Multi-Fandom One Shots

Swimming (Newsies)

A/N sorry I haven't updated as much.

Also I have been in the fandom for a while but only recently have I watched Newsies Live and I'm not familiar with the personalities of anyone but Race, Crutchie, Jack, Katherine, Davey, and Les, so sorry but they're going to be the only Newsies present.

Please not that I am not a:
-New Yorker
-Medical Professional
-Person who knows New York's geography, either now or in 1899

Set one year after the strike

Enjoy!

Crutchie POV

A pair of familiar uniforms walked by, and I followed. "'Scuze me, would you like to buy a pape?"

Davey turned quickly. "Crutchie!"

We hugged, Les wrapping around my good leg. It hadn't been that long since we last saw each other, but Les looked at his time as a Newsie with excitement and fondness, so he tended to be pretty happy when he saw us.

"Where's Jack and the others?" Les asked.

"Is Katherine coming?" Davey added.

"They should all be here any second. And I think you'll like what we planned this month." It was the hottest day of July, as the papes had been warning us for a few days now, so naturally we were meeting Race down at the Brooklyn Bridge where he often hung out for a certain Spot Conlon. I didn't know if Spot would be coming or not, but either way, the others would be swimming in the river.

"Sorry we're late." Katherine said, walking fast towards us. "A certain someone decided to mess around instead of draw, so he only now finished his political cartoon for today." Jack smirked. After the strike, he took a job as a political cartoonist for The World. While it was no secret that he loved his job, it was also no secret that the office setting just wasn't for him.

Jack and Davey hugged, and Jack ruffled little Les's hair, despite his protests. After all the greetings were over, we walked down to the bridge, Jack explaining all the way.

"Hottest day of the year, we're thinking, we gotta cool down. Especially Race and Crutchie. And we realize, well more like Race tells us, there's this really empty spot of river right by the Brooklyn Bridge. And it's out of sight from the street too, so we don't gotta worry about police or Delancey's. How's that sound?"

"Well, we didn't bring swimwear-"

"Anything is swimwear if you're swimming, Davey. That's how it works." Jack interrupts. "Besides, it ain't too muddy in the river. You won't ruin your uniform."

Davey still looked unsure, but Les stepped up and said, "Come on, Davey, I've been there with Sally before and it was perfectly fine."

Davey rolled his eyes but smiled. "Ok. But you're doing the laundry tonight Les."

It was only a short walk to the East River, and Race was waiting for us, cigarless for once. He must've left them at the lodging house this morning. 

"Race!" Les called.

"Hey Les, Davey, Katherine. How's life."

"Pretty good, and yours?" Davey said.

"Hawkin' headlines, dying in the heat, waiting on your slow butts." Race shrugged. "The usual."