As the Manhattan newsies exited the Lodging house, they were flipping, jumping, running and laughing as they made their way down to 'The World's Distribution Center' run by Mr. Wiesel or as the newsies prefer to call him, Mr. Weasel. As they newsies approached the gates, a stench of scabber a wafted their nostril as the Delancey Brothers approached from the other side of the gate.

"Step aside! Make way!" They called out as Oscar pulled out a large key, placing it in the lock on the gate and let the street rats in.

"Dear Me! What is that unpleasant aroma? I feah the sewer may have backed up during the night!" Racetrack Higgins, a wise ass newsies remarked, waving his hat in front of him.

"Na! Too rotten to be the sewer!" Boots, a small black newsie called out, aiding Racetrack in his harassment.

"It must be..." Racetrack started. "The Delancey Brudders!" The rest of the newsies joined in.

"Hey Oscar! Woird on the street is youse and ya brudders took money ta beat up strikin' trolley workers!" A newsie addressed Oscar, whose face turned smug with delight. Hearing things that made Oscar seemed tougher was music to his ears.

"Ya so? It's honest woirk!" Oscar exclaimed, pretending to act superior to the street rats before them.

"A crack in da head ain't work!" Another newsie called out at Oscar. His face dropped slightly but came back up with another smug look.

"Well I take care of the guy who takes care of me." Oscar pronounced loudly and proudly. Racetracks scoffed at him. He moved closer on Oscar, rocking on the heel of his shoes.

"Ain'tcha fadder one of dem strikers?" Racetrack asked triumphantly. Oscar's face dropped to a angered state and moved in one Racetrack, his eyes showing he never backed down from a fight with them.

"Well I guess he didn't take of me." Oscar seethed. Morris turned Crutchy around by the shoulder, cornering him.

"Ya want some of that too? Ya lousy crip!" With that remark, he shoved Crutchy to the ground, taking his crutch. Jack, seething at this point, rushed over and ripped the crutch from Morris's hand, clenching it tight. Some of the other newsies had helped Crutchy up.

"Hey! Now that's not nice Morris! Find dat one day, youse might find ya self with a bum gam of ya own. How'd ya like us pickin on youse? Hey maybe we should find out!" Jack pulled back the crutch and in one swift motion, jab Morris hard behind the shin, causing him to fall to the cobblestone. Oscar charged at him, trying to show the street rat his place in the dingy cruel world but Jack merely shoved him to the ground as well.

"Wait till I get my hands on youse!" Oscar threatened.

"Y'all have to catch me first!" And with that Jack sprinted away and soon, the Delancey were right behind him.


As young David made his way down to Newsie square, with Les in tow, a sound of hollering and laughing filled his ears. No later did he see a young man with a red bandana and a cowboy hat came running around the bend, a smile plastered on his face. A second later the boy collided with David making them stagger. David furrowed his eyebrows at him.

"What do you think your doing?" He asked plainly. The boy looked behind him, seeing how his friends created a barrier so Jack could get a head start.

"Running." He pushed between him and ran. Les watched with wide eyes as the two other boys pushed David as if he were air to catch up with the red bandana boy. As the newsies passed by, a young newsie looked at Les and waved to him, beckoning him to follow. Les didn't think twice before running off after him, ignoring David's cries for him to stop.


As Heart stepped out of the washroom, Spot couldn't help but stare at her, his mouth agape. Although to many, her outfit wasn't stunning, but it made Spot smile when he saw her. She wore a rosy red skirt with a nice white blouse. Her blue black raven hair was pulled back with a blood red ribbon. Her cheery pink lips were lush against her pale skin and her silver heart locket with a red orb inside twinkled in the sun. Spot couldn't help but smile at his girl.

"Ready?" She asked, making her way towards him to fix the collar on his shirt. He smiled and too one of her hands and kissed her finger pads. She pulled it away.

"Spot." She mockingly teased. He made a face at her and pulled her close.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Spot questioned her, looking into her big blue eyes. She smiled.

"Not today." She teased again and he chuckled and kissed her. He kissed her nice and long, his tongue battling hers for dominates. A coughing at the door made them jump. Harvard, Spot's second in command shifted uncomfortably in his spot, his cheeks flushed from the act he just witnessed.

"Jesus Harvard! Evah heard of knocking!" Spot growled. Harvard just shifted in his spot, knowing fully well Spot hates to be disturbed when he's with Hearts.

"Uh, sorry. Just that Sweeney wanted me to come tell you to come down." Spot grumbled incoherently, something about people giving him privacy. Heart smacked his chest playfully, showing him that she heard his comment and exited the room, giving a small smile. Harvard tipped his black cabby hat and gave a small, gentlemen like smile as he his the red blush rising on his cheeks. As Heart exited the hallway and made it down the stairs, Spot had joined Harvard in the doorway and watched as she moved down. Spot glared at Harvard, who dropped the admiring gaze and tried to say something. Spot gave him a playful shove as the two made their way down the stairs.


As David caught up with Les, he tried to reach out and grab his collar but failed as Les gave a boost and wormed his way into the crowd of newsie, who were watching as Cowboy climbed the gate of the Center and laughed down at the Delancey. As Les admired in awe, the newsies began to pile into the Distribution Center and David was able to pull Les near him, giving him a discontent stare. Les just smiled innocently, telling David he just was curious before leading his older brother to the center.


The newsies broke out into cheers as the distribution bell began to ring. The gates opened, Jack still holding on; He grabbed a nearby rope and swung down to the ground. The newsies lined up for their papers, Jack at the front, congratulating him on his win against the Delancey's. The brothers stalked past Jack with furious glares on their faces.

"See you tomorrow, Cowboy," Morris sneered. His left cheek had already begun to swell up.

"You're as good as dead, Cowboy," Oscar threatened. Jack let out an amused chuckle while keeping his face in an uninterested expression. He walked over to the distribution desk and rapped on the wood.

"Oh, Mistah Weasel," He sang, a joking smile hung on his lips. Behind the metal bars, the wooden curtain was pulled up and away, revealing a middle aged man with a dirty face. His expression was stuck in a disgusted sneer.

"Alright, alright. Hold your horses! I'm comin', I'm comin'," he muttered.

"So, didja miss me, Weasel? Huh? Didja miss me," Jack asked, his voice dripping with fake sincerity. The newsies behind him snickered

"I told ya a million times. The name's Wisel. Mistah Wisel, to you. How many?" Weasel's exasperated voice asked. Jack had taken a paper, turned his back to him, and leaned against the metal bars. He unfolded the paper and scanned the pages.

"Don' rush me, I'm perusin' tha merchandise, Mistah Weasel," Jack retorted before slapping down a quarter, looking Weasle dead in the eye.

"The usual," he stated in a strong voice; he was a leader after all.

"Hundred papes for the wise ass," Weasel told Morris. "Next!" Jack grabbed his papers and turned away. Racetrack took her spot. He smiled at Weasel.

"Mornin', your Honor," he greeted. He put his cigar to his lips and struck a match on a metal bar. "Listen, do me a favor, spot me fifty papes?" He lit his cigar and took a few puffs. "I gotta hot tip in the fourth, won' waste ya money."

"It's a sure thing?" Weasel asked him, a look of interest crossing his face.

"Yeah," Race replied. "Not like last time." Weasel didn't look the least bit reassured, but shrugged it off.

"Fifty papes," he told Morris. "Next!" After Race turned away, Crutchie hobbled up to the front.

"Heya, Mistah Wisel," he started, but whatever else he said was forgotten.

"Anythin' good this mornin'?" He asked Jack, though Jack had ignored his comment and stared at Les, who was staring with wide eyes of admiration.

"Thirty papes for Crutchie. Next!"

"Well, ya wanna sit down?" He asked Les, who sat down next to him and attempted to read the paper.

"Twenty papes, please,"David asked, his voice cheery and aristocratic. "Thanks." Jack went back to skimming the morning edition, glancing over at the kid. He was staring at him in reverence. Though Jack didn't show it, it made him slightly uncomfortable.

"Look a' dis," Racetrack began, "'Baby Born with Two Heads.' Must be from Brooklyn." Jack smiled and nudged him.

"Hey maybe it's ya sistah's." Jack teased lightly at him. Race's face turned a shade of deep red around his cheek.

"I'se jokin' Race. Lighten up!" Race just rolled his eyes and smoked more on his cigar.

"Hey, you got your lousy papes, now beat it!" Weasle screamed out.

"I paid for twenty, but only got nineteen," David tried to sound confident.

"Are you accusin' me of lyin', kid?" Weasel demanded.

"No," he started, looking agitated. "I just want my paper." Jack walked over to the small stack of newspapers in front of David

"He said beat it," Morris told David menacingly. Jack flipped through the newspapers, counting them quickly.

"No," he drawled, "it's nineteen, Weasel." Jack smirked, amused. "It's nineteen, but don' worry about it. It's an honest mistake. I mean, Morris, here, can' count to twenty with his shoes on," he said in a fake apologetic voice. Morris moved forward quickly, grabbing at the bars in front of Jack's face, but he leaned just far enough back to be out of his reach. he turned his head toward Racetrack.

"'Ey, Race, will ya spot me two bits?" she asked, eyebrows raised. He fished in his pocket for a quarter and flipped it up to him. Jack caught it effortlessly, and a brief look of annoyance flashed across David's face. Jack smirked a bit wider at that, and turned back to Weasel.

"Another fifty for my friend," he stated, clapping David on the back. He looked torn between glaring at Jack and refusing the offer. He chose to refuse.

"Oh, I don't want another fifty," he told Weasel with a grimace, but Morris had already handed the newspapers to Jack, who in turn, shoved them into Blue Eyes' chest.

"Sure ya do. Every newsie wants more papes," He told him, Jack shoving the newspapers at David and stalked away, his friends forming circles around the two, eager to see the newbie take on Jack Kelly.

"I don't want your papes. I don't take charity from anyone, I don't know you, and I don't care to. So here are your papes." David handed back the papers to Jack, who ignored the guesture."

Les's eyes widened when he saw who his brother was arguing with. Cowboy! Les did not hear much about him but he knew enough from the young boy, snipeshooter, that he was well known in Manhattan and David was talking to him! Les sprinted up to David, grabbing his arm.

"Cowboy. They call him Cowboy," he whispered. Jack smiled egoistically as he handed his papers off to Mush.

"Yeah, dat an' a lotta otha things, includin' Jack Kelly, which is what me mudda called me," He told Les, kneeling down to his level. "So, whatta they call you, kid?" Jack gestured to him.

"Les, and this is my brother, David," he said excitedly, gesturing to David, acting as if he were unimportant. "He's older." Les added at which Jack smirked, looking up at David.

"No kiddin'," he joked. "How old are you, Les?" Jack asked the kid.

"Near ten," he answered. Jack smirked as he spoke to him.

"Near ten…well, that's no good. If anyone asks, ya seven." Les nodded, his eyes wide. "Ya see, younger sells more papes, an' if we're gonna be partners, we wanna be the best," Jack told him quietly but loud enough for David to hear. He made gestures with his hands as he explained to Less. David's face contorted in annoyance and confusion

"Wait, who said anything about being partners?" David asked her. Jack's eyebrows rose.

"Well, you owe me two bits, right?" Jack pointed at him blankly. David shrugged at him.

"I'll consider that an investment. We sell togetha, an' split…seventy-thoity, plus, you get tha benefit of obsoivin' me, no charge." Jack smirked at him mugly.

"Ah-ha!" David laughed, thinking this kid as a joke.

"Ah-ha!" He mocked. Crutchy hobbled over and tapped David on the shoulder.

"Hey, you're gettin' the chance of a lifetime here, Davey." Crutchy leaned forward as to emphasize his next statement. "Ya learn from Jack, ya learn from tha best." The other newsies murmured in agreement. The smug smirk returned to Jack's face, much to David's dismay.

"Well, if he's the best, then how come he needs me?" David asked aloud, getting oohs from the boys around him. Jack looked at him, his smirk turned into a fierce frown, his eyes taking the challenge David had posed silently.

"Look, I don' need you, pal," He grabbed Les's shoulder, pulling him toward Jack. "But I ain' gotta cute little brudda like Les, here, ta front for me. With this kid's puss, and my God given talent," at this comment, David rolled his eyes, "we could move a thousand papes a week." He leaned back down to Les. "So, whattaya say, Les? Ya wanna sell with me?"

"Yeah!" Les exclaimed, grinning widely. Jack held out his hand to Les.

"So we gotta deal?" David pursed his lips, and put his hand in front of Les's, not letting him make a stupid decision on his first day.

"It's gotta be at least fifty-fifty," he bargained.

"Sixty-fourty, I forget tha whole thing," Jack compromised. He licked his lips with anticipation.

David looked around and gazed at the newsies who were watching this negotioation. Finally he turned back to Jack, nodded and held out his hand. Jack smirked and spit into his own palm, before placing it with David, who pulled away in disgust.

"'Sa matta?" He asked loudly.

"That's disgusting," he replied. The newsies around them laughed as Jack turned towards Mush and took his papes. Jack explained to David why he should take more, saying that newsies sold the papers not the headlines. As the newsies spread out for the day, Jack trudged along with David, seeing how the stuck up know it all man could handle on the streets.


The Brooklyn Newsies all exited the Lodging House like a flock of birds, although not a tight grouped and close as one would think, they all were generally in the same vicinity of each other. Spot, who had his arm around his sweetheart's waist was talking to Harvard when a small but mighty group of young girls had invaded Spot, as well as the rest of the boys, line of vision.

They were wearing similar clothing to the newsies before them, many had similar hair cuts while other had their hair flowing around them. The first girl in the group, who was sporting a pair of brown trousers, beige shirt and some old worn suspenders, noticed the boys. Her flaxen red hair blowing around her as she twisted her cap backwards.

"Well. Well. Well, if it ain't Mistah Spot Conlon and all his mighty glory." The Flaxen hair girl sneered at Spot. Her gaze then began onto Hearts. "And look what we have here not only do we have the presence of Conlon but the Brooklyn whore as well!" Flaxen continued, watching as Spot's hand began to clench.

"Why I aughta.." Spot started but Heart's hand grasped his forearm, causing his to look back at Heart's pleading gaze. She shook her head and Spot sighed, allowing himself to succumb to Heart's pleas. The other Brooklynites, who were ready to attack looked to their leader and stepped back, when they saw him return to his cool facade.

"Just get outta heah Ritz." Spot grumbled, maneuvering around them.

The girls watched as the group made their way towards the Distubution Office. The girl, Ritz, watched with cat like eyes that had been seething with jealousy as Spot pulled Heart close, kissing the top of her forehead.

Ritz had always been jealous of Heart, ever since she came in and stole Spot's heart. Before Hearts came into the picture, Ritz was always Spot's first. They were not in aw official relationship but they did often get together, doing some interesting activities. Ritz lapped it up, the attention Spot gave her, but the minute Hearts came to stay at the Lodging House, Ritz was nothing more than a fling, tossed away like trash.

"Come on girls. Let's go."


Brooklyn was a much rougher and scarier place to be selling papers, which explained the reason for its tough, hard as nail, newsies. Spot, though, did not feel comfortable having Heart work in such a dangerous part of the city. Heart and Spot walked all the way up to Manhattan where the Manhatten newsies took care of Heart. It was the only time that Spot and Heart were really separated, and that was only for a couple of hours.

As the couple came to the bridge, they were met by Mush and Racetrack, to familiar faces.

"Heya, Spot! How's it rolling." Racetrack asked, going forward to shake hands with Conlon, Mush followed in sue.

"Heya Race. Got any good tips?" Spot retorted, placing an arm around Heart's waist.

"Ya a hot tip on the fourth it won't waste my money." Racetrack responded, placing the old cigar in his mouth and chuckled.

"Racetrack Higgins! Don't be spending all your money on gambling!" Heart chastised and all the boys chuckled at her. Heart was always looking out for Spot and the boys. She didn't mind it considering she'd been though one of Spot's temper tantrums, she could handle anything the newsies did. Mush came over and swung and arm around Heart.

"Aw come on Hearts! Lighten up! I'll be there with him!" Mush tried to reassure Heart, hugging her tighter causing Spot to growl.

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Heart mumbled. "And you, hush!" Heart turned and smacked Spot's chest playfully, hushing his protectiveness.

"Alright! Alright! I gotta get moving if I wanna sell these papes!" Spot said, pushing his papers upon his shoulders.

"I'll see you later." He mumbled in her ear and the kissed her lightly. Heart pulled him back for another, causing groans to erupt between Mush and Racetrack.

"Your gonna see each other later! Jeez!" Racetrack groaned, grabbing his sister's hand and lightly dragging her away. The trio waved to Spot as they made their way across the bridge.

(A/N) ok so a lot of you must be confused by the whole, "Heart and Spot are together but Heart and Racetrack are related!" Thing. Ok let me explain.

1) Yes. Heart and Spot are together! They are not married because they're to young and it's just to hide Heart's identity. (I will not spoil the rest of story!)

2) Racetrack and Heart are related but Spot and Racetrack wanted Heart to live in Brooklyn and its not just because she is with the King.

3)If you read this chapter before, sorry i changed it because I wrote it orginally to Racetrack and for some reason changed it but it makes more sense to the plot to use Racetrack.

4) So if any of you are confused by the whol, Ritz tension that went on there, I'm going to explain it later on in the story.

5) I will try to update as fast as I can. I'm on break so I'm gonna try.

Ok? Cleared up? Good! If not PM me!