LucyOfNarnia, I finally got your charrie in! Tell me if I portrayed her well. When I thought of her, I though brown curly hair and amber eyes-if that isn't what she looks like, let me know and I'll change it! :)

Author's Note: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE! It was so fun writing about how all the girls fawned over Spot when he took his shirt off, lol XD

Disclaimer: I own Angel, Fang, Dawn, Salt, Pepper, Athena, Wren, and Bengal. Disney owns Spot, and LucyOfNarnia owns Giggles.

Spot P.O.V.

I watched in horror as Angel's tiny form was flung off the dock, dropping twenty-five feet to the icy water of the river. I looked to Fang, shocked, and peered into his face, which was twisted with rage. Swelling up with anger, I made the move to sock him in the face, but Dawn got there before I did.

"Nice job, sis," I congratulated Dawn as Fang staggered back and fell off the dock after Angel.

"Thanks. Don't worry, if Fang knows what's good for him, he'll bring her back up here," Dawn reassured as I peered over the side of the dock.

Silence.

"He will now, will he?" I asked sarcastically. Dawn and I watched the bubbles forming in the water for a few seconds. The realization of what was actually happening hit both her and me at the same time.

"Dammit," I cursed. "He's pulling her down!" Dawn bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. A nervous habit of hers.

"This is bad, this is bad, what do we do!" She looked at me desperately. "Spot?"

"I'm going in, Dawn. Be a good sistah and hold me shirt, will ya?" I ripped my blue shirt over my head and tossed it to her. Unconsciously I looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes. I may be exceedingly fit, but I figured my girls would be used to it by now. God, even my own sister is drooling.

Just as I got ready to dive off the dock, I felt Dawn's hand grab my arm. "Spot, be careful," she warned.

I smirked and ruffled her hair. "When am I not?"

As I plunged into the freezing water, I swore I could have heard her mumble that I am NEVER careful. Well, she would be right.

Angel's P.O.V.

Being dragged to your death by a giant vicious man unable to move or breathe in freezing cold water isn't really a bad death, when you weigh your options.

No wait, it is.

I stopped even attempting to struggle as Fang sunk me deeper and deeper. Opening my eyes in the salty water, I could see surprisingly well- well enough to notice a huge bruise forming on Fang's shoulder blade.

Right on, McRae, I told myself. Good girl. You didn't go down without a fight.

Just as Fang released me and I closed my eyes, waiting patiently for death, another human shot into the water beside me. Hm. Wonder if this one's gonna drown me, too.

Again, to my surprise, they did the opposite. Whoever it was slipped a hand around my waist and began to pull to back towards the precious air. But before we could get five feet, Fang slammed into him (Well, I would assume it's a him, he doesn't have a shirt on and he has very well-defined muscles) and he was knocked off of me. I resumed sinking, while I could barely see Fang and my rescuer having a vicious underwater fistfight. It was kinda entertaining, actually.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the flash of a gold key hanging on a string looped around his neck.

oOoOoOoOoOo

It is never a good thing when you wake up on a dock, surrounded by teenagers, coughing up water and river gunk.

"Youse okay, Angel?" Bengal asked, kneeling beside me and looking down at my face.

"Yeah, perfectly fine," I replied, sarcasm dripping off my every word. "I only nearly got murdered and drowned. I'm perfectly fine."

Bengal cocked an eyebrow and looked me in the eyes. Now I understand why he's called Bengal-he has curiously orange hair and black eyes, giving him a weird tiger-like appearance.

"Just asking," he retorted, amused at my outburst. "This is Giggles, she's the one here with the most medical experience. If you need anything, just let anyone know and we'll go get her."

The pretty girl with curly brown hair Bengal pointed out smiled and waved at me. She strikes me as the trustable type.

I started shivering and sat up, looking around. And started to stand up, but Athena pushed me back to the wood.

"Not yet, you're not strong enough," she advised. "Someone go get a blanket before the girl freezes to death. NOW!" A few newsies jumped a little, and one rushed to the lodging house to get Athena's precious blanket.

I noticed Spot standing by some crates, dripping wet and looking MURDEROUS.

"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my head and closing my eyes.

"Spot jumped in after you, got in a big underwater fistfight with Fang, saved you, went back and got Fang, pondered re-punching him back into the river, and then you woke up," Pepper said in one big breath.

I felt anger start to burn inside me and I glared at Spot. "What is it with you?" I hissed.

"Can't I at least get a 'thank you'?" Spot mumbled, rolling his blue-grey eyes.

"I don't need you saving me every time I turn around! Why do you keep doing that?" I flamed, glowering on Spot.

"Because if I didn't save yoah ass, den youse would be dead three times in da last two houahs!" He shouted, fire burning in his eyes.

"I did fine it that fight, but I wasn't exactly expecting him to pop up like that!" I snapped back at him.

"Well, 'not EXPECTING it' don't CUT it when youse getting RAPED in an ALLEY!" He hollered, obviously furious.

Whoa. I didn't see that coming.

"SPOT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Dawn screeched at him.

I chocked back my tongue, stunned at the words that just came out of Spot's mouth. Blinking hard at him, my throat got tight and I realized that I had just pissed off someone who had saved my life three times. And I didn't even thank him.

Spot clearly knew he had said something wrong, for he too drew back, his eyes softened, and a look of apology spread across his face.

"Look, Angel, Ise sorry-"

"Don't be. You're right. I was weak," I said bitterly, looking to the ground.

Spot got quiet and joined me in my staring contest with the dock.

"What happened to Fang?" I asked softly after a minute.

"He's in da lodging house, counting his blessings. The right to ever lay a finger on you again is not one of those."

"Ah."

"Giggles, get Angel up to da LH and make suah she doesn't catch a cold," Spot ordered, his eyes not leaving the ground as he spoke.

"On it, Spot," Giggles replied, giving me a hand up from the ground and smiling.

Giggles and I didn't talk much as we made our way back to the bunkroom. When we entered, she struck up a conversation.

"How did Spot find you?" She asked gently, retrieving some blankets from a cupboard.

"Well…" I feel like I can trust Giggles with the whole story. "Do you want to hear it from the beginning?"

"Sure. Whatever you feel like telling."

"All right… Well, I was born in Ireland in 1886."

"So you're 14?" Giggles asked as she got out some medicine. I twisted a lock of my long blonde hair and thought how to begin.

"Yeah. My parents didn't get along very well. My dad was an alcoholic, he married my mom to get the money. They had three boys, and after that, I was the 'oops' child. One day my dad got really drunk. He killed my mom and that set an example to my brothers. They started murdering people too. So one day, my dad decided to move to New York. Right when we got off the boat I ran, because I had heard them talking the night before about killing me. I lost all of them except one, my youngest brother. He and I got into an alley fight. I pulled my knife out, but he stole it. Right when he was about to slit my throat, Spot came into the picture."

I looked over to see Giggles horrified. But suddenly, she chuckled and her face lightened. "That sounds like Spot. He loves being the hero."

"So I've heard," I replied. She smiled again and gave me a spoonful of medicine, which I forcefully took.

Yeuch.

"So I guess they're all still out there. I hope me and Spot can find them and kick their lousy butts," I joked, and Giggles, well… Giggled.

Smiling over at her, I realized that she is the first person I've ever shared my life story with. And hey. She's not a bad first person to share your life story with.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, before Wren burst in, panting.

"What's wrong?" I exclaimed, rushing over to her.

"Angel… Angel, it's your brother! He's on his way here, and he has another man with him!"

Giggles and I shared knowing looks of worry.

"Wren, how old was the person with him? What did he look like?" I asked, beginning to get scared. If it's my dad, this is very very bad.

"He was a lot older, skinny, sorta grey hair…"

Giggles looked at me, her amber eyes filling with concern.

"That's him," I whispered, my voice shaking.

As much as I hate it, I am really going to need Spot's help.

Yep-Dawn is Spot's sister! ;) it's purty cute, their sibling relationship. I hope you liked this chapter, please review! :)

Review Shout-outs!

LucyOfNarnia- Thank you! Fight scenes are hard to write. And yeah, she's quite the tough cookie! ;)

Caroline Conlon-All right, I'll find some kind of way to get Caroline in here-she sounds fun to write ;) And I plan to update quite often-the question is, DO YOU? IF YOU VALUE YOUR NEWSIES DVD? nyahaha. JK.

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Thank you to all readers and reviewers, ILY!

Love, Angel (HA! I changed my name, I forgot about that... XD )