'ello everyone, i hope you are havin a loverly day (: hopefully, a new update will brighten it! one comment I want to make is..I am sorry if you find Spot to nice, just let me know, because in my other story he is a sweetheart so this is a change!

Written while listening too: Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

Chapter 5: Entrance of the Hero

"Any pain when I press here?" the doctor pressed softly against an area near the wound on my stomach. It stung slightly, but nowhere as near as bad when I first woke up and he came to visit two days ago. I shook my head with a smile. He smiled as he began pressing other areas and I kept shaking my head, feeling only small stings every now and then. "Well, you're healing rather nicely now aren't we. I take it they take real good care of you guys around here?"

"Yeah, they're taking great care of us," I responded. "They make sure we eat, drink tons, and there is always someone in here to talk too."

"Not to mention they bring us gifts." Rachel added popping one of my chocolates that David brought me. She had finished hers when I still couldn't eat them so she decided to steal mine. I rolled my eyes and looked up back at my doctor, who was chuckling lightly.

Then there was a knock at the door slowly followed by Jack's head peering through. "Hey! How's the checkup goin'?" he asked stepping fully into the room.

"Its great, she is as healthy as a horse, and her wound is healing nicely. She should be up and walking later tonight if she wants." He looked over at me and once more, I nodded quickly. My legs have begun to ache from lack of movement.

Jacks face fell and he started rubbing the back of his neck, "Heh, well dat's great doc…" The room filled up with silence until the doctor began to pack up his stuff into his briefcase.

"Well, I best be going, I have three appointments left today. Just give me a ring if you feel any discomfort." He told me as he grabbed his hat from the edge of my bed.

"I will. Thank you," I said with a gentle smile.

He smiled back, "Ladies, Jack." He tipped his hat as he walked out of the room. Once again, it became eerily quiet. Jack still stood in the doorway rubbing his neck and biting his lip.

I sat up in my bed, breaking the silence with its squeaky springs, "Everything okay Jack?" I asked, fixing my shirt that Racetrack had lent me. It was a tad big and I am pretty sure if I stood up it would come to my knees but it was dry and warm so, I didn't complain.

Jack looked down at the ground and remained silent. Rachel and I exchanged glances. Rachel walked over to him and gently touched his shoulder. He jumped slightly and looked up at her, "Is everything okay Jack?" she repeated to him.

He gave a small half laugh from the back of his throat, "Not entirely."

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, leading him towards her bed. They sat down together and I turned to face them.

Jack took a deep breath in, "Well, um, our land lord…he uh, aint to happy bout the two of you livin' here ya see…"

"Oh," we both whispered in unison. Then, after a moment, Rachel shot a look at me. We both realized what was going to happen.

"He said he was gonna fire Kloppman for letting you guys bum here while you were sick…" he whispered looking down at his shoes.

"Oh my gosh! That's terrible." Rachel cried.

But my mind wasn't on Kloppman, it was on realizing the words that Jack had just told us. We weren't allowed to stay here. We were a century in the past, completely on our own, with no money and now no roof over our heads. Rachel's voice broke through my thoughts when she cried, "Tell Kloppman we will be out as soon as Amy can walk." And she kept on blabbering about how bad she felt.

Jack looked up at me, and that's when I caught it. His eyes were melancholy but under them, I saw something mischievous. Like when a boy puts gum in his sisters hair or put ants in the sugar bowl. He was planning something. There was something he wasn't telling us, but what?

I thought back to what he had said when he walked in. He said he aint to happy bout the two of you…the two of us. My eyes shot back to Jacks. "Wait…" I said cutting of Rachel. "You said he isn't happy about the two of us living here…" I licked my lips. "You mean to tell me, one of us can stay?"

He nodded. Rachel looked back and forth between us, "Well what happens to me then?" she whispered.

"What do you mean what would happen to you?" I asked. "Who said I'm the one staying?" Jack opened his mouth to say something but Rachel cut him off by standing up over me.

"It's obvious, you idiot," she screamed. "You're hurt, extremely hurt! You can't be out on the streets."

He opened his mouth again, but I cut him off this time. "Yeah, well, you wouldn't survive two minutes on the streets Rach! You're too innocent to be out on the streets."

"Who said anythin' about one being on the streets?" Jack finally blurted out in what sounded like anger. Rachel and I stopped cold and turned our attention back to Jack, who had somehow managed himself in between us without our knowledge.

"But," Rachel whispered. "I thought you said one of us had to be kicked out."

"I did say that, but you two loud mouths cut me off," he said with a chuckle. He patted Rachel's back and ruffled my hair. Rachel sat down next to me and he sat down by my feet. "Now you two gonna be quiet," we nodded and both bit our lips. "Good, like I said before, he will allow one of you to stay. Well, when he said that, the boys and I got to thinkin', what are we gonna do with the other one…and then..."

"And then, an angel appeared." A snarky voice with a thick Brooklyn accent came from the doorway. I didn't even have to look up to see who it belonged too. I knew the voice, and it made my blood boil. But just to make sure I was correct, I looked up.

Proving my hunch right, standing right before me was a teenage boy with a smirk playing on his lips. In his hands was a long black cane with a gold topper, which made him look richer than he probably was. He took his hat off of his head, allowing his long dirty blonde hair fall just gently below his eyebrows.

Everything about him, though, I knew. From his plaid shirt, to his red suspenders, all the way down to the gray cabby hat that he held in his hands. Although, one thing the movie didn't quite capture, was how haunting his eyes were. They were the color of the ocean after a bad storm, something that you don't want to mess with.

He put on the cockiest grin I have ever seen in my life as he looked over me and Rachel, "'Ey ladies, I'm Spot Conlon."

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