Same time, Same place - Spot Conlon x Reader

Chapter 11

Your POV

"When's they coming?" Mush asks

We're waiting in the town square, waiting for people to show up. No one is here.

"They ain't comin" I say to him
"I reckon nobody's coming" Jack says.

"Have hope, you two" Specs says.

"When the circulation bell starts ringing, will we hear it?" Les sings.

"Nah" Race reply's

"What if the Delanceys come out swingin, will we hear it?" Race sings

"No!" Les yells out.

"Atta' boy"

Then, we hear voices. Kids from sweatshops, factory's, and slaughterhouses, are coming down the steets.

"When you've got a million voices singing,
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
And the world will know!"

They all come from different places. We all cheer and shout, raising our fist.

Then, a whole crowd of Newsies is coming in, with a certain King of Brooklyn.

"Brooklyn!!"

"And the words will feel the fire and finally know!" Everyone sings.

"Strike! Strike! Strike!"

Jack and David make their way to Pulitzers building. I silently pray that our plan works.

After a while, Jack and David come back out of the building.

"WE BEAT HIM!"

Everyone cheers. Kids are hugging each other and throwing their hand in the sky. I see Spot running up to me. Before I have time to say something, he smashed our lips together.
We break away and tightly hug each other.

"Jack, it's the bulls" Les yells.

The bulls let out all the Refuge kids, including..

"CRUTCHY" I yell and run up to him. I wrap him in a tight hug, carefull not to hurt him.

"Hey Jackie, it's Teddy!" Someone yells and points to where Teddy Roosevelt is standing.

"Could.. could he drop me off at the train yards?" Jack asks. I know what he's gonna do. I look at him with sad eyes.

Jack made his way to Roosevelt's carriage and hopped in. He was going to chase his dream, to Santa Fe. The carriage rides away.

"All the Newsies form a line before the paper counter. "100 papes" David says.

Then, I see a carriage coming around the corner. It's not any carriage, it's Roosevelt's.

"Jack!"

I run over and he jumps out of the carriage.
"How are the headlines, today Davey?"
"Headlines don't sell papes, Newsies sell papes!"

I laugh and hug Jack who says: "Didn't think I'd leave so soon, didja?"
"What about your dream?" I ask him.
"Being here, with you guys. That's my dream"

He lets go of me and goes up to Sarah, and kisses her. Out the corner of my eye, I see Spot waving to people.

"What are ya doin?" I ask him
"Riding in style, ya coming?"

"Nah, I'll catch up with ya some other time" I tell him.
He pecks my lips and gives me a hug.

The strike may have ended, but something new is starting.

The End.