Author's Note: Okay...so I realize that it's been WAY too many months since this story was updated, and I'm really sorry about that, but better late than never, right? So, this is the last chapter, so there won't be anymore horribly late updates, since the story is over. Thank you to all of your reviews, and sorry once again for the extremely long wait!

Disclaimer: I think we all know...

Brooklyn parties were always the best, but Spot had outdone himself this time. He surveyed the room in mild satisfaction. He was enjoying himself, as much as he'd like to deny that fact. The only problem he had was that Camille was nowhere in sight, and she was the sole purpose this party was being thrown. He grimaced when he saw not only Mush, but Blink as well, fall out of their chairs. The two newsies were clearly not used to the more expensive alcoholic beverages Spot had provided for this particular party.

At the same time that Spot was congratulating himself on a party well done, Camille and Alicia were putting the finishing touches on their plan. They had decided to announce Alicia's parting to Spot and Spark. In doing so, Camille would hopefully be able to form a truce between the feuding newsboys and get Spark back to Brooklyn, instead of having to live in the Bronx.

Camille was waiting impatiently at a table when Alicia came running up to her. She could tell something was wrong when Alicia avoided eye contact. Camille merely had to raise an eyebrow and an explanation poured out of her friend.

"We may have hit a bit of a road bump," Alicia started off, eyes darting this way and that.

Well that was never a good thing. "What do you mean?" Camille asked, needing clarification.

"Well," Alicia stalled, "I'm not so sure Spark is going to want to come back to Brooklyn…"

"Why not? He knows Spot was just being over protective, right?" Camille was beginning to get desperate. She didn't want Spark to be stuck in the Bronx and she didn't want Spot to be angry with him for forever.

Alicia gulped. "Well, apparently within the small amount of time Spark's been in the Bronx, he somehow became their leader."

Camille choked on the cube of ice she had been sucking on. "What?!"

Alicia nodded and pointed towards the door, where the Bronx newsies were entering, lead by Spark. He appeared to be delegating a variety of responsibilities to various newsboys and girls. Camille blinked. It was that easy to take over a borough? Or maybe Spark was just that talented. Duped only by Spot Conlon. She tilted her head in thought. Well, their plan was apparently going to need revision. Spark wouldn't want to return to Brooklyn if he was now a leader.

"Hmm," Camille hummed to herself. She saw Racetrack dart giddily across the room. "Race!" She hoped he could enlighten them a bit, for he always seemed to be in the know.

Racetrack stumbled over, slinging his arm loosely around Alicia's shoulders to keep from falling over. "Enjoyin' yahself? You'se the reason we'se heah afterall," he slurred with a smug grin on his face. Why Racetrack was smug was beyond Camille's comprehension, but she ignored it and continued with her newly formulated plan of action.

"What do you know about Spark's new standings?" she inquired quizzically.

Race laughed. "You'se sound like a newsie leader yahself," he pointed out, making Camille scowl. She didn't necessarily want to be associated with leader types. Racetrack scrunched up his face in thought. "Well, when Spot sent him ovah ta the Bronx, he stumbled upon the fact that they'se don' actually have a leader." Racetrack grinned at this point in his short story. "And so, being Spark, he whipped 'em into shape and, lo and behold, is now their leader." Race beamed with pride. Maybe that's why he had been smug. Because now three of his close friends were now leaders of opposing boroughs.

Camille bit her lip in thought before waltzing past Alicia and Race, and making her way over to Spark. As she was about to stand before him, a small ratty looking newsboy stepped in front of her, his arms crossed, a serious expression upon his face. "Ya got an appointment?" he asked in a surprisingly deep, husky voice.

Camille raised her eyebrows. "No. I don't need one. Now step aside if ya know what's good for ya," she warned in a commanding tone she was unaware she possessed. Race was right, she was acting like a leader.

Ratty Boy scoffed. "Ya don' get an audience with Spark unless he wants an audience with ya."

"Spark," Camille yelled over the noise of the party. She caught his eye and motioned to the shorter, protective newsboy. Spark grinned and sauntered over.

"Uh, Pointer? Ya can go an' enjoy the party now," he allowed. Pointer nodded his head curtly and stiffly walked away. Spark shrugged. "They'se ain't used ta havin' a leader, and, well, I guess they'se just interested in keepin' one for awhile."

Camille grinned at the green-eyed boy. "You're certainly going places," she remarked as to his current leading position.

Spark grinned. "They jus' need a little organization an' they could big the next Brooklyn."

Camille pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Speaking of which," she reached out and grabbed Spark by the hand, not wanting to allow him escape, "Follow me."

She dragged the newsboy behind her, weaving her way through the crowd, searching for Spot. Alicia and Racetrack watched, dumbfounded, from the table. "What is she up ta?" Race drunkenly prodded Alicia for details.

Alicia shook her head. "No idea." They had originally planned for Alicia to deal with Spark, and for Camille to deal with Spot, before bringing the two together for a peace pact. But Camille taking on two fighting leaders was a new feat.

Camille recognized the back of Spot's head and she grabbed his arm to swing him around abruptly. She smiled wide. "Heya Spot."

She could clearly see Spot's agitation in the way he was glaring at Spark. He no doubt had learned of Spark's leadership in the Bronx and was most likely not too pleased. Spot had meant for Spark's trip to be a punishment, not a reward. Camille ignored all of this and instead said, "Can I speak to you two alone, please? Thanks." And with that, she pulled both newsboys up the stairs, barricading them in Spot's private quarters.

"What's this all about?" Spot asked, enraged.

Camille rolled her eyes, releasing them in the room. "You two are going to settle this stupid thing between you right now." Spark sighed in irritation, while Spot glared at his former runner. Camille had crossed her arms. "Go on," she encouraged.

"What do ya want us ta do?" Spark asked sarcastically, "Make up an' hug?"

Camille gave the new leader a deadpan look. "No," she replied sternly. "But you are going to make up. Because I am not going to live in this time period if you two are angry with each other." She turned to face Spot. "Spot, you are the boy I want to be with, but if you're going to be gallivanting around with other girls, you can forget it." She smirked at the awestruck look upon his face. Camille then turned to face Spark. "I guess you're not going to want to come back to Brooklyn, what with a borough of your own now. But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to tell you what to do." She grinned as Spark nodded in mock defeat. "Just…get along, okay?" It was all she was asking.

Spot was standing rigid, unsure of whether or not he would be able to abide by the whole 'happy family' scenario Camille was laying out for them. "Fine," he said, wanting to be on Camille's good side once again. He spit in his hand and extended it to Spark.

Spark pursed his lips, mulling over this. His eyes flit from Camille to Spot, until he finally shrugged, spit in his own palm, and clasped Spot's hand.

"Thank God that's over," Camille smirked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go bid my best friend farewell."

It had been a year since Alicia had been sent back to 2009, and things had slowly begun to return to normal in the realm of newsboys. Camille's knowledge of her new time period had steadily grown, while her memories of her past life became weaker.

She was walking through the cobblestone streets of the Bronx, basking in the sun. It had been chilly all week, and the warmer weather had put everyone in good spirits. Such good spirits in fact that she was on her way to meet Spot and Spark for lunch.

She entered the diner, spying the two boys at a table over in the corner. She sat down next to Spot, who pecked a kiss on her cheek. Spark grinned. "Who'd a thought Spot Conlon could be such a good boyfriend?" he rhetorically asked.

Spot smirked, and continued to look over the menu, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. After they had all ordered and treated themselves to a relatively lavish lunch for a newsie, they took to the streets, Spark showing them his domain.

They had reached a street corner, the one Spark usually sold at, when a man with a camera approached them. He called himself Lewis Hine, and after a few minutes of he and Camille prodding the boys, they obliged the request.

Spot smirked, staring over at Camille, happy to see her happy, and Spark grinned, proud that it was the Bronx that was being photographed.

Alicia sat in her history class, utterly bored out of her mind, head resting on the desk, while Gill, studious student she was, took precise notes. "Ugh," Alicia groaned when she glanced at the clock and realized there was still over half an hour of class left.

Gill poked her friend in the ribs with her pencil. "Alicia, we need to answer the questions at the end of the chapter," she informed her previously half-asleep comrade.

"Ugh," Alicia repeated, flopping open her textbook and flipping through the pages. She paused for a second on a page revealing a black and white photo. "Huh," she mused, staring at it. It depicted two newsboys, and one newsgirl, posed between them. The one boy had an amused smirk on his face, while the other two were grinning broadly, obviously wanting to get the most out of their photograph experience.

Gill peered over Alicia's shoulder. She pointed at one of the boys and the girl. "Those two look oddly familiar…"

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "Yeah," she replied with a small smile. She had no idea where the smile had come from, just that she felt some happiness at the sight of the picture. Glancing around the classroom quickly, she ripped the page from the book. She grinned at Gill. "No one's gonna miss a page…"