The Bridge to Brooklyn (Sprace fanfic)

Together

Head canon #1: Racetrack can't swim like he's scared of the water. In Brooklyn, the newsies are taught to swim kind of like a requirement.

Head canon #2: Spot likes to sketch people in a old journal, especially Race. He has a great photo memory

Headcannon #3: Racetrack has ADHD and hates sitting still or being in one place for long periods of time
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Race slowly got better, he was constantly insisting that he was better even when he could hardly move.

"Jack! Come on! I haven't sold anything for a week!! I'm gonna be in debt!!", Race grumbled.

"Nope tomorrow."

"Ugh!!! I hate being stuck in this bed!!", Race griped, "Spot hasn't even came to see me.."

"Race, I told you already Spot has been busy in Brooklyn he has to make a living somehow"

Race sighed sharply. He hate being cooped up his bed it was so boring. He wanted Spot. He wanted to gamble. He wanted a cigar. He lost his other one when he was jumped. He used to keep track of the who came back first but now he was tired of that. Nothing else to do but lay on the bed.

"Just stay there for one more day, okay?", Jack insisted.

"Fine"

—Next day—

Race woke up and got dressed he was super excited about being able to leave the lodge. He finished getting ready and told Jack that he was leaving.

"Please be safe Race!"

"I will mom~"

And began the long walk to Brooklyn. With the busied face people bought Race's papers out of pity and he made double of what he normally made. Race made it to Brooklyn and he started to search for Spot. He looked and looked, then he found him. He was walking out of a convenient store with something in his hands.

"Spot!!", Race shouted happily.

When Spot turned his head, Race noticed the black eye. Race ran up to him. Spot pulled Race into an alleyway out of the way of peoples prying eyes.

"Spot what happened to your face?!", Race inspected the bruise.

"Nothing Race!", Spot said, his poker face was gone.

"You're lying Spot!!"

Spot stumbled on his words, "I...I found the scabs who hurt ya and I roughed em up a bit and they fought back."

Race was shocked, "I told ya not to do that you could've have gotten seriously hurt!!"

"But I didn't! Race it's not the first time I've gotten into a fight"

He was a right but an anxiety plagued Race's head, "I can't have you getting hurt knowing that I was the problem!"

"The problem?! Race I won't do something like that for anyone!! I never want to see you hurt! I know what it's like to beat like that and I hated that you had to go through that! Call me soft all you want but I can't let two idiots hurt someone I care about!!", Spot yelled.

Race was star struck. Spot cared that much. He really had gone soft.

Spot cleared his throat, "here I was gonna head to Manhattan to give these to ya.", and hand him a pack of Corona cigars.

Coronas were expensive it was about a weeks worth of pay for a pack of four. Race took them the biggest grin on his face.

"I'm...sorry for starting all this.", Race said.