Hey Guys! Here's another chapter of the story! Sorry it took so long, the last chapter kinda made it awkward so I need so help but my beta reader rellimmes helped me get some ideas which I had and she helped me develop them. So here's the chapter

oh the song Athena sings is Here to the moon and back from Joyful noise!

Chapter 5: A different side of her.

At first, Spot had thought of soaking her but Rebel's talk of how her abdomen had not yet healed from her last beating, he watched as Athena walked up the stairs.

Athena had looked out the window. She missed being outside, she missed her friends, but most of all she missed being free. In this place she felt like a rich girl, always being told what to do, where to go, and frankly, Athena wanted out. The sun was still setting over the city and most of the working class were making their way back home when Athena go an idea. She pushed herself off the bed and walked downstairs into the foyer where a certain Rebel was writing down something on a piece of paper. She coughed and Rebel's head looked at her.

"Yea?" He asked her, boredom and slight annoyance dripped in his words. He looked back at the letter he was writing to Staten Island.

"I want out." Athena stated firm and monotoned. She stood her ground waiting for his reply when someone else answered for him.

"Out? Huh?" Spot Conlon's voice droned in, his boots clomped on the dusty wood as he made his way to Athena.

"What? Gotten tired of me, sweet face? Miss your little Bronx? Miss your friends? Miss that bastard of a leader?" He circled her like a vulture and a dead carcass. Athena watched his moved, not speaking a word to him.

"But if you haven't noticed sweetheart, your not exactly on my favorite list, and neither are you on a welcomed list for Brooklyn."

"Well I'm not staying here all my life! Believe it or not Conlon I am human!"

"Oh my god! Really! You are! I didn't know!"

The two stepped closer to each other, getting in each others faces and giving the other a well made death glare. Athena's fist clutched hard, nails digging into the skin and making it white. Spot was holding in the urge to push her backwards. Rebel heaved a sigh and went between the two.

"Come on Spot. She's right. I don't think keeping a person of her status locked up all the time. I'll watch her. Will go to the docks and come back. Promise." Spot breathed in a sudden air of annoyance, looking between Athena and Rebel. He contemplated the thought that had so kindly grazed Rebel's mind. Athena crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the his answer.

"Any time, jackass." She remarked at him, Spot slightly lunged at her. He looked at Rebel. "Fine. One hour. And..." The two looked at him.

"Your taking a bodie." Athena made a slight smile that only seem to catch Spot's attention. Surprisingly, Athena barely smiled but since she came to the lodging house, Spot had seen, for the very first time, she smile. For real. It made a feeling grow in his gut, and it confused him. But seeing that smile on her face seemed to lighten Conlon up.
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Athena sat down on the edge of the soggy wood, her feet dangled right above the water only her big toe meeting the sun kissed water. It reflected the sky's pinks, oranges and reds, mashing in like water colors. She looked out onto the horizon, deep in thought. Last time she stared out at these waters were when her and Conlon had meet each other for the first time. For some reason, the docks seemed different then the other day. It seemed calmer, the aura gave a magical yet tranquil vibe and Athena felt as though she could relax. The sounds of boots and the vibration of them took Athena out of her deep thoughts. She looked up, expecting Rebel but it was Spot Conlon. The light bathed behind him, outlining his figure. His golden short locks twinkled in the godlike sun. He stood there, slightly awkward.

"Never thought I'd see the day Athena Boyce would watch a sunset like a normal, girly girl." She regarded him with her gaze. He pointed next to her and she shifted to
make room. The sat there in silence, an awkward, heavy silence.

"Don't you have an ego to make bigger?" She sneered. He chuckled.

"Decided to take a break." She looked at him in disbelief. He put his hands up in surrender. "Alright so I didn't trust you with those two. Who would?" Athena quirked a smile, she quickly covered it. She looked back at Rebel and Razor who were playing cards on the other end. She looked back at Conlon, who held his gaze. She broke away, looking back at the water.

"So.." She said looking at her folded hands, not meeting Conlon's eyes.

"So...um...I wanted to know why ya took my notebooks." Athena looked at him, puzzled and in utter shock. He went through my bag! Rat bastard!

"How did you..."

"Razor gave me it back, saying it was in your bag."

"Who drew them?" She pried at him. He looked back at her, a stern yet questionable looked in his eyes,. should he tell her? He had thought to himself. he decided agaist it. on,y giving her another glance. she stuttered over her words, trying to find the right sentence to place. Spot became amused in this for a puzzlement for Athena and smiled though it quickly went away as it appeared and hastily got up, pulling Athena with him. He called over to Razor and Rebel.

"Rebel take Athena back to the House." He paused slightly and fumbled for the next sentenced that rolled of his tongue. "And don't let her out of your sight." Razor nodded his head and pushed Athena forward, she glanced at him once more in a melancholy way before pushing forward. When the two were out of sight, Rebel looked at Conlon, a smug look upon his face.

"What?" Spot questioned, an eyebrow quirked up at Rebel's lip expression. Which grew wider than the setting sun.

"You know what." He retorted at him.

"No seriously. What?" Rebel chuckled to himself before speaking.

"You're growing soft on her." Spot was struck by this comment.

"I am not!" I just thought I'd try a new tacit."

"Lier! You're begin to care for her."

"Are not!"

"Are so!"

"Are not!"

"Are so!"

"Are not!"

"Are so and you know it!"

It was close to nightfall when Athena had finished getting ready for bed with gingham shirt and a pair of long johns were, Athena stared out the window, the night sky, she could hear the boys mindless chatter about strategy and war. The younger ones had been sent to bed. She sighed before plopping down on the bed and trying to let sleep take her.

The small patter of feet amplified the room to the small child. His arms hugged his chest in a securing comfort as he could feel the footsteps grow louder as he entered the foyer, though the feet sounded muffled agains't the boisterous boys, who were in a deep cloud of strategy.

"Spot..." The small newsie squeaked out. The bigger newsies ignored the mouse voice as if they couldn't hear him. He tried again.

"Spot." He said, slightly louder, Spot heard his tiny voice and turned around, looking at the boy.

"Ill be up there in a minute." He said, waving him off like another one of the older kids. An upset frown pillaged his lips as he turned up the stair in disappointment. He pasted by Spot's room and then Athena's whose door was slightly opened and little light has castes its shadow into the darkened night. He pushed his tiny, cherub fingers against the door and opened it. He saw Athena, lying on the bed and his breathing became heavy and his heart skipped beats as he watched her rise from the bed. Athena looked at him, surprised by his shocked expression and lower the tough face for the small one. He started to back up against the door. She lit an oil lamp to see the figure.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The small child fumble to find the door knob. "It's ok I won't bite." The little boy stopped as she swung her legs over the bunk and approached the young boy, who became lax as well as he stiffened slightly.

"I...I...Spot...was busy. And I...I'se was...scared, bad dream." The child whispered. Athena bent down to the kid. "Come on, I'll be right back." Athena watched as the small boy got on the bed, as she walked out of her room and into Spot's room. She reached under his bed and pulled out an old guitar and walked back into the room. She sat down on the bedside, and tuned up the guitar. Once it was tuned and the kid seemed comfortable she started to play her guitar.

I could hold out my arms, say "I love you this much"
I could tell you how long I will long for your touch
How much and how far would I go to prove
The depth and the breadth of my love for you?

From here to the moon and back
Who else in this world will love you like that?
Love everlasting, I promise you that
From here to the moon and back
From here to the moon and back

I want you to know you can always depend
On promises made and love without end
No need to wonder how faithful I'll be
Now and on into eternity

From here to the moon and back
Who else in this world will love you like that?
Forever and always, I'll be where you're at
From here to the moon and back
From here to the moon and back

Rebel listened from the outside of the door, he was in shocked. There sat Athena with one of the younger ones, playing Spot's guitar and actually being, dare he say it? Human? He was in great shock and couldn't register it to himself. He never knew she could play nor could she be kind nor could she be an actual human. She was a assassin for Christ ask and listening to her now, she sounded angelic and pure. He scurried down the flight of staircases, running almost crashing into Conlon and whispered in his ear.

I would blow you a kiss from the star where I sat
I would call out your name to echo through the vast
Thank heaven for you and to God, tip my hat
From here to the moon and back
And I'll spend forever just proving that fact
From here to the moon and back

The two boys cracked the door open in the nick of time, to see Athena tuck the child in and climbed onto the top bunk and fell into a sleep.

Spot that night had questioned what had went one that night. Those moments he had just experience., Athena, the blood cold, heart chilled, assassin had a humane side to her. She was from the Bronx and they never have any care for anybody but themselves and then seeing Athena handle a child so well, it almost put Conlon into a frozen shock. He then questioned himself. Did he know Athena? From that little act it clearly show'd he didn't and maybe, just maybe...there was more to her than he thought...