I'se da King 'round here

The Aftermath

(Y/N)'s POV:

I ran back to Brooklyn to check up on how everything was coming with the search. No one had any clue where he went, just a piece of cloth in an alleyway with chloroform on it. There was no way to tell if it was used on Spot but even if it was that was the only clue we had and it didn't provide any help.

I went between Manhattan and Brooklyn for a few weeks. A month, two months, four months. At about six months I gave up, Spot was gone and he wasn't coming back. I had become the Queen of Brooklyn and all the Brooklyn newsies loved and respected me. I still would see Jack everyday but it wasn't the same without Spot. I didn't have anything to make me happy anymore.

Jack's POV:

After Spot disappeared my sister changed, and not for the better. I felt bad about not letting her and Spot formally become friends and now he was gone. (y/n) became more aggressive over the past few months, she would either be found beating up a scab or the Delancey's, even they became scared of her. They didn't fear anyone but her, in my opinion she's become more feared than Spot and not in a good way.

I started to worry about her more than I used to. Honestly I started wishing she had never left the orphanage and never found me. If we hadn't been reunited she could have been somewhere else, living a somewhat normal and happy life. Yes, we both would have been miserable without each other but now we were together and she was miserable without Spot.

I had started visiting her everyday in Brooklyn but it always broke my heart. She always looked restless and tired. She looked really rough and it took everything I could not to start crying just looking at her. Crutchie had become really sensitive since she left, and Race, well lets just say he doesn't have any more cigars.

I was shook out of my mind and I rushed downstairs as I heard Specs burst into the lodging house door screaming my name.

"Specs? What is it?"

"S-S-Spot," he was trying to breath as he talked, "I-I found h-him."

I stood in shock, "where?!"

"Ref-"

I didn't have to wait for him to finish before I sped off towards the refuge where me and Spot first met, right after my sister was taken away from me. I snuck in the same way I had escaped all those years ago and found Spot laying in one of the cotts all busted up and bloody.

"Spot? What happen' ta ya?"

"J-Jack? Oh uh, ya know, I'se jus' got soaked an' all."

"Come on, I'se gonna get ya outta her'a."

He raised up enough for me to get my arm around his shoulder. It took a few minutes for me to drag him out but I was able to succeed. I helped him back to the Manhattan lodging house where he rested up for about a week as Kathrine helped me take care of him and get him back to health.

"Spot, you'se gotta go see me sista, she's not doin' so good. It's bad, you'se gotta help 'er."

"W-where is she?" He was still weak but able to stand by this point.

"Brooklyn, since you'se left she became d'eir leada." He nodded and started walking towards the door. "Can you'se make it on ya own?"

"I'll be fine Jack, I'se will send Runn'a back ta tell ya that I'se got d'ere." I nodded as he left. Tears stung my eyes as I thought about how my sister would react.