The Bridge to Brooklyn (Sprace fanfic)

Recovery

Jojo's face is basically the face my friend made when they proof read the last chapter lol

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No no no god let it be a dream!!

Spot couldn't unsee it. Race laid unconscious, bloody, and bruised. His eye and nose was blackened, his lip and nose were bleeding. His shirt was unbuttoned to show his bruised ribs. He was covered in scraps. He looked like he went to hell and back.

Tears threatened to fall. Who did this?! I'll send them straight to hell!! Anger began to fester in his chest. Spot turned to leave but ran straight into Jack.

"Spot?"

"Out. Of. My. Way. Kelly."

Jack grabbed Spot and pulled him out of the room. Spot's anger grew. Who could do this?! Spot's fists clenched tightly.

"Spot listen. I know you're upset, believe me I'm just as upset as you. But none of us know what happened if you do what I think you're gonna do it will be like searching for a needle in a haystack."

Spot eyes watered and he scowled. Jack was right he would just be on a wild goose chase.

"Tell me what you know.", Spot squeaked.

Jack told him about how Finch and Crutchie were walking back to the lodge when they found Race's hat on the sidewalk then found Race beaten up in an alleyway. The perps no where to be seen.

"Race's money was gone so I think he was mugged.", Jack crossed his arms.

That got Spot's blood boiling to where it could be considered lava. He was so angry and scared. He couldn't imagine what they did to his Race.

"Davey knows how to dress wounds so he's taking care of him. We're all worried about him."

"I know a few things that may help. But I want to be alone with him."

Jack understood and had everyone leave the room. Spot stood at the edge of Race's bed. Now he could see how bad he looked. Spot sat down next to him. He put his hand on Race's nose. Thank god it's not broken. Spot checked Race's ribs and inspected every bruise. Thankfully nothing was broken. Race was gonna feel like shit when he woke up.

Spot took hold of Race's hand, "I promise you Race. When you wake up and tell me who did this. I'll hurt em so bad.", he leaned down and placed his lips on his forehead.

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Race's eyes felt heavy and his head ached. He opened one eye, the other was swollen shut.

"Ow..son of a-"

"Watch your language.", Jack stopped him.

"-Fun...", Race finished.

"How we feeling?", Jack asked even tho he knew the answer.

"Like hell now I know how Sp-", Race froze, "Shit! Spot! I promised I'd come back to Brooklyn!"

Even though his body hurt Race tried to climb out of bed.

"Don't hurt yourself Racer."

Race snapped his head, "Spot.."

Spot smiled softly. He was standing next to the window.

"Are you gonna stand there or you gonna come kiss me!"

Spot walked over and wrapped his arms around race trying hard not the hurt him and planted a kiss on him. Race nuzzled his head into Spot's collar bone. Spot smelt like sea salt.

"I'm glad you're here"

"Well he made it clear that he wasn't going anywhere until you woke up.", Jack looked at them.

The two completely forgot that Jack was there. They pulled apart but Spot still gripped Race's hand.

"Race I know you just woke up but can you tell us what happened to you?", Jack asked.

Race sighed, "just a couple of dudes wanted my money."

Spot glared, "what do they look like?"

Race knew what he was planning, "not tellin."

"What?!"

"I know what you're planning. Not happening. Besides they just roughed me up."

"Roughed you up?! Race look at you!!"

Race stayed quiet. Spot wanted to protest more but he knew Race had made up his mind. He sighed.

"Fine."

"Thank you.", Race held up his arms, "now come here"

Spot gently laid next to Race, laying his head on his chest while Race played with his hair. Spot closed his eyes and let himself be vulnerable.

"Say anything about this Jackie boy and I hurt ya", Spot said without opening his eyes.

Jack chuckled and left the room. The two stayed there for hours holding each other. Race hummed and played with Spot's slightly curled hair. Spot just laid there listening to Race's heart beat.

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"Do you have to go?", Race complained.

"I do have to be a leader you know, just focus on getting better understand.", Spot picked up his hat.

"I'd get better if you was right there next to me"

Spot rolled his eyes and said goodbye to Race. Jack walked Spot outside.

"I'll find whoever did that to him.", Spot said as he walked away.

"I know you will", Jack nodded.

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When Spot got back home he gathered his newsies for a meeting.

"Listen up everyone there are a couple of goons running around New York stealing money from newsies, beaten them to a pulp. I think we otha stop em!", He announced.

The room echoed with agreement.

"Good! Now we don't know much about these goons all I knows is that they're fully grown men and they recently beat up a Manhattan newsie. I want you all to try to gather as much information as possible and when you found a couple of suspects...tell me.", Spot cracked his knuckles.

I'll get em.

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#protectivebf