A/N: Hello, all! So, I started this chapter yesterday (after getting back from a froyo date with our "brothers"…each girl RA has a "brother" boy RA, and our halls are "brothers" and "sisters"…and our brothers are super sweet! Highlights include me mishearing things and thinking that my "brother" Caleb said something about "wearing Amish soup" and "Bush died on the 11"… ;), as well as Caleb, my "brother" Shelby, and my "brother" RA Tyler just being idiots while sitting next to me. ), but I didn't finish it until now. The reasoning is that I had a choir lab today at 10am, followed by Pentateuch at 11am, and then lunch, then Western Civ at 1:30pm (I actually wrote some during class), and then a brief break, then an audition for chapel band, and then 2 and ½ hours of working out, and then dinner…and then I've been typing since then. It's also taken a while because I couldn't figure out if I wanted to put in the interrogation or not. Like I said in the last chapter, I would announce in this note whether it is present or not, and I am proud to say that it is present! This chapter also is ridiculously long…but it's because it had so many parts that I had to write, and it all took a long time. The next chapter is the last outright chapter, so be prepared for that, and then the "thank you" chapter afterwards! I also have a new story in the works….something that involves physical whumping (though not of Juliet), emotional whumpage…and Jack. ;) I haven't worked it all out yet, but keep an eye out!

DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NEWSIES AND NEVER WILL I JUST GET ALL THE FEELS FROM AKB OH MY NEWSIE GOODNESS!

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Biankies: Yeah-they're going to be stuck in jail for an extremely long time. Yeah, that's how I've only seen him too…but it is a rather cute mental image. Yeah…I've had that happen, where I've done things with kids and then they leave and I'm just like, "Why did you have to leave me?" ;) College is pretty great…I just have to get a handle on the homework. Yeah, someone in our dorm has a Keurig coffee machine…I just have to get the little cups that go in the machine. I agree-you can never have too much of it…until you start having tremors in your hands like I have. Then, maybe too much… ;) Yeah, they should find their little sister…and this one should definitely be a soft landing! You're welcome, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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Enjoy "A Rich Man's Newsie" Chapter 11!

"Well-let's go find our sister." he muttered.

That same morning, Juliet had woken up. She almost immediately let out a hiss of pain as her injuries very quickly reminded her that they existed, and as she moved her head, she almost instantly felt nauseous.

Great. So on top of all of her normal injuries, she had a concussion again too. Just great.

Juliet also felt an unusual ache in her left shoulder. Forcing her eyes to open and very slowly turning her head, she gagged, and very nearly kept herself from throwing up. One of the rich boys had apparently dislocated her shoulder, and her whole left side was in agony-not only because of the dislocated shoulder, but also because of the pressure that was being exerted on it, since she was currently strung up by her arms.

"Enjoying Lucius's handiwork? He figured that since he couldn't return the favor to that rich boy newsie scum that dislocated his shoulder, he'd do it to you instead." Juliet sighed, very slowly turning her head to face the voice that lurked in the gloom. "Ya know, he coulda jus' left a callin' card or something…Lucius couldn' beat anyone if he tried."

"He beat you."

"I means in a fair fight, an' ya knows it. Davey kicked his butt las' time, an' he ran cryin' ta his momma with his tail 'tween his legs. Iffn' he hadn'a acted so high an' mighty, he might notta got his shoulder dislocated. Well, wait, no, he soaked Crutchie, so he still would." She let out a breathless chuckle. "So, wat now? Ya all gonna beat me up again? Cause I knows for certain dat I ain't nevar gonna betray my brothers…so it's kinda pointless." Anton stepped slightly out of the shadows, grinning nastily at her. "Oh, no-we figured that out very quickly last night-the boys just needed a punching bag. Now, though…we have a new torture for you."

"An' wat would dat be?"

"We're going to leave you alone."

"Um…wat? Dat makes no sense."

"You heard me. We're all going to leave and go do something fun. In the meantime, you'll still be strung up here. Once we get back, we might spend some attention or energy on you…or we'll just sit here and play cards or something. Either way-you'll be here. Alone. All day." He chuckled, waving fakely, before stepping back into the gloom. "Have fun in solitary confinement!" Juliet sighed in pain, trying to move to a point where she was putting less pressure on her left shoulder, while also not aggravating her concussion.

Today was going to be a long day.

"And what makes you think I'll tell you anything?" William sneered. Jack simply grinned at him, Race and Davey flanking him from behind. "Oh, I don' think you'll tell us anathing…I know you'll tell us. Otharwise…well, ya probably don' wanna know 'bout dat." He stepped menacingly closer to William, never raising his voice above a quiet snarl. "Ya kidnapped our sister…an' ya ain't gonna git away with dat."

"She must not be a very important sister to you, then. We took her so easily it was like stealing candy from a baby. And what is this now, the second time she's been kidnapped? Seems like you care more about your reputation than her-last time she was kidnapped under two of your very noses, and this time without all of you knowing. Seems like you don't have a very good track record-aughck!" The odd noise he uttered at the end was due to the fact that Race had tackled him onto the ground, and was currently trying to smack his head into the pavement. Neither Jack or Davey had expected or even seen Race move, so for a few seconds they were frozen in shock. "Ya don' EVAR git ta talk 'bout dat, ya hear? Don' evar talk 'bout dat. People like ya's da reason dat dis kinda stuff happens in da first place! Iffn' ya rich people weren' all monsters-'cept for Davey an' Les, a course-we's wouldn' be in dis mess! An' don' ya think for one second dat we didn' care what happened ta Juliet-a course we did! Romeo an' I still blame ourselves for wat happened evan today! So iffn' ya wanna say dat we didn' care 'bout wat happened!" Suddenly, he felt two strong grips yanking him off of William and back to his feet. He struggled for a few seconds, but the arms tightened around him, and he could hear Jack's voice in his ear. "Race-ya gotta calm down! I know dat da guy's a bastard, an' I wanna soak him too, but we cain't do it! We gotta work with da cops on dis one! Plus, he cain't tell us where she is if ya knock him out cold!" Jack kept murmuring in his ear, not loosening his grip on Race. It took a while, but Race was finally able to slow down his breathing and swallow his anger. He nodded to Jack, and his older brother slowly released him. They then turned to see that Davey was yanking William's chair back up onto its feet. The older boy now sported a very black eye and a split lip, which set Race grinning.

"You could never work with the cops-you all hate each other." William scoffed. Jack chuckled at him. "Oh really? We's bin workin' with dem for a while now-an' once we finds Juliet, ya all is gettin' arrested for many things."

"Like what?"

"Oh, like harassment, aggravated assault, breaking and entering…and kidnapping." Davey murmured seriously. Then, he also grinned. "Oh, and Judge Bolger talked with the parents of you and your friends…and none of them are going to bail you out. You're all going to jail for a long time."

"And you expect me to believe you, you inbred newsie hack?" Now it was Davey's turn to rush at William, but Race grabbed him before he could get too far. He then attempted to calm the younger boy down as Jack stepped closer to the rich boy. "Your friends is leavin' ya all alone, boy. You ain't gonna be gettin' outta here any time soon, or outta jail. Why don' ya jus' give up an' tell us were she is?" The four inhabitants of the room stayed silent for a while, before William sighed. "She's at that old library downtown. In the basement."

Jack nodded. "Thank ya, for ya cooperation." With that, he spun around and headed for the door, waiting for Race and Davey to leave before he exited the room. Once they were out, the three turned to each other. "Now we know where she is-we just have to go get her." Davey murmured. "And bring in the cops."

"When is we gonna do it? Cause it doesn' seem like any a da rich boys is anawhere 'round here." Race responded. Jack sighed, contemplating for a moment all of the variables. Then, he replied, "Here's wat we's gonna do. We's gonna wait outside 'till dey come back. It's already five o' clock anaways…dey should be back soon. We'll send a couple guys out ta go git da cops, an' den somehow we's gonna git den to come outside while da rest a us go in an' git Juliet out. Undastand?" The two boys nodded.

"Let's go tell da boys-tonight's da night."

Later that night, the newsies were ready. Sniper and Snitch were hiding behind a tree, waiting for the signal. Once Jack whistled to them, they would take off for the police station and get the two cops that had helped them before, along with some others, and bring them back to the library in order to arrest The League members. The rest of the newsies were split up into two groups-one outside with Race, who would draw the rich boys out of the library, while the other group was going to follow Jack into the building and rescue Juliet. Crutchie, Romeo, and Specs had tried to get Jack to allow them to come along, but he simply looked at them like, "Are you kidding me?", and refused to let them come. "Ya all are still recoverin'-an' none a ya is supposed ta be gittin' outta bed yet! Jus' wait here for when we gits back, alright?" His reasoning swayed Crutchie and Specs, but Romeo looked like he still wanted to protest. Jack sighed, and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Don' worry, kid-we's gonna git 'er back. I promise ya." Finally, Romeo nodded. The three injured newsies were planning to stay up and wait for their brothers to get home. However, Jack wanted them to get some sleep, since for all he knew they could be out until the next morning. Therefore, he slipped one of the sleeping pills into each of their glasses of water and made them drink it before he left. Suprisingly, none of the three suspected what Jack had done, and they all peacefully drifted off. All everyone was waiting for was the rich boys to arrive at the library.

It was about eight o' clock when the boys finally showed up. They had gone out to a festival that day, and appeared to have had a great time. Jack sighed in disgust at the raucous way they were carrying on. "Like vultures, da lot a dem." he murmured to Davey, who hummed in agreement. Once they were far enough towards the library, Jack let out a light-but piercing-whistle. To the rich boys, it just sounded like a bird in the trees, but Sniper and Snitch recognized it and immediately took off running. Jack then looked over at Race and nodded, his lieutenant nodding back. Jack started to move over towards the side entrance they had discovered earlier in the evening while Race and his group slowly crept forwards. Then, as Jack quietly slid the door open, Race picked up a rock and threw it through the giant window in the front of the library. "'Ey, rich boys-we wants ta talk ta ya!" he yelled into the broken window. From inside, he heard a snarl, and then nine League members (all except for Conrad and Delon) emerged from the library.

"Nine down…two ta go."

As Race and his crew were verbally sparing with the nine rich boys, Jack was taking his group through the library as quietly as they could, trying not to attract any attention. It took them a while to find the right steps, but once they located them, they quickly ran down them and found the door to the basement. They were about to push through the doors, but Davey suddenly threw up his hand. "Wait-what if there's a rich boy or two in there? We should at least know how many and where they are before we go in, so we can know how to punch them better." Jack nodded-his brother's plan made sense. Davey then leaned over and peeked in through a small window off to the side of the door. After a few seconds, he responded, "All right, I can only see Delon and Conrad, and….oh my God….Jack, you're not going to like this." Jack immediately sped over as fast as he could and looked through the window, cursing very, very, very audibly under his breath when he saw Juliet.

"We ain't waitin' any longer-dere's only two a dem. Let's jus' git in dere an' git our sister out." Jack declared, striding towards the doors. He then proceeded to throw them open with a loud CRASH! Both Delon and Conrad looked up at their entrance-but by then it was far too late. Jack and Davey (along with their four brothers) made short work of the rich boys, soaking them in two minutes flat. Finch and Elmer then tied the boys' hands and legs together, and then tied them back-to-back, so they couldn't escape, even if they tried. Then, Jack, Davey, Finch, Elmer, Mike, and Ike turned their attention to Juliet. She was in pretty bad shape, having similar injuries to what she had earlier born from her time in the Refuge…in addition to a severely dislocated shoulder. Jack whistled lowly, and then stepped back in surprise, as the noise seemed to startle Juliet awake, and she hesitantly stepped back, before hissing in pain as her injuries made themselves known. Before anyone else even moved, Jack was already stepping up to gently steady her. "Easy, Juliet." he murmured. "It' jus' your brothers…an' we's a bit worried for ya. Can ya open your eyes for us?" It took a little while-and clearly a bit of effort-but Juliet finally forced her eyes open. She blinked them for a few seconds, trying to focus, before finally turning her head to face her brothers. "Hey, dere, little one. How ya feelin'?" Juliet rolled her eyes. "Why…does evaryone…ask dat question? Dat an' 'Are you all right?' An' dey only ask it when dey can see ya's not alright or not feelin' good…" She cut off, realizing that she was rambling. Her brothers just grinned at her. "Maybe it's cause we know ya ain't." Finch responded. Juliet looked confusedly at him. "Ya know…dat made no sense, Finch."

"Wen dose Finch evar make sense?" Elmer smiled. Finch smacked his shoulder, and Elmer shoved him back. Without even looking behind him, Jack muttered, "Enough, ya two." The boys slowly stopped fighting. The newsie leader was looking around for something sharp to cut the ropes, but stopped as Juliet whispered his name. "Yeah, little sis? Wat's up?"

"Is ya…is ya still mad at me? 'Bout runnin' off?" Jack sighed, before shaking his head slowly. "No, I ain't mad. I's frustrated an' confused 'bout it, sure…but I ain't mad. I's jus' glad you's safe." His younger sister still looked nervous and scared, so he gently rested his palm against her cheek, smiling as she leaned into the touch. "You's gonna be alright, Juliet-I promise ya." Jack murmured softly. Juliet nodded, seeming to pull strength from Jack's gentle voice and the warmth of his hand. By this point, Mike and Ike had both remembered that they had swiped a pair of switchblades the day before from some richer boys (richer than them, not as rich as The League), and had passed them both up to Davey. Davey caught Jack's eye from over top of Juliet's head. They were ready to cut her down…and it was going to hurt…especially since she had a dislocated shoulder. Jack nodded back. "Juliet…we's gonna git ya down now…an' I cain't lie ta ya…it's gonna hurt. I want ya ta keep your eyes on me-don' look at anything else. Just me. Ya hear me?" His younger sister trembled under his hand, but nodded. "Alright den. Davey's gonna relocate your shoulder, and den we's gonna cut ya down. Jus' keep lookin' at me." Juliet nodded-and then cried out in pain as Davey firmly shoved her shoulder back into its slot. Through it all, though, she kept looking at Jack. Her brothers waited for the pain from the relocation to fade before slowly cutting her wrist bonds. As each arm came free, two newsies grabbed them and eased them down, keeping them from flying down and smacking Jack or Juliet in the face or the shoulder. Once that was done, they slowly eased Juliet down until she was lying cradled in Jack's grasp. As he started moving, the nausea kicked in again, and she buried her face in his chest, trying to breathe through the pain. She felt someone place their hand on her head and rub it gently. "Don't worry, Juliet. Just trust us. We've got you-and we aren't going to let you down." Juliet nodded slightly at Davey's touch, and relaxed a bit more. The other four newsies had grabbed Delon and Conrad and dragged them along, taking every opportunity to yank their ropes and cause them to stumble. Before they got up the steps, Les and Snitch came running down. "Jack, the police are here…oh no…" Jack nodded thankfully to the two youngest brothers, and they all ran up the stairs together. They kicked open the door to find the police outside surrounding the nine League members. Everyone turned around at the door slam-the rich boys groaning in annoyance, and the newsies letting out muted cheers and gasps of horror at Juliet's appearance.

"All right, boys-we've seen enough. You're all under arrest for harassment, aggravated assault, breaking and entering, and kidnapping. These officers will all escort you to the police station for detainment, and if you try to run away, you will be chased down and tackled. Now get going!" The League members tried to fight, but the police officers just glared at them until they started dragging their feet off towards the station. Jack cleared his throat, and the two lead officers stopped, turning back to face him. "Thank ya for all ya's done. We could nevar have done dis without ya."

The officers grinned at him. "It's been an honor to help, Jack Kelly. If you're ever in trouble again, feel free to ask for Officers Calhoun and Gattelli." Jack nodded, and the two officers clapped him on the shoulder before walking off. Once they were gone, Jack turned to his brothers. "Let's git Juliet home."

Once they got home, the newsies made a beeline for the Soaking Room. The doctor had already been called, and he was waiting for them along with Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo, who were now all awake and glaring at them. They stopped glaring, however, when they saw Juliet. "Why is it always her?" Romeo murmured under his breath, looking concernedly at his sister-and tearing up a bit. Jack smiled gently at him, laying Juliet down in the bed next to him. "Don' worry, kid-she'll be alright. Won' she, doc?" The doctor nodded, already starting to look Juliet over gently. "Yes-she's basically got the same injuries as she did from the Refuge, but to a much more minor degree. She should be all right, so long as you keep an eye on that shoulder and her concussion." The others nodded. The doctor finished taking care of her injuries, before turning around to leave, slipping something into Jack's hand as he did so. "Since she has a concussion, it's probably not a good idea to give her the normal painkiller, as there's a chance it could worsen the nausea. Have her take this instead-and make sure she takes it. The concussion won't go away for a while, and she's probably still sore in her shoulder."

Jack nodded. "Don' worry, Dr. Menken-we'll make sure she takes it." The doctor smiled at him, and clapped him on the back as he left the room. Jack then turned to the others and sighed. "Alright now-I knows ya all wanna talk ta Juliet, but it's late, an' we gotta let 'er an' da othars git some rest. We's all gonna see her tomorrow." The younger newsies immediately protested, but Jack held firm, and they slowly began to trickle out of the room and back to their dormitory.

Finally, the only people left in the room were the four injured newsies, Davey, Race, and Jack. Juliet looked at the ground, trying to avoid having the conversation she knew she was going to end up having, and praying that not meeting her brothers' gazes would prevent it. Unfortunately, she was not that lucky. She could hear someone dragging a couple of chairs over towards her bed, and she also felt her bed dip to the left as someone sat down. A sigh came from up above her, and then a hand rested on the back of her neck. "Juliet?" came after a while. "Can ya talk 'bout dis with us?" She quickly shook her head, still looking away, and the hand on her neck squeezed gently. "Will you at least look at us?" Juliet shook her head, tearing up a bit. The hand on her neck tightened again. "Juliet…We ain't gonna git mad at ya or anathing…we jus' wanna talk ta ya." Their younger sister shook her head for the third time, but Jack wasn't having any of it this time. The gentle grip on her neck became firm, and it kindly-but swiftly-guided Juliet's face towards her brothers, and her eyes to meet theirs. When she tried to move away, Jack just held her there. "We jus' wanna know…why did ya go meet da rich boys? Ya knew dey wouldn' back off…why did ya go?" For a while, they didn't think they would get an answer. Then, Juliet shrugged, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. "Ya know, I think I actually thought dat dey would…dat cause I had some connection with Anton, dat I would be able ta talk ta him, an' get him ta see sense…an' look at how well dat turned out. I jus'…I jus' couldn' sit by an' do nothin' iffn' dere was a chance dat I could do something ta git da bastards dat went after da three of dem."

"Why didn' ya tell us were ya was goin'?" Race queried. Juliet quietly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Right, like I could tell ya all dat I was plannin' ta go try an' talk some sense inta some idiot rich boys who jus' beat up three of my best friends. Yeah, dat'd go over real well." She sighed, moving around a bit in order to rest her shoulder a bit better. "I guess…I guess I jus' didn' want ta be a burden like last time. Last time I got caught way back in da beginning, an' everything wat happened was cause I couldn' take care a myself. Now I can do it better, an' I thought…dis time I could help ya all an' take care a some a ya, instead a y'all have ta take care of me again." She sighed. "An' lookit how dat turned out." Jack chuckled lightly, leaning her over slightly so that she could prop her shoulder against his chest. "Ya did well, kid," Race murmured, "Anton was tellin' us all 'bout how ya wouldn' stop snarkin' with 'em…an' how ya kicked 'em in a…certain place." Juliet chuckled at that, nodding.

"I didn' want wat happened last time ta happen again, ya know?" She gently leaned back against Jack. "I undastand iffn' y'all's mad at me for not tellin' ya were I was goin' and tryin' ta take dem on by myself, and if ya cain't trust me anymore, I undastand, I jus'….I jus' love ya all too much ta sit dere an' not do something." She sighed, fully preparing to shift off of Jack's chest and back down to the bed, but Jack's arm quickly snaked around her waist, stopping her from moving. "Ya ain't goin' anywhere." he muttered in her ear. The steel in his voice startled her, but as he talked, she could tell that it wasn't frozen metal, but warm steel. "Now, I git why ya had ta do wat ya did. Heck, I woulda done it iffn' I was in your place. I also know ya know why it wasn't a good idea, an' how Race, Davey, an' I ain't happy 'bout it." Juliet nodded, looking away. Jack rubbed the hand around her waist to get her to look at them again. "We ain't mad at ya, Juliet. We's disappointed, sure, an' sad dat ya didn' think ya could trust us…but we's just glad dat you's alright. We's gonna git through dis, one day at a time-ya hear?" Juliet smiled thinly at them. Race and Davey squeezed her shoulder and ankle, slowly getting to their feet and patting Jack on the back. He got the message loud and clear-they would go check on the other newsies and make sure that they were sleeping (and not waiting outside the door trying to eavesdrop). They would give Jack a moment alone with Juliet-after they got Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo to go to sleep. Jack watched as they exited the room, his overprotective nature still present. After they left, Jack turned back to Juliet. His sister was heavily listing to the side now, her head resting against his shoulder. He smiled, rubbing her shoulder. "Jus' relax, Juliet. Ya know ya wanta sleep…jus' go ta sleep." Juliet shook her head, trying to stave off the inevitable. "I's not tired, Jack. I's not tired." She could feel her brother's laugh rumble through his chest. "Ya ain't tired, huh?" he grinned. "Well, den…why don' ya jus' relax an' close ya eyes for a bit. Jus' close ya eyes…ya don' have ta go ta sleep…jus' close ya eyes an' relax." Jack kept his voice low, soothing, gentle, and quiet, as well as a gentle pressure against her arm. The combination had his sister's eyes fluttering closed in a few seconds, and then her breathing evening out. Before she fell asleep, Jack got her to drink the water with the sleeping potion in it, which brought her much closer to sleep. Right before she drifted off, she felt Jack gently kiss her temple. "Sleep well, little sister. Your brothers' have ya, an' we ain't lettin' go a ya for anabody.

Jus' sleep."

A/N 2: So…I did not expect this chapter to be this long…it just kind of exploded into a mess…but I got it out! Success! Haha…anyways, the next chapter will be out sometime in the next week or so, and then the "thank you" chapter will be out soon after that. Then, I'll probably hunker down and do a bunch of studying, as well as plan out my next multi-chapter, which will involve Jack running into some old friends of his (which will be OCs) and having some issues. Not spoiling any more for you…it'll give you something to look forwards to! Chapter 12'll be out soon, so look for that in the coming days!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll see you all soon!

God bless,

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