8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Children's Crusade

Song: The World Will Know (Reprise) (1992 Version)

A/N: Hi everyone. Please enjoy this late night chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters!

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

We stood around at the newsies square waiting for the crusade to begin. The newsies were already worrying despite us only finishing passing out papers 20 minutes ago.

Skittery and I were swinging Tumblr back and forth before making him fly through the air.

"You's two are like his parents," Race commented, taking the cigar out of his mouth.

Skittery and I laughed.

"I suppose if I had to have a kid, I wouldn't mind it being this one," I laughed.

I tickled Tumbr's sides making him giggle and squirm.

"Tumblr's not so bad. Too bad I'm stuck with you," Skittery chuckled.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to the mother of your child!" I scolded.

He laughed.

It was nice seeing him this happy. He's had this endless sadness for the past week. Even his joy had a small sadness to it.

Blink had been walking the block in search of the other crusaders.

"So when's the others comin', Kid?" Mush asked as Blink rejoined us.

"They ain't comin'" Jack responded as he walked up to them. "Ain't gonna be no one but us."

Snoddy and Specs approached Jack.

"Come on, Jack," Snoddy said.

"Have hope, Jack," Specs added.

They put their hands on his back and guided him to Davey who was leaning on the statue.

Les ran off.

Race and I looked at each other following him.

I gave Tumblr to Skittery.

"I'll be right back."

The circulation bell began to ring. Les, Race, and I looked at the center where the sound was coming from.

Les: When the circulation bell starts ringing
Will we hear it?

Race: Nah

He took off his cap and wiped off his face.

Race swung his fists in the air while I shook Les by the shoulders.

Race and Jaime: What if the Delancys come out swinging
Will we hear it?

Les: No!

"Attaboy," Race smiled, messing with Les's cap.

"It's gonna be all right," I said.

The newsies came up and joined us.

Jack kept an arm around my shoulder as he talked to Davey.

Crusaders: When you got a million voices singing

They came! They came! They really came!

We all smiled, hugging each other.

"Look!" Race yelled, pointing at the other crowd hoping us at the square.

Crusader: Who can hear
A lousy whistle blow?
And The World will know

A large crowd of sweatshop kids from all over came. Cheering and holding up their signs.

We not only added to our cause, but became a voice for so many more.

"Brooklyn!"

I turned over to where it was coming from.

I saw a large group of Brookies emerge to join us.

No Spot. I guess he didn't wake up.

Suddenly I was swept off my feet from behind.

I turned to see who it was a met Spot's eyes.

"Spot!" I squealed.

He spun me around while I kept giggling.

He eventually put me down.

I turned his face softly, looking closely at it.

His face had healed well. He only had a couple cuts and light bruises, but even then you couldn't tell how bad it had actually been.

"Didn't think you could get rid of me that easy did ya?" he smirked.

Crusaders, Sarah and Newsies: The World will feel the fire and finally know

We cheered as we chanted "strike" at The World's office building.

Mush and Race shoved Jack and I through the crowd of crusaders and newsies.

Jack picked up Les, while I picked up Tumblr, and Bumlets picked up Boots.

We threw them on our shoulders holding them above the crowd. Well in Bumlets and Jack's case. In mine, Tumblr was lucky if he saw slightly above their heads.

"Hey you can't just take my child!" Skittery shouted.

"He's our child asshole!" I yelled back at him.

Spot look at me with concern.

"Race said we acted like Tumblr's parents so now we're ownin' it."

"Well he ain't wrong," Spot laughed.

"Shut it."

"You love me."

"That's neither here nor there."

The newsies continued cheering with us at our victory.

"Dear me. What do we have here?" Race commented.

Race pointed to the group of bulls come out of the building with Seitz.

What do we have here indeed?