(Author's note: Okay, this isn't great, I will be the first to admit that, but I wanted to get something up tonight. It's short and has absolutely no plot, but I had writers block, so this happened. It will be better next week, I promise.

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing but my own imagination.)

Jack stood back, trying to stay out of the way as Katherine paced the apartment nervously.

"Writers block, Jack! I don't get writers block!" If he could just get her to calm down for a moment, maybe he could talk some sense into her.

"Ace, every writer gets writers block sometimes," he hushed gently, but she brushed past him and sat back at her desk, ripping the paper from the typewriter unceremoniously.

"Look at this! It's complete garbage," she practically yelled.

"It ain't that bad, you've got to cut yourself some slack sweetheart." He took the paper from her and set it on the desk, crouching down so that he was eye level with her. "Look, just take a break and come back to it later." Her eyes were filled with self-doubt; Jack hated to see her like that. She was such a gifted writer; how was it that she was the only one who didn't see that? He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I shouldn't be having this much trouble though," Katherine countered, "I never have problems with words, but nothing seems right with this. It's like I can't even string together a cohesive sentence without completely hating everything I've written by the time I get to the end of it!" She stood up and started pacing around the room again. "Do you know when the last time I had this much trouble writing an article was? It was when I first met you, and I wrote about the strike. I just-"

"Wait," Jack interjected, finally putting the pieces together. "Ace, what's this article about?" Katherine looked at him quizzically and said,

"An orphanage in upstate New York. They-they're not giving the kids the kind of education they need. I've been following it for weeks, uh, why?" Jack ignored her question.

"And, this is something that's really important to you, ain't it?"

"Yes-Jack, what are you getting at here?" Jack couldn't help but smile. This was exactly why he loved her.

"Ya know why you're having trouble with this?" He laughed, "It's cause it means so much to you. You really need these kids to get an education, just like you needed us newsies to get fair pay when we was kids." By this time, Katherine had stopped pacing, and was looking far calmer than Jack had seen her all evening. "You just need to take a break from it, Ace. You get so worked up, trying to do the right thing and all, that ya get writers block." He laughed internally at the slightly despondent look that crossed her face at his last words.

"Don't you get it, Jack?" She retorted sadly, "It is so important to me. That's why I have to finish this. Those kids... Those kids are..." She trailed off, sighing. She leaned against Jack; she looked downright pathetic-tired, crumpled and limp-like she was giving up, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Ace, just because you've gotta try again tomorrow don't mean you failed today." A long sigh fell from Katherine's mouth.

"Maybe you're right," she mumbled, "Maybe I just need to give it another go tomorrow."

"Course I'm right," he said with a smirk, earning himself a smack on the arm from his wife, who glared at him.

"Hey, don't push it Kelly. I'm taking your advice, you don't need to act so smug about it."

(Was it as bad as I thought? Let me know, reviews are helpful. Also, some ideas or prompts would be so appreciated. I know where I want to go with this next, but I want to hear from you guys. Also, some of you have asked for a reunion story with Jack and the Newsies, and that is definitely in the works! It will be done soon!

Much love,
PrettyLittleMonster Xxx)