Jack And Katherine One-Shots

She's a Keeper

"So how was it Jack?" Race called to Jack as he entered the roudy Logging House.

"How was what?" Jack asked confused as he headed over to his bunk and hung his hat up on the bed post. Romeo who was on top rolled over and propped his chin on the rail and looked at Jack expectantly.

"What do ya mean "what" come on Jackie, how was your little date with Plumber?" Race asked sticking a cigar between his teeth. His dirty blonde hair hung in his eyes as he made his way over to Jack and sprawled out on to his mattress.

"Oh, it was great." Jack said still a little confused as to why he was asking. Race rolled his eyes from his spot on Jacks "pillow" (it was really a piece of cloth with stuffing so thin your could see through it)

"Honestly Jack, we's need more then it was great!" Race complained. By this time all the boys had gathered around Jacks bunk to hear what Jack was going to say.

"Yea Jack! Give us the juicy details." Romeo said wiggling his eyebrows at him. Jack scoffed finally getting at what they all wanted to hear.

"Ain't much detail." Jack said and pushed Race off his bunk causing him to sprawl to the ground. The boys all looked at him confused as Race protested about being pushed off, Jack ignored him and laid down on his bunk and propped his head up with his hands.

"What do ya mean Jackie boy? You mean you ain't... ya know." Romeo said his head popping down to look at Jack his black hair hanging down like a curtain.

"I've only know the girl for a week gosh dang it!" Jack said sitting up. Race grumpily got back to his feet and sat on Alberts bed and leaned forward on his knees.

"That ain't ever stopped ya before, heck you told me you pulled a girl off the streets once and did it with her. You said you pulled her skirt-"

Jack cut Race off with a hand to his mouth.

"We don't need ta talk about that!" Jack said glancing around at the smaller Newsies, the youngest was about 7 and Jack had no desire to corrupt him just yet.

"Wait... ya sayin' ya didn't screw with Plumber just barely?" Race asked yanking his hand away. Jack winced again noticing the young boys confused face.

"No! Of course not Race, there are children here!" Jack said swinging his legs off the bed and getting to his feet. "Er, let's getcha ta bed kid." Jack said picking him up. "All of you get to bed!"

They all groaned clearly wanting to hear more of his story but Jack would have none of it.

"Quit ya gripin' youse gotta be up at dawn tomorrow!" He yelled feeling the young Newsie put his head against Jacks shoulder. Jack carried him to his bunk and set him down, he pulled the sheets up to his chin and ruffled his hair.

"Night Sticher." Jack said glancing down at the stitching on the boys hat, it had a big "S" sewn into it hence the Newsie name Sticher. Don't ask Jack where the boys came up with it he just agreed on what ever the boy was happy with.

"Jack?" Sticher asked.

"What up kid?"

"What does screwed mean?" He asked yawning deeply. Jack winced.