Dedicated to LucyOfNarnia.

Shoutouts that I've neglected:

Rocks tar- Thank you!

Potlove3221- I've been busy with school but I will try to do 2 chapters a weekend, but no promises!

Kraken- Thanks! I will do my best with Spot, also, I think I have some ideas for names, feel free to message me if you have any ideas!

LucyOfNarnia- Thank you! I've made a lot of edits now!

destaaa246- Thank you, that means a lot!

3rd point of view

"Boys, we need to talk"

Jack ran into the main room of the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Kloppman was downstairs trying to revive Racetrack, who had collapsed from exhaustion. The poor kid had just sprinted from Brooklyn.

All around him, his newsies were playing poker, telling stories, talking about their goils, they were blissfully ignorant of what Jack had managed to get out of Race before he passed out. He pondered this slowly, when was the last time he had been ignorant?

"What is it Jack?" called out Mush, who was collecting his game winnings from Blink, who couldn't play poker to save his life.

Creek!

We gotta get dose darned stairs fixed! Amazing all the things one notices in a time of panic.

Bumlets came up the stairs behind Jack, "Youse bettah tell im Cowboy, Race is still out but Klopp says he'll be fine with rest"

Jack sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair, it was no or never. It was time to shatter his newsies ignorant peace "Race just got back from Brooklyn and they, Spot, he took Skeeter. All I could gather from Race was that he took both of them but let him go for some reason"

30 pairs of eyes stared back at him, some with shock, others disbelief, but everyone with the eyes of terror. Skeeter was a mother/friend/sister to all of them.

"What?"

"Who took her!"

"Skeeter! Our Skeeter!"

"Is this some kinda joke Jacky-boi!"

"Jack!" cried a tiny voice

Jack looked down at tiny Tumbler who was insistently tugging his pant leg. His brown eyes were already started to tear up.

"Jack? Is they goin to hoit 'er?"

Skeeter always had a soft spot for Tumbler and the tiny eight year old adored her. She would tell him stories, tuck him in at night. She would protect him from the Delanceys and the 'big boys'. She was his idol.

"Jack?" he insisted, his voice cracking, on the verge of a break down.

"I don't know, kid. But I do know this! Wese goin to get 'er back!" he shouted to his boys.

Jack was awarded with chorus' and shouts of approval, the boys were going to get her back! Skeeter was their sister, no one, not even the infamous Spot Conlon can take her from them! It was at this moment that they all realized just how much Skeeter meant to them.

Then Jack bent down and said softly so only Tumbler would here, "I promise kid, I'll do everything I can to get her back"

Tumbler nodded solemnly and crawled over to Mush and sat in his lap.

"No! Jack, we can't save her!"

Skittery stood up from his chair in the back, a worried look on his face. He had never really bonded with Skeeter, but that didn't mean he didn't want to save her as much as the others. Did it?

"What do ya mean no, Skitts?" Jack whispered, his voice deadly quiet.

"I-I-I just mean that, this is Brooklyn! Think about it. If we go barging in there, Brooklyn-they fight dirty. All I'm sayin is that, is she really worth getting' on Spot's bad side?"

"Ya idiot!"

"Ya stupid, she is woith it!"

"Ow!" Skittery dodged pillows, cards, and the other random objects that were hurled at him.

Jack raised his hands and stopped the assault.

"Ya have a point Skitts" he agreed reluctantly.

"What Jack! Have you toined scab or sometin!" Kid yelled at him,

"No! Ise smart Blink. Skitts has a point."

"So wese goin to leave her dere?" Mush sided,

"No, wese goin to get her out. But it's goin to take a coupla days"

Sunlight poured into the grimy bunkroom. It had been, maybe three, four hours since Spot had left? So far, Skeeter had counted 56 cracks in the ceiling, 8 windows, 44 bunks (not including Spot's) and 218 floor boards. She couldn't have been more bored.

Where's Scratch? Oh right, he left to get some lunch for us. He's been gone long enough to go to Santa Fe and back she thought grumpily. Being a captive wasn't all fun and games.

Skeeter actually enjoyed Scratch's company, for a Brooklynite anyway. He was good looking and had a sense of humor, similar to Race-

Don't think about him, Skeeter!

The thought of her best friend brought tears to her eyes. Tears slowly trickled down her dirty cheeks. What was the point of wiping them away? No one was here to see, no one would even care. If she had never seen Emma, never been captured, where would I be right know? She thought, her heart breaking at the thought of her friends continuing life without her.

Probably sellin' papes, or eatin' at Tibby's.

Shoot! I'm missing Meatloaf Monday, Tibby has the best meatloaf!

Is that seriously what you're thinking of right now, Skeeter? How you're missing Tibby's meatloaf? Are you that weird?

Meatloaf…that sounds good right now. I sure am hungry...

Honestly Skeeter! Grow up! Where's the tough newsie that I know!

Boredom can really drive a person mad.