylston was here and not come all the way over.

I sighed and realized Boylston would be on my scent soon, but I would deal with it as it came, and for now I wasn't going to tell Jack why Revere was really here. I would probably hate if one of my newsies kept something from me but I shrugged it off and went to bed with the rest. I nodded to Revere where he bunk was and with that the interesting day was over, but I knew it wouldn't be the last one like it.

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It had been a few days since Revere had come to find me. We both sold together since then, not that we needed help but the fact two sets of eyes were better than one. We spent any free time prowling the streets looking for a sign that Boylston was around. But since he came I was beginning to think it was fake information. All I hoped was that they weren't back in Boston right now and hunting down my own boys.

If I didn't get any hint of them by the end of the week I told Revere he was on that train out of here. But I didn't need to wait until the end of the week as luck had it.

Revere and I were walking back to Tibby's after another quick sweep of the area. I pushed open the door, barely hearing the bell above the door; the newsies were all piled in and looked to be gossiping. I sighed and went towards the back to meet up with Blink and Race. Normally Jack was at that table too but today I saw him sitting alone with Spot.

No doubt talking business, but I shrugged it off and slid into the booth with Revere. I leaned back in the booth and listened to them talk quickly. I couldn't follow the story Race was telling but it had the others laughing. I was too tired and the thoughts turning in my head were too much right now.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone staring at me. Jack and Spot were standing near the booth.

"Heya Spot"

He nodded silently and sat down across from me while Jack made me move over.

"Olive" Spot spoke evenly as he stared into my eyes, looking for a reaction. I gave him none, I was confused at how he knew my old name but maybe Revere said something to the others and it got around? I kinda doubted it would get to Spot though. I could feel Revere straighten up next to me; he could sense the trouble as good as I could.

"See there's a funny thing bout how I figured ya name out" he sounded like he was amused by something but he made no motion to smirk or laugh. I really hoped it wasn't what I thought. He continued on, taking in the silence of the table.

"Seems that one of me boirds was jumped last night…by someone lookin' for an Olive. They said they were from Boston; so I want to know what kinda trouble ya bringin' into our city?"

"They still in Brooklyn?" I asked completely ignoring his question on purpose, this was my business not his.

He looked at Jack for a reaction and I followed his gaze. Jack was never good at hiding emotions and I could see the anger flashing through. I couldn't blame him since I was now his newsie, and he felt like he owned me

"Last time I checked they were making their way over here". Maybe that was why he came, to warn me. But then again I figured he wanted to see if Jack knew anything.

"I'll deal with them, don't worry" I looked at Jack and motioned for him to get up. He didn't move though and I sighed with frustration.

"Jack let me up and I'll deal with it" I tried again but he didn't move. The one that did move was Spot. He got up and left without another word. But that didn't help my situation any since Jack refused to move right now. I sighed and tried to get comfortable in the booth again. He would have to move sometime. The rest of lunch was strained. I sat in silence with Revere staring at me knowingly. Jack half listened to the others talking but I could tell he was only listening to humor them.

It didn't take long for the awkward lunch to end and the bell ringing outside told us it was time to sell again. my face became stone again as I nodded for Revere to follow me. Jack looked like he was going to stop me but then shrugged it off and let me go my own way. I sighed in frustration. I knew I would have to deal with him later and I wasn't looking forward to it.

Once we were out of sight of the others Revere stopped me. "You sure this is a good idea Olive?" I shrugged, glancing around the near by alleys. I was looking for them but I knew they wouldn't pop up until they wanted to.

"I don't know anythin' anymore Revere. I just want to find 'em and send 'em back to Boston"

Revere nodded knowingly. We both searched through Manhattan again, looking for any place the Boylston boys would want to stop and set up camp.

I suddenly stopped and turned to Revere, "How many actually came out here?"

He seemed to frown, and I knew he had no idea. I frowned as well, I thought I taught him better, this was vital information that he should have had.

"I don't know, before I came out here I couldn't find them anywhere"

I shook my head at this, "They wouldn't send everyone out, Boylston himself would most likely come and maybe a handful of others. I just wish I knew how big a handful he was thinkin' 'bout"

I scanned the alleys once more and found nothing, nothing out of place. I knew Boylston would seem out of place in New York so I hoped that would signal something. But so far I haven't found anything. Boylston's crew was a little over 20 people deep. But I highly doubted more than 5 would come out here. Maybe less would…hell I hoped less would. I tried to force down the shudder I felt, Boylston and his boys made me nervous. I didn't like to admit it but it was true.

Revere and I gave up and headed back to the lodging house. They would show themselves sooner or later. I was hoping sooner since I wanted this over with already, I didn't like looking over my shoulder for weeks on end.

As I entered the lodging house I quickly threw some money to Kloppman and headed upstairs with Revere in tow. I knew Jack would be waiting for me, waiting for an explanation. I took a long breath and entered the loud room.