newsies one shots!

spot - 1

It started out as just me humming little melodies as i was getting ready in the morning to sell papes. My big brother Jack said that i was good and that i should drop by Medda's some time and see if i could get some work there, which i managed to do.
That was 4 years ago, and now i've been sewing costumes for a living because Medda cant afford to pay me to sing which i totally understand. Since mama died, Medda has been there for me. When Jack would run off somewhere for a few days she would be the one to comfort me and make sure i was taken care of. I don't think she every really did forgive Jack after he left for almost two weeks without so much as a goodbye or 'i'll be back soon' note but to be honest, i don't blame her. Occasionally, if i was feeling adventurous, i would wander over to Brooklyn and try to avoid the infamous Spot Conlon and his 'cronies' who were actually just tall children. I'd only been caught one time by the man himself but after telling him i was Jack Kelly's sister, he apologised and even said he was sorry for my loss. From that day forward I defended Spot in front of my Manhattan brothers and secretly wished to see him again.

'Medda?' I shouted.
'Yes hon?' She hollered from beneath the stage trying to fix something.
'How mad d'ya think Jack would be if I wents on over to Brooklyn to see Spot again?'
'Madder than me when hasn't visited you in a while.'
'So, pretty mad?
'VERY mad, darling. Why? Does Spot want to meet you?'  She questions, seeing right through me.
'No, no, It's just i cant stop thinking 'bouts him and how nice he was to me, even though the boys' said he was all toughs and whatnot. He even said he was sorry my mama died!' I began to rant. I really needed someone to talk to and i felt bad speaking to Medda cause she was always so busy with everything.
'Look, sweetie, it's been days since Jack dropped by. He hasn't exactly been around since your mama left you and he asked me to watch out for ya, so i'm going to tell you what I think. Honestly.'
'Thank you, Medda.' I grinned as she sat down beside me with one hand on my knee.
'I think that ya need to stop worrying 'bout Jack.'
'What? Forget 'bout him? He's is my only family i's got left besides you!'
'I ain't mean forget, I just mean move on.'  She sighed, 'How many times a week does he check in on you? Once or twice if you're lucky. Go and see Spot, but no funny business! You're still my little girl.'
'Medda! I'm not little, I'm 15.' I giggled softly before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 'Thank you.'
'Anything for you, darling.'

The walk to Brooklyn was a long one, but beautiful nonetheless. I purposely wandered down all of the peaceful posh streets just so i could imagine myself with a fancy bed and my very own kitchen that i would be able to sing all day long in. Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, on the other hand, was a completely different story. The hustle and bustle of daily New York life thrived on this bridge every day so it was nearly impossible to let my mind wander far enough out of fear that someone would walk into me. This time, however, my thoughts were preoccupied with Jack and the new song Medda was teaching me.
'Watch it!' A stranger said. Wait. Oh god, 'Y/N? That you? What'ya doing over 'ere in Brooklyn? Jack kick ya out the newsies again?' Spot questioned.
'Spot? Howd'ya know about Jack kicking me- never mind. What're ya doing heading over this way? Jack'd kill ya if he knew!' I retorted.
'I's actually on my way to sees Jack.' He smirked, something dirty probably running through his mind.
'You were WHAT?'
'Yeah? He's is the one organising the rally tonight.'
'Rally? What really?'
'Ya know, the one for the strike cause the bosses hiked up the price of papes?'
'Jack organised a strike, and didn't even tell me? His own sister?' I asked myself quietly, but obviously not quiet enough.
'He didn't tell ya? What sorta brother does that? C'mon with me and I'll introduce ya to the rest of the Brooklyn Boys' He offered with a cheeky grin. Of course, i accepted gratefully as i wanted to be anywhere but where i was standing.