Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 62 - Spot and Race

Spot is Race's Saving Grace
Ship - Spot and Race (brotherly)
Era - Cannon
Triggers - Abuse and injuries.

Race hated the Refuge, he decided.

It's not like there had been any question about that but he was just strongly reminded of it whenever he was back there.

He hadn't even done anything illegal - that time, at least - but he was locked up anyway.

No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he knew that he was letting the Newsies down by not being there for them.

Especially Spring, he was supposed to be teaching Spring how to be a Newsie. He'd literally been teaching him how to stay out of trouble when he got arrested by Snyder.

"Higgins," Snyder's voice came, breaking Race from his thoughts.

"Oh," Race said, faking shock. "I'd say it's a surprise to see you but what's Hell without its resident spider."

"You've got a big mouth for someone in jail."

"And you're big for someone who's meant to use the money you get to help us," Race retaliated, a smirk on his face.

"Come here," Snyder grumbled as he grabbed Race by his collar and dragged him into his office.

Race tried to work out of the grip but quickly came to realise that Snyder had a strong grip for his age.

"Anything you'd like to say, Higgins?"

"I wouldn't hit me too hard if I were you," Race warned him. "It might make you not so, you know, big."

"You never learn, do you?"

Race's snarky response was cut off my a flurry of hits coming onto his from Snyder, rendering him both physically and mentally unable to do anything.

~~~

Race couldn't move.

He could barely even lift a finger, let alone a limb.

But then again, he supposed that was part of being in the Refuge. Especially when Snyder seemed to have a personal vendetta against him.

"Kid," one of the older boys at the Refuge said to him, crouching down in front of the bunk he was sharing with two other boys.

Race grumbled in response, not having enough energy to respond.

"Kid," the boy said again, shaking Race's shoulder. "Get up. There's someone here to see you."

"Can't," he mumbled, looking away from the boy.

The boy sighed and pulled Race up, wrapping an arm across Race's back to support him.

"Here," he said as he passed Race onto the person at the window. "Don't know how you're going to get him out. But it's your loss."

Race slumped forward as his weight was no longer supported.

A hand reached through the window and stopped him from falling.