A/N: Hello, all! This is the final "real chapter" of this story…wow….how did it come to this? I seem to write these things really quickly! I'm hoping to get out a new story within the next month or so…while I work on MALA…. (cause that story is a huge beast….and I need to get it done…) but I have an idea of what I want to have happen in it… I'll give you a hint-whumping, old friends, and Jack. What do all of these things have in common? You'll see soon! Haha…anyways, there isn't much going on in my life at the moment…I'm just getting used to college life….and not being able to walk everywhere by myself because the area around my college is super sketch…and I can't drive…and my parents don't want me to walk around by myself. Ugh. I've literally been looking for someone to go to Walgreens with me for 6 hours….and now I have to get someone from another college to go with me…. Anyways, I'm writing this chapter to make myself feel better…and to complete this story for you all. Thanks so much for following this story, and to all my "Core Three" for reviewing every chapter!

DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NEWSIES AND NEVER WILL I JUST LOVE MY NEWSIE BOYS AND GIRLS SO MUCH THAT I CAN'T STOP WRITING ABOUT THEM!

Responses to reviews:

Biankies: Yeah, I loved that part too…I just kinda let Race go, and that's what he decided to do…I would have done it, if I could actually tackle a guy…I could sit on him like a pro, but I can't tackle him all that well…and yeah, Judge Bolger is going to put them away for a long time. Yeah, I assure you, she isn't going to get hurt. The working title at the end might give you an idea of who it is…but we'll see. Yeah, my time management is all screwy at the moment…but it's getting better. I'm starting work on Saturday, though, so my brain will be fried by Sunday. At least I'm going to get to go to my house and sleep on Saturday night. Yeah, actually studying in class would probably be a good thing… ;) Yep, I've started using the Keurig, and it's been super helpful. I've only been on a real sugar high once, and according to my friend, it's a terrifying thing. Haha…hopefully you don't need to use any of them…and hopefully this landing was super soft!

FansieFace: Yay! Go Hulu! Thanks! I was hoping you would-you and S. Castro usually pick up on those really quickly. Haha, now you saying that has got me picturing that…and it oddly suits him… Sweet-I can't wait to hear what shape Hulu has! Pretty much it's just been a giant green blob in my brain whenever I think of it…why green I have no idea. Yeah, college is super fun. I agree, AKB is my baby as well, but…ohmigosh he can't be thirty! I mean, I looked it up and I know that he is, but….GAH ANDREW WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO KIND-OF OLD!? He is super adorable too…and yeah, he is Crutchie. There's no doubt in my brain-he is Crutchie. I think I read something about that…..and omigosh yes I loved his Letter From the Refuge…oi, stupid people-get with the fandom already! I haven't watched the reunion yet, but I probably should (so I can go bawl my eyes out some more…) Yeah, it's super depressing that this story is ending, but I can't wait to start the next one!

: That's good that you're alive! I'm glad! Yeah, those were the references… I thought of them, and was just like, "I can't not put them in." Yep, The League isn't coming back anytime soon. I agree-the family connection is super cute and fun to write…and I also loved that scene between Jack and Juliet! There's another sweet one between Romeo and Juliet in this chapter I think you'll enjoy!

Please enjoy "A Rich Man's Newsie" Chapter 12!

"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 while later, Juliet slowly started to wake up. She didn't open her eyes for a bit, but simply lay in the bed, relaxing in the warmth of her bed-as well as trying to breathe through her pain. She snuggled slightly into the warmth to her right…and then froze. The warmth to her right wasn't her blankets. It was someone's body. She quickly flashed her eyes up to see which of her brothers it was, and then looked back down, trying to pretend that she was still asleep. She didn't fool her brother, though, judging by the laugh that rumbled through his chest. "Come on, little sister. I can tell ya's not asleep." Her older brother gently ran a hand through her hair, and she curled up a little more into his warmth.

"How're ya feelin', little sister?"

"…I's bin better." she murmured quietly. Her brother chuckled again, laughing a little louder when she poked him in the side. "My head hurts and everything overall hurts, but I's doin' alright." She looked up at her older brother sleepily. "How is ya doin'-I's probably messin' up ya injuries-"

"Juliet-it's alright. Specs an' Crutchie an' I are doin' a lot better, an' now we's all focused on ya." Juliet looked down embarrassedly, but her brother moved his hand to cup her cheek, and turned her face to face his, love and gentleness showing in his brown eyes. "Jack's still mad at me, ain't he?" she queried. Romeo grinned at her, and shook his head (biting his lip a bit to keep a wince from spreading across his face or a groan of pain to escape as he did so, since his nausea and headaches suddenly reminded him that they existed). "Nah…he ain't mad. He's concerned 'bout ya, like we all is. He's a bit frustrated, sure, but he ain't mad." He rubbed his sister's shoulder as she slowly breathed out in relief. She had her arm draped across Romeo's chest, and slowly noticed the dark grooves marring her wrists, even showing under the bandages that were tightly wrapped around it. She let out a soft mewl of horror, and Romeo swiftly turned her face back to his. "Jus' some rope burns from when dose bastards strung ya up. Nothin' ta worry 'bout." He held his sister's eyes until she nodded. Then, he softly grinned. "Speakin' a dose rope burns…" he started, reaching up above him to where a glass of water was sitting on a nearby table, "Jack said he wanted me ta have ya drink dis when ya woke up, in case he wasn't here ta do it himself." Juliet rolled her eyes, chuckling at her older brother's overprotectiveness-but she still allowed Romeo to help her drink it. Up above her, Romeo softly smirked, knowing exactly what Jack had put in the water. He could tell when it started to take affect when his sister snuggled up to his side even more, slowly letting out a deep breath.

"Jack put dat sleepin' thing in dere, didn't he?" she queried quietly. Romeo chuckled lightly. "Yeah, he did. It's jus' wat he does, ya know?" He could tell that as soon as his sister heard what he said, she decided to fight it, judging by the fact that she was trying to keep her eyes from closing, and the fact that she was trying to sit up in the bed. Romeo may have been weaker than he normally was, but he was still able to hold his sister down. "Easy, Juliet." he murmured. "Jack's jus' tryin' ta help ya feel better-an' ya cain't do dat without gettin' some sleep."

"I jus' woke up!"

"I know-but I could tell ya was tryin' ta go back ta sleep da moment ya woke up." He smiled down at his sister. "Don' fight it, Juliet. Jus' relax an' go back ta sleep-Crutchie, Specs, an' I is gonna be here when ya wakes up." He leaned down and kissed his sister on the forehead, chuckling as he saw her smile. He kept rubbing her shoulder gently and watched as Juliet finally stopped fighting the sleeping potion and quickly drifted off to sleep. Romeo grinned over at Crutchie and Specs, who had watched the interaction between the two with knowing smirks on their faces.

"Is she out?" Crutchie asked.

"Yeah-an' Jack said dat potion'll knock her out for a while. She ain't strong enough yet when she's awake ta do nothin', so…"

"An' wen she is, ya know she's gonna be mad at Jack for makin' us drug 'er."

"Yeah, I know, but we cain't do much about it-it's Jack's orders, ya know, an' it's good for her…even though she don' get it yet." The boys nodded, and then continued to talk quietly while keeping an eye on their younger sister.

They weren't going to let her out of their sight.

Not for a long time.

"What do you mean, you won't help us?" Oscar cried in confusion. The rich boys had been arrested and thrown in the police station's holding cells until Judge Bolger had an open spot in his schedule for the trial. Their parents had all been alerted to the fact that the boys had been arrested, and had come down to the station to talk to them. "Just what we said-we will not bail you out of your own problems. You twelve were the ones who made the decision to go on this violent rampage, and now you are the ones who must pay the consequences. If we gloss over it, like we have done in the past, you will never learn to take responsibility for your own actions."

"But we are your sons! We are the cream of the crop of the richest families in the city-"

"But nothing! You not only broke a number of laws set both by the city of New York and by the federal government, but also set out to exterminate a whole group of people! You beat four of them to a pulp, and threatened all of them with death! How did you think we would ever approve of this?"

"Why do you even care? It's not like you even care what happens to the newsie vermin!"

"We care that you tried to kill all of these young men and women, and that you broke a number of laws to do it! We cannot bail you out when you committed such gross transgressions!" Anton's father shook his head. "We will leave you to whatever fate the judge decides for you." The League members looked at them in shock, but the parents held firm. They glared in sadness at their sons, before walking out of the room and out of the police station. On the other side of the room, Davey-who was hiding in the shadows of the room-let out a low breath. "Jack's going to love this." he murmured quietly. He continued to watch The League members argue with each other for a while, before slowly slinking out of the station. On his way out, he ran into Katherine, who had been about to enter the station. "Oh, sorry, Katherine." he grinned. Katherine caught his smile and smiled back. "I assume by the fact that you can't stop smiling that something adequately bad happened to The League of Idiots?" They started walking down the streets towards the Lodging House, Davey kindly offering his arm to Katherine, who-of course-could not refuse. The boys were super protective of their sisters, after all. "Yes-they've all been arrested for harassment, aggravated assault, breaking and entering, and kidnapping. They'll be locked up in jail for a long time, and won't come after you or Juliet ever again. Or any of the rest of us." Katherine sighed in relief. She had only interacted with Anton and The League for a short time, but they had sufficiently creeped her out, and she was glad that they would be locked up. Davey caught her sigh and grinned back at her. "I was just heading back to let Jack know the good news, since it's a day off for us and we're all back at the Lodging House…and I assume that's where you're going?" Katherine nodded, rolling her eyes at her older brother. "Would I be going anywhere else?" she smiled. "I haven't spent enough time with my brothers and sister lately, and I fully intend to remedy that." Davey beamed at her, and then opened the door as they arrived at the Lodging House. They entered to see all of the newsies spread out around the Living Room, and the four injured newsies' beds moved to be in the front and center. They were currently laughing their heads off at whatever story Crutchie was telling. "So den, iffn' ya can believe it, da idiot goes ta punch da stupid idiot, but he ends up missin' da punch an' smackin' himself in da face!" The rest of the newsies roared in laughter, while Jack gently cuffed his best friend on the back of the head. "Wat was I supposed ta do-let 'em hit ya?"

"Naw, course not-but ya's not supposed ta hit youself either!" Crutchie teased back. Jack rolled his eyes, chuckling-and suddenly noticed Davey standing there. The two locked eyes, and Davey could see the desperate question burning inside his friend: Did we get the rich boys? Davey grinned widely at him, and nodded vigorously. Jack sighed in relief. Finally his family would get the closure they deserved…and hopefully no one would try to mess with them again. He cleared his throat, and all of the newsies stopped their side conversations to listen to him. "'Ey, boys-listen up! Davey jus' came from da courthouse, an' apparently da rich boys is getting' trapped in dere-right?" Davey nodded, but then held up a hand to stop the other newsies from blurting out questions. "Yes, their parents did refuse to post bail-which means that they won't pay to free their sons from the police station, but some of us do have to go into court tomorrow and briefly testify about what happened. Judge Bolger suggested that it would be easier to convict The League if we brought one or two of our brothers who got soaked."

"And I'm testifying too." Katherine added. "They did break into my house, after all." The boys grinned at the two of them, letting out raucous cheers of joy. Jack rolled his eyes at the outbursts, but couldn't stop himself from grinning. Even the four injured newsies were getting in on the celebration-although Race did have to put a gentle hand on Crutchie's shoulder to keep him from getting out of bed. Crutchie rolled his eyes and huffed slightly, but he allowed Race to lower him back to the bed. After the boys had finally cheered themselves hoarse, Jack raised a hand. "Alright-here's wat we's gonna do. I's gonna go in da court tomorrow, an' I's gonna take a few a ya with me. I's takin' Crutchie an' Specs with me, since dey's two a da ones who got soaked. I's also gonna take Finch an' Elmer with me, since dey saw the paper dat Katherine an' Juliet had. Davey's comin', a course, since he's, ya know, Davey. Da rest a ya is gonna sell as usual, an' Race'll be in charge." He looked each newsie (and Katherine) in the eye, before muttering, "We're going to get these bastards-once and for all." Again, raucous cheers broke out. Jack rolled his eyes at his siblings' antics, but couldn't stop smiling.

Finally, it was their day.

The next day was a triumphant one for the newsies. The trial began at 10 in the morning, and within an hour they were done. Thanks to the insurmountable amount of evidence against them, each member of The League was convicted of harassment, breaking and entering, aggravated assault, and kidnapping. They were each awarded forty-six years in prison, and were immediately hauled off to jail. The newsies did actually sell that day, but the rest of it was spent celebrating with their siblings. They had finally triumphed over The League, and were victorious again. The rest of New York City seemed to be celebrating with them as well-the Manhattan newsies even received a surprise visit from Smalls, who carried greetings and congratulations from the other boroughs. By the time Jack finally made his brothers and sister go to sleep, it was rather late. He was staying up with the injured newsies, since it would feel wrong to spend a night in celebration on the roof by himself, without Crutchie with him. His younger brothers and sister had fallen asleep already, and it was now Jack and Crutchie sitting up talking.

"I's glad we's finally done with dem stupid League guys." Crutchie murmured. Jack nodded back. "Yeah…I's jus' sorry ya got soaked in da first place."

"'Ey, it's wat ya woulda done ta protect Romeo an' Juliet, da idiots." Crutchie said fondly, looking over at the two. Jack followed his gaze, smiling at his sleeping siblings. His smile dropped a little as he noticed Juliet starting to roll around in her sleep and let out little mewling noises of fear and pain. He moved quickly, sitting on the side of her bed and running his hand over her hair, which he knew would help. "It's alright, Juliet. You's safe, an' so is all a us." A few seconds later she quieted down, and Jack moved back to sit with Crutchie. They sat in silence for a little while, before Jack sighed. "I'm jus' glad dis is all ovar, Crutch."

"It's all over."

A/N 2: Well….this is it! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed this story! (*pulls out tissue box, starts crying because the story is over*) I'm sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter…I started it, and then had no motivation to keep working on it (I don't know why…)…and then college started-which has been great, but I'm super fantastically busy now, and will be even busier soon-and so I've resorted to writing this chapter during my classes to get this done. Hopefully you like it, and it makes up for the like 3 weeks of torment you guys had waiting for this chapter! (Wow…three weeks from tomorrow…) I also realized-after rereading the last chapter-that I called Anton's parents the "Mercers"…that's the last name of the guy from Power Rangers the guy is named after…and I didn't change it. Whoops! Also, I wanted to say that the years in prison the League members get was determined by what it is right now-1 year for breaking and entering, 1 year for harassment, 20 years for aggravated assault, and 20 years for kidnapping. I actually did research on this. I'm not sure if it was the same or not during the 1900's, but… ;)

Anyways, I'm so thankful for everyone who came on board for this story! To all of my new readers, welcome-I hope you liked this story, and I hope you check out the rest of the stories in my Newsies quartet! For my "Core Three"-thanks so much for reading all of my stories currently out, and I hope you all enjoyed this one…and that you don't try to kidnap Juliet (biankies, looking at you here)…she's not going to get whumped in my next story…scout's honor! It's someone else, but it sure as heck ain't her.

It's been a blessing to write for you all, and I'll see you (sometime) soon!

God bless,

1monster2

P.S: I've got the name for my next multi-chapter, but I haven't planned it out yet. The working title so far is "When Jack Cried". Sounds depressing, I know, but I could change it whenever.