We are back by popular demand! (Nori): "Here to continue our Davy Fic!" (Katrinka): "Our none-slash, none-incest Davy Fic!" (N): "That still throws people through loops." (K): "Com'on Nor, we've got us a story to write."

Detta walked through the streets of New York carrying her hoops and rope in her arms like she had every day in the last three years. Today she was visiting Madam Rellan, an old friend in Coney Island. It was an all day trip (It takes like eleven hour to walk there and back) and she planed on a peaceful trip. Of course if it was peaceful it wouldn't be in this story. As she walked she noticed all the newsies on the way. She had been noticing newsies more and more lately. She would study them if they stopped to see her performing, always hoping that she would recognize a face.

"Hey!" a voice from behind her called. A cop was running after a small boy, who was clutching a loaf of bread.

Detta didn't usually try to obstruct Justis, but she knew how unfairly street children were treated in court so she couldn't help but running after the two. She got ahead of the cop and boy and was setting her trap (Yea, traps!). She tried the end of her rope to one of her hoops and then, placing it on the ground, she ran in to an alley. As the boy and cop rounded the corner got ready, waiting for the cop to step in just the right place…yank! And with one tug the hoop caught the cop's foot, causing him to trip.

"Run!" she called to the boy.

The boy ran one way and Detta ran the other (A/N: splitting up, setting traps, Scooby Doo!) knowing that the cop would chase her.

Detta ran through the streets, constantly glancing behind to see the cop. She finally lost him when she climbed up a fire escape and jumped to another roof. By now she was about half way to Coney Island, feeling tired and hungry. She stopped; bought an apple and continued her walk.

She went along quietly for another hour or so when she realized she was being fallowed. She glanced back again to make sure she was right, she was. A boy of medium height with dark hair who had been fallowing her for at least twelve blocks and was now about ten feat behind her.

"Okay, that's it." She thought, angrily. "I am so sick of being chased today!"

With that thought spun around, causing the boy to bump in to her.

"Is there a reason you're fallowing me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

The boy smiled at her, "I wanted to see The Flying Fireball(her circus name)."

"You know me?" she asked shocked.

"There's not an acrobat in Coney Island that hasn't heard of you," the boy replied, flamboyantly.

"What circus do you work for?"

"I'm in "Julius's Circus Extravaganza", we go though Coney Island twice a year," he expand. "My name's Orson, by the way."

"Julius Circus-I think I was in that one for a little bit," she said, more to herself then to Orson.

"You did, that's where I learned about you."

"Well, as nice as it is to meet another carnie, I've gotta go. I'm meeting someone-"

"I know," he cut her off. "Madam Rellan told me you were coming and sent me to make sure you made it there alright."

"How do you know Madam Rellan?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm her nephew."

"Ah," she said, nodding.

"Well come on," Orson said, motioning with his hand. "My aunt is waiting for you."

Madam Rellan looked out the flap in her tent as her nephew and her young friend walked towards her home.

"Madam Rellan!" Detta shouted as ran over to the older woman and hugged. "How are you?"

"Very well, my young friend," she replied, patting the girl on the back. "How dose the street acrobats go?"

"Very well," Detta answered, happily.

"I see that my nephew found you."

"Yes, after he decided to fallow me for about twelve blocks," she answered wryly.

"Tsk, Orson has always been a little odd like that," said Madam Rellan with a laugh.

"Uh, still right here, aunty." Orson said, waving his hand.

laughter

three hours later

As the three carnies sat down to eat their dinner they talked about normal things for carnies to talk about over a meal. So that meant comparing stories about Lion Tamers and Snake Ladies.

After the meal Detta pack up her hoops and got ready to leave. After she said a slightly teary goodbye to Madam Rellan, she walked out of the tent but was stopped by Orson.

"Hey Detta," he said, stopping her by grabbing her shoulder. "I was wondering if maybe you and I could go out to dinner sometime?"

Detta froze, if she was expecting anything it wouldn't have this. She had never been big on confrontation.

"Um," she said, eyes big. "I don't know. I don't go out a lot."

This may have been part of the problem but the truth of the matter was she knew she wanted David to be the one asking her this.

Apparently Orson saw that she was thinking of someone else.

"Who is he?" Orson asked, eyes darkening. "Who is he and how can he be so much better than me?"

"Really Orson, you're just not my type, it's nothing personal." Detta said as Orson's grip tightened on her shoulder.

"Orson!" Madam Rellan called, distracting Orson for a second. That second was all Detta needed, she yanked herself away from him, beginning to run.

Back in Medda's

Detta sighed/yawned (it was like midnight by then) and collapsed on her bed. For a circus performer she really didn't handle attention well. Well, I guess she handled positive attention fine, but if she started to feel startled she was no help to anyone.

"I wish Davy was here" she thought with a sigh. "I don't know how, but he would make this better."

OH my, love triangle! this is the first time we've tried to start a love Triangle so tell us what you think!

PS: We wrote this while our baby brother was in the hospital with some unidentifiable rash, please keep little Freddy in your prays!

Bravo Yankee Echo, Katrinka and Nori.