Race Runs to Spot, Even if he Didn't Plan to.
Ship - Sprace
Era - Cannon
Triggers - Being chased and implied soaking.Race ran as fast as he could away from the Delancey brothers.
He didn't know if they were still following him but he was too scared to look back.
He didn't know where he was going but he let his feet carry him.
And carry him.
And carry him.
All the way to the Brooklyn Bridge.
He cursed himself when he realised he'd essentially cornered himself.
He stopped for a second to see where the Delancey brothers were.
"Dammit," he shouted when he saw how close they were.
He knew he only had two options:
1.) Turn back and try to find a way to get past without running into the Delanceys, or;
2.) Run the entire way across the Brooklyn Bridge and pray his legs didn't give up half way through.
Deciding the second option was the best he turned on his heel and started sprinting across the Brooklyn Bridge.
He ran and ran as fast as he could, weaving in and out of people who cane in his way.
He only started to slow down when the end of the bridge started to come into his sight.
His chest was hurting him and breathing felt like his lungs were full of needles. His legs practically cried for him to stop running.
He grinned as he got off the bridge and onto the streets of Brooklyn.
His mind raved as he tried to figure out what he was doing.
Despite his mind not knowing what to do, his legs had a did.
Before he knew it he was down at the Brooklyn docks.
"Spot," he shouted breathlessly.
His voice was barely heard, even by himself.
He noticed some movement on the docks so maybe someone heard him.
Hotshot was getting Spot's attention.
Spot turned around and a hard look came onto his face.
He rushed over to Race, his Newsies at his heels.
Race fell into his arms when Spot reached him, his body finally catching up on all the running he had been doing.
The Delancey brothers stopped upon realising they were facing most of the Brooklyn Newsies.
Oscar looked at Morris who signalled for him to leave.
"Leaving so soon?" Spot asked. "You only got here. You chased Racer and all."
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Newsies One-Shots
FanfictionPretty much what it says on the tin. They are Newsies One-Shots. Requests are always open, and very much appreciated because I am bad at coming up with ideas, so feel free to send me some.