A/N: So sorry this has been like a year since I last updated…I completely had writers block. Sorry this is kinda short, and not much in it but Im just trying to get back into this. I hope people are still reading this. Read and review.

Thanks to Ces5410-glad you found this story and like it, hope this helps that im actually updating, and very soon we will find out more about what she did in Boston and why she left.

Elke fa Talia- Thanks for the review, don't worry there is still drama brewing with Jack and the others and Revere and Boston/Olive, I agree even with Revere Boston is slightly on her own in this but lets hope it all works out…

The scene inside the bunk room wasn't quite what I was expecting. The noise level was normal but the sight of a slightly roughed up kid wasn't all the normal. Sure fights happen on the streets but I could tell this wasn't just a little fight. I slowly felt my legs moving me forward, I hadn't wanted to move but somehow I was.

I found myself looking down at the broken figure, it was Snipeshooter. I sighed and instantly felt someone staring at me. I turned my head to the side and saw Jack's eyes burning a whole into my head. I inwardly cringed; this wasn't going to be pretty.

"Boston we need to talk" without waiting for a reply from me Jack stood up and was already slipping out the window. I cast a small glance at Revere and he had the same look I did, this was our fault.

I slipped out the window following Jack's steps up onto the roof. He was already sitting down lighting up a cigarette. I slumped down next to him and waited in a short silence. I would be lying if I said this didn't worry me, but it did and I wish I had a cigarette to calm my nerves. I wasn't about to bum one from Jack since he looked pissed I let the thought go.

"That problem of yours seemed to have found Snipeshooter" he paused taking the time to stare into my eyes, trying to see into my soul or read my mind, either one I doubted would work.

When I didn't react he continued on, "You goin' to tell me what this problem of yours is?"

I seemed to think on it for a minute before I turned back to the city laid out in front of me.

"I was the leader in Boston." I stopped and looked at him, his face showed momentary surprise. I took a deep breath and held it for a minute. I wasn't sure how to continue.

"I got into some problems with this gang in Boston. Not gangs like any I've seen around here. From what I can tell they might have connections with the mafia around my area."

I paused again; I hoped he wouldn't ask what type of trouble I had gotten into. But in reality it didn't matter anymore. What's done was done and I had to deal with the aftermath now not the start of it.

"So you decided to try and outrun your problems, but all that did was bring 'em heah." Jack spoke evenly, trying to figure out this situation, "You can't just run away from problems or you're responsibility to your boys"

I turned my head fast to look at him. I gave him a pointed look as I spoke. "From what I heah you almost went to Santa Fe. The thought always plays in the mind to leave, hell we can't be newsies forever. But if I had stayed most of my boys would be dead because of me, sendin' 'em to an early retirement."

He sighed, maybe it was because he understood my predicament, or maybe because he didn't and was fed up trying to. Either way I stayed silent letting him think on it. The silence surrounded us for what seemed like eternity. Both of us gazing across the skyline, letting the thoughts play out in our own heads. I felt like since I left Boston the guilt of leaving hasn't gone away.

"You need to deal with this soon Boston, we don't like trouble that aint ours around here. You're puttin' my boys at risk. How would you handle this if the tables were turned?"

I was caught off guard by his question. I knew he would give me a lecture or run me out, but to ask what I would do. I sighed, what would I do if I was in his position.

"Well if the problem didn't concern me I'd tell the person to leave. And I understand that it doesn't really involve Manhattan at all, but I'm not sure if they will stop once they get me. So then it will be your choice, to step in or walk away," I looked at him for a minute, he was facing the skyline still, no emotion on his face. "Either way, I understand. I'll go back out with Revere tonight and try and find them, I want this gone as much as you do."

Jack nodded and I took that as a sign that I could leave the roof. I crawled back into the bunkroom and was almost instantly met with silence. I tried not to show the hurt I felt, I was expecting this to happen, the silence, the stares. They knew it was my fault Snipeshooter was like this, even if they didn't have the details they could figure it out. First a bird in Brooklyn, now one of Manhattan's own was hurt. I looked at Revere as I walked through the bunkroom; I kept going though, straight down the stairs. I heard footsteps following me and I knew it was Revere. He understood the message; we weren't wanted in there right now. I sighed as I stepped outside and waited for him to catch up.

"We need to find them tonight Revere," I said when he had stepped up to my left side.

We both paused a minute looking out across the streets. The eeriness of the darkened streets didn't seem to bother me too much right now; it was what was in that darkness that did. Revere gave a heavy sigh next to me and with that we both moved forward. It was time to end this, or at least start to end this. I just wanted to get a chance to see Boylston, let him know I was watching him now.

The streets were becoming increasingly easier for me to navigate now; I hoped that would give me an advantage over Boylston. I took a few quick turns, trying to find the smaller alleys that he might be hiding in. I figured he must have a place to stay and there were some old warehouses nearby. Revere followed me in silence; we both set our ears to any noise in the night. Granted there was a lot of noise even for this time, I could hear drunks out already, women calling to them. I pushed forward though, trying to hear anything out of ordinary, like a Boston accent in New York.

"Let's cut through the pahk" my head turned at the word park. Revere heard it too and we both headed towards the end of the alley. I saw two kids around our age heading towards the park. They didn't seem familiar to me but nevertheless I wanted to follow them, no one in New York said park like that, that was pure Boston. We didn't have to follow them for long before they confirmed who they were.

"Come on we need to get back soon before Boylston kills us," one of the kids said before picking up his pace through the park.

I smirked at Revere, this would be easy enough. I led him around towards the left; a short cut I knew would come out on the other side of the park. Here I picked up our speed to make sure to cut them off. Revere didn't complain and seemed to understand what I was doing.

We rounded the other side of the park, which was adjacent to an alleyway. The two shadows closed in on us and we made our move. Revere grabbed the bigger of the two and flung him into the nearby alley. I grabbed the smaller one and followed behind Revere. It didn't take long for us to have them against the wall. They were still in shock at being dragged out of the park as it was.

The small streetlamp flickered nearby giving off a small light tunnel into the alley. It was enough for them to see who we were and vice versa. This was what I wanted. They needed to know who we were.

"Now you two are gonna tell Boylston something for me. Can you do that?" I asked pushing the kid harder into the brick wall. Revere pushed his even harder than mine and I heard his head hit the wall with a thump. Revere reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small knife. Letting it glisten in the light. I watched as my kid eyed it nervously.

"Can you?" I asked again as Revere moved the knife towards the taller one's throat. The smaller kid instantly nodded, mumbling a yes to me.

"Good, tell him to clear out of New York. He doesn't belong here, and if he keeps coming after me, I'll remove him myself."

I gave him a swift knee in the gut as he fell down the wall to his knees. I gave one more kick as I heard the sound of blows next to me. I didn't think they actually needed to be hurt for Boylston to get the message. He never did care about his members; I just wanted him to know I was on to him.

I wasn't even sure why I was trying to threaten Boylston, I never would have in Boston, but I guess I was on a different turf now.

"You think that was enough?" Revere asked as he stepped up next to me. The two kids had run off without hesitation when we let them go.

I shrugged, "At least he knows I'm watching him now."

A/N. again sorry for the long wait and short chapter, I hope to update again soon…although I don't know how fast this will come, im trying to remember where it was all going…or maybe ill just make it up as I go.

And by the way park, since im from Boston I do say it with an accent and as much as I can speak it I cant really write it but I felt pahk was the best, its just park without the r basically lol. Anyways hope that was ok I kinda took away Boston/Olive having an accent too much since its harder to read and people are used to New York on here. Anyways reviews welcome and encourage me to update.