Reacting to Jack Kelly (The Vampire Diaries Edition)

Chapter Four: The Rally

The Newsies gathered around the table, "So, let's have some ideas," Jack prompted.

"Well, we gotta show people where we stand," David offered.

"Yeah, so we gotta stay in the papes," Jack agreed.

"My paper's the only one printing any strike news so far," Denton commented.

"So, we should do something that's so big the other papers'll feel stupid if they try to ignore us," Jack suggested to much agreement, "Like a rally," he started,  "A newsie rally with all the kids from all over New York. It'll be the biggest, loudest, noisiest blow-out this town's ever seen!" He grinned.

"We'll send a message to the big boys," David agreed.

"Geesh, I'll give 'em a message," Race offered darkly.

"There's a lot of us, and we ain't going away," Jack smirked, glass in hand, "We'll fight until damn Doomsday if it means we get a fair shake."

"Hey guys," David smiled, "To our man, Denton," he toasted, raising his glass.

"Our man, Denton," the Newsies echoed.

The Screen switched to Crutchy entered Snyder's office with a metal tray.

"Hey, Mr Snyder, how was your supper," he greeted with a smile, beginning to put Snyder's empty dishes onto the tray, before pausing as he caught sight of the Newspaper.

"Hey! That's Jack," Crutchy smiled in surprise, "He looks just like himself."

"You know this boy?" Snyder questioned, interested.  

"Shit!" Damon swore.

Crutchy quickly realized his mistake.

"No!" He denied.

"You have a very famous friend, this Jack. Do you know where he lives?" Snyder asked, calculatingly.

"I never heard of him, honest!" he denied,  "It's this brain of mine, it's always making mistakes. It's got a mind of it's own," he excused.

Jeremy snorted slightly, but was too nervous to outright laugh.

"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Snyder?" He changed the subject gathering the rest of the dishes and starting to leave.

"Good bye Mr. Snyder." Crutchy's voice cracked in a panic as he hurried off.

"Poor Crutchy," Caroline frowned.

"So, did I spell it right, Kloppman?" A boy asked the older man with the Newsies as he painted out the word 'strike' on a sign.

"Very good, very good," Kloppman complimented.

Mr. Snyder came up to the counter opening up Kloppman's record book.

"Double shit," Damon swore again.

"Maybe, he's just guessing?" Bonnie hoped.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" Kloppman interrupted, taking the book back.

"You have a boy who calls himself Jack Kelly?" Snyder asked rhetorically,  "I wish to see him."

"Triple shit," Damon swore again.

"Or not," Caroline frowned.

"I thought you didn't like this," Stefan teased, laughing at Damon's pout.

"Jack Kelly?" Kloppman pretended to wrack his brains and catching the other Newsies attention subtly, "Never heard of him," Kloppman assured, "any of you boys ever heard of Jack Kelly?" He called out to get negative replies in response.