Same time, Same place - Spot Conlon x Reader

Chapter 7

Your POV

"Ya ready to go?" Jack asked me.

"Sure am" I replied.

We're organising a rally for all the Newsies. A place where every Newsie gets a say, and a vote. Medda let us have the theatre for it. So I'm wearing the best clothes that I have.

Time skip to when they arrive at the theatre

I stood on the stage with David, Jack, and Spot.
Spot shot me a small smile and I winked back at him.

"Alright, now that we're all here, I got something to say" Jack begins a small speech "we've come a long way, but we ain't there yet. Maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on but that's fine. We just gonna get tougher with it. But also, we gotta listen to my pal David, who say we gotta stop soakin the scabs"

"What are we supposed to do Jack, kiss em?" I ask him. "Look, any scab I see, I soak em. Period." Spot joins in.

"No, no, that's what they want us to do" David interrupts "if we get violent, it's just playing into their hands"

"Hey, they gonna be playing with my hands, alright? Cause it ain't what they say, it's what we say, and no one's gonna listen unless we make em" Spot says.

"Why we fighting each other? That's just what the big shots wanna see!" I start. "Yeah, that we're street rats. Street rats with no brains. No respect for nothing, including ourselves." Jack finishes.

"So what's it gonna be?!" Jack yells.

"What's it gonna be, Conlon?" I ask Spot.

"I say.." Spot starts "...that what you say, is what I say"

Jack and Spot spit shake, he does the same with me. All the newsies are screaming out of happiness. We walk off stage.

When Jack and David walk away, Spot immediately hugs me. "We did a good thing out there" he says. "Hell yeah we did" I giggle.

We break off the hug. But then, I see a couple of bulls barge in. They're looking around in the group of newsies.

"Get the Kelly twins" one of them comments to the rest of their troops.

Jack looks at me for a second, before running off. I look around, unsure of what to do.

"Spot!" Race yells, running up to us.
"Get them outta here!"

"Race, what about you?" I yell back.

"Don't worry, just go!"

Spot grabs my hand and runs me out of the theatre. Some bulls are following us but we keep running. We eventually run into an alleyway.

"We lost them" Spot says and I nod.

"Why are the bulls after ya and ya brother?" He carefully asks.

"We were in the Refuge a couple years ago, but we escaped. Snyder has been after us ever since" I explain to him.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"Yeah, I better get back to the Lodging house" I say.

"I'll walk ya" he says while grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine.