Hey! So today is the 2nd year anniversary of Newsies on Broadway! Wow, I can't believe it has been two years since their debut! And what an inspiration! Originally, they were only going to have a 12 week run…then 12 weeks became two years and hopefully many more to come!

So, what better way to celebrate as dedicated fansies than to listen to the soundtrack all day, watch the movie, and write fanfiction? Also, after this I might have a little speech about the Newsies(movie/Broadway and the real Newsie strike) as a separate story under Plays/Musicals. So be sure to check that out.

Thanks guys! Review and Read On!

Emily

The hand clamped over her mouth and she screamed, however the sound was muffled by the hand. An arm snaked its was around her middle, trapping her arms. She felt herself be dragged backwards into a dark alleyway and Braid desperately tried to wiggle her way out of the attackers grasp. Her struggles only made the person speed up and once they were deep enough into the alley that no one would be able to see them, she was released. Just as she opened her mouth to scream, the hand covered her mouth back up.

"Sh! Geez, Whisk, it's me!" The person said. Braid instantly stopped struggling and her eyes went wide with realization.

"Mhy?" She tried to say, but the hand made her words unclear.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, it's me." Fly said, removing his hand and wiping it on his pants. "Why did you lick me? That's gross!"

"Why did you attack me like that?" She asked, almost yelling.

"Sh! Geez, Whisk, keep your voice down! We don't need any 'Hattan boys coming over here."

"They won't. They are all back at the Lodging House."

"Just in case. Anyway, down to business. Scrunch and High-Brow are worried. Why haven't you showed up to report?" He asked. Braid, suddenly remembering her eye, bit her lip.

"No reason. There wasn't been much to tell." She said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you bite your lip?" Fly asked, raising one eye brow.

"They are chapped." Braid said simply. Fly laughed.

"Whisk, I know you. You bite your lip when you are hiding something. Now what is it? Are they treating you okay? Did Jack make a move on you?" He asked, growing angry at the thought of possibilities.

"No! No, it's nothing! Honest." She said. Fly reached his hand out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. His hand brushed the corner of her eyes and she flinched.

Damn it. She thought, cursing herself for flinching. Fly instantly froze.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" She asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"You flinched when I touched your eye."

"No, I shivered. It's cold." Fly, not believing it, pulled her into a spot of light. When he saw the faded bruise on her eye, he let go of her and brought his fist down hard on the wall.

"WHAT HSPPENED!" He yelled. Braid put a hand on his shoulder, trying hard to calm him down.

"Nothing! Nothing happened!" She said.

"DON"T LIE TO ME, WHISK!" She glanced nervously toward the street, hoping no one could hear them.

"It's fine! Just go back to Queens! Tell Scrunch and High-Brow I'll meet with them tomorrow!" She whispered. Braid turned around and started to speed walk out of the alley. She was stopped, however, when Fly grabbed her arm in a death grip and swung her around to face him. Their faces were so close she could feel his hot breath.

"Don't make me ask you again. What…happened." Fly asked, emphasizing the last two words.

"Fly let me go!"

"Tell me!" He screamed. She stomped down hard on his foot and he groaned. Taking the advantage, she pulled her arm out of his grip and ran out of the alley. She could feel his footsteps closing in behind her.

"Whisk!" He called out. Braid didn't even look back. She knew if she stopped that she would risk both her and Fly of being caught by one of Jack's boys. That was the last thing she wanted.

Why won't he just go back to Queens? Idiot! She thought to herself. She ran faster toward the Lodging House, hoping Fly would recover his senses and turn back before he blows her cover.

He didn't.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure standing beside a large statue. Smoke was coming out from beside his face, confirming her suspicions.

"Race!" She yelled, running toward him.

Race turned and saw her, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it.

"Braid? What are you-" He started to ask.

"No time! Run to the Lodging House." She said, grabbing his arm as she ran by and pulling him along.

The pair continued running until the reached the front steps to the Lodging House. They slowed down and bent over, breathing hard.

"W-what the hell?" Race asked in between breathes. Braid looked up and searched for any signs of Fly. Thankfully, there was nothing around.

"Some guy was chasing me. I figured they would stop if I had someone with me." She explained. Race's face grew serious.

"Who was it? Was it someone from Queens?" He asked. Braid had half a mind to turn Fly in right there and then, but he was her friend. Friends never turned on each other.

"I don't know. I don't think they were from Queens. I didn't recognize them." She said. Race sighed.

"Come on. Let's go tell Jack." He said, starting up the steps. Braid put her hand on his should and stopped him.

"Do we have to tell Jack? I mean, it's no big deal. It was probably just some kid being stupid." She said. Race sighed, turning around.

"Fine…but you owe me." She smiled and hugged him. He hugged her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Now come on, Jack is probably wondering where we are." The sun was beyond set, and it was probably an hour or two into the night.

"Damn it. This is the second night I'm in past curfew." She laughed. Race smacked her hat down and flung an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, kid. I'll get ya out of this mess as well." He said. Braid laughed.

"What are you, a knight in shining armor?" She joked. Race puffed his chest out.

"The best knight in all of New York, sweetheart!" He said. Braid smiled and they stepped into the Lodging House.

As promised, Jack and Mush were both waiting for her in the front room. When they closed the door, Jack jumped up, already prepared to speak.

"Before you say anything, she was with me. I saw her walking out from Medda's so I decided to walk her home." Race lied.

"It took you this long to walk from the theatre to here?" Jack questioned.

"We got lost." Braid said, nonchalantly.

Mush chucked. "Only Race could get you lost in a whopping two blocks."

"Guilty as charged!" Race said, taking a bow.

Jack smirked and shook his head.

"Alright, now off to bed you bums. We got selling to do in the morning." Race stood up straight and stiffly saluted Jack before running up the stairs two at a time. Mush shook his head and followed him.

"Well, good night Braid." Jack yawned.

"Night, Cowboy." She said back. He walked up the stair to his bunk room. As soon as Braid stepped into her room, she collapsed onto her pillow and drifted off to sleep.

Well, that's a different side of Fly we haven't seen until now. What do you think about him? Is he a jerk? Is he just jealous? Let me know I'm curious to see what you guys think about that.

Well, until next time! Review please Thank you!

- Emily