Auhor's Note: I do not own any of the Newsies characters.
Jack had talked Spot into not fleeing the country right away. Instead, Spot and Vix were forced to hide out in the basement of Medda Larkson's, Irving was happy to assist Jack and his friends in any way she could, even when they were running from the law. Jack knew this and took advantage of it whenever he needed. When the door opened to the basement and they began to descend the stairs, Vixen's nose was assaulted with dust and the smell of mothballs. Most of the room was filled with boxes.
Medda walked to the other side of the room with Jack, they proceeded to pull a small cot out from behind some of the boxes.
"This is where you can sleep, for now?," Medda spoke to Vixen, because she knew that Spot would be the one sleeping on the floor.
"Thank you," Vix responded quietly. She looked Medda up and down, and any other day she would not have known it was her. She wore normal, everyday clothing, not the kind that she wore on stage. Vixen had never seen her dressed so plainly. It made her seem more human and not like just a sex symbol, she wondered if this had the same effect on the boys.
"Are you sure this is okay?," Vix asked, not wanting to be a nuisance even when she and Spot desperately needed help.
"Of course, it is no trouble at all! And nobody ever really comes down here, it is mainly for storage and a hiding place," Medda laughed. Jack smiled at her, but the three other newsies remained stone-faced. Jack noticed the fear in Ariel and Vixen's eyes, though they were trying to hide it. When Jack looked at Spot's eyes he didn't see any emotion, he just looked tired and possibly irritated. Jack was concerned, he wondered if Spot was at all feeling guilty about what he had done. He certainly wasn't showing it.
