The strike was over and things in the Bronx had been... taken care of, more or less. So why did Race feel like this was the beginning of another uphill battle? Jack's growing up and making plans to leave and the leadership role he'd occupied for so long was now being thrust onto Race. And now, not only is Race stuck managing in a position he'd never wanted, but the other boys are beginning to think about their futures too. It seems like all of his friends are moving on and ready to leave, but Race isn't ready for that. He just wants things to stay the way they were. But sometimes things have to change and these boys really can't catch a break. Soon Race is dealing with more troublesome outsiders all while adjusting to his new role in the group. And everyone knows what happens when Race faces struggles. ~Sequel to 'Brewin' in the Boroughs'~ ***Newsies belongs to Disney and all rights go to them for their characters***

Five strikes. That's all The Council lets you have. Then.... well, no one actually knows what happens. None of the boys have ever met someone with five strikes before. That scares Jack who, at seventeen, already has four of his. He can't remember how he got them either, but he's determined to figure it out. And when he and his friends learn what The Council has been doing to them they make it their mission to put an end to the group... once and for all. (One shot that I'm def turning into a full story) Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies. That is owned by the Disney Company.

"Race, what's goin' on? Where 'ave ya been?" Crutchie asked, eyeing the boy with worry. Race ignored him and continued limping to the stairs. "Race, get back over here. Crutch and I stayed up waitin' for ya, the least you can do is tell us where youse been." "I'm fine," Race mumbled, not stopping. Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed the younger boy's arm, not missing the way he tensed up. "C'mon Race, look at me. What's wrong?" Race slowly turned around, keeping his eyes down with the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his face. "I just had a run-in with a couple of guys who were lookin' for a fight. I got a little beat up. Really, it's nothin'." "It's not 'nothing' Race. You're walkin' worse than I do!" Crutchie exclaimed. Jack grabbed Race's chin and tipped it up and Crutchie gasped. Jack's eyes widened too as he and Crutchie got a glimpse of their brother's face. Crutchie's face turned red with anger, his hand clenching his crutch tightly. "Who did this to you?" *** It's a month after the strike, and everything is going great... until it's not. It starts with small arguments with newsies from the other boroughs, and only gets worse. None of the boys know whats going on, but they're trying to ignore it, until one day something happens that none of them can ignore. A/N: Sorry about the sucky summary, I'm bad at writing those.