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Y'all deliverin' my PS4 Pro or not? Gah.

[moved-glowfaery]

Them Brooklyn boys is big.

Era: Canon

Prompt: Spot but not how we know him.

Words: 1243

Davey had never been scared of Brooklyn. Okay, that was a lie. He had never been in Brooklyn. He had never met any newsie from Brooklyn. Maybe that had to do with the fact he was still quite new to the newsies. He never had any reason before to go to Brooklyn. Everything he needed was in Lower Manhattan. So, if he had not seen the reactions of all the newsies when Jack mentioned going to Brooklyn, he wouldn’t have been afraid. But seeing around 30 kids, who have no problem fighting some, being scared of going to Brooklyn to tell them about the strike, that made him scared. But he could not be scared, not as long as Les was with him. Les who wasn’t scared of anything, cause nine- year-olds don’t really see the scary parts. Everything is an adventure for nine-year-olds.

The fact that they had kids following them, the minute they crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, did not help. Jack had grunted something when Davey nudging him as the boys followed them.

They ended up on the docks. Several newsboys seated on boxes. Davey straightened his back, it was not hard to be taller than these kids.

“Jack Kelly,” A sugar-coated voice spoke. Davey’s eye fell on the girl who spoke. She must have been at least one head smaller than he was. Her dark hair was flowing over her shoulder, down her back. A cap tucked on her head. Her striped dark red shirt was missing its sleeves, tucked in in her skirt which was hold up with suspenders. An almost angelic smile was on her lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” she said in a heavy Brooklyn accent, stepping towards them.

“We kinda need yous help, Spot” Jack started

“Well I’s assumin’ it’s bad news. Otherwise ma second woulda come,” the girl crossed her arms, even though she was small, it felt like she was towering over Davey and Jack.

“I’s still don’t understand why Elmer has to sell in Manhattan.”

“I let Racer sell ‘ere. Only fair if one of mines can sell at yours,” she shrugged. Jack was about to protest that, but instead Davey nudging his arm, in a way to keep him on the topic they came to discuss.

“Is this about ya little strike?” Spot already said. She moved backwards, sitting down on one of the boxes which was placed at the middle of the dock.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “Is kinda was hoping I would be the first to tell ya.”

“Ya know Is have kids all over town,” she said, placing her hands on either side of her body, leaning back a bit. “Spit it out, Kelly.”

“We need yous support,” Jack explained, shoving his hands in his pockets. “We send kids out to every borough in New York. But we’s all know they will listen to ya.”

“Ya got that pahrt right,” Spot smirked. “Who’s ya new kid?” her gaze moved towards Davey.

“This is Davey,” Jack grunted, a bit annoyed she hadn’t given a yes yet. “He’s new.”

“Oh, a new kid,” Spot jumped up from the box, walking towards Davey until she was only a few inches away from him, standing uncomfortably close. Or at least uncomfortable for Davey, Spot did not seem to mind as her gaze moved over his face. “Nice to meet ya, Davey,” she smiled, as sweet as she had done before. She stepped backwards, spitting in her hand and holding it out for him. Davey had to swallow a lump in his throat.

“Nice to meet you,” he said as he repeated the spitting, shaking her hand. It was hard not to frown in disgust. With a smile Spot turned around to walk back to the box she sat on, Davey grabbed the opportunity to wipe his hand on his pants.

“And who’s the kid? He looks adorable,” This time she did not sit down but instead leaned against the box, her eyes now on Les who was standing next to Davey.

“I’m Les,” he said, proudly. His face was beaming at excitement.

“Aren’t ya a minikin. If ya ever get tired of Manhattan, ya can make good money in Brooklyn.”

Davey could not help but push Les back a bit, physically keeping him from taking the offer.

“So, about the strike,” Jack groaned, his looked annoyed, his arms crossed now.

“What’cha plan?”

“We stop the wagons from deliverin’ to the city,” Jack said, not bothering to spend more details on it.

“That’s all?”

“We’ve got a reporter willing to write about it. She’s at the square tomorrow,” Davey added, in an attempt to make it look bigger than it was.

“A female reportah?” Spot asked, her eyebrow raised. “Don’t get me wrong. I is really pro-working girls. But Is don’t recall any girl reportah’s writing headline.”

“But our story will.”

“And how? Do ya think anyone gives a damn about a group of kids. We could starve and they would toirn a blind eye,” Spot crossed her arms, mirroring Jack. “What about the scabs?”

“We convince them to join the strike,” Davey explained. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but he hadn’t expected the laugh that came from the girl.

“Coinvince them to join? How long has ya been sellin’, Davey?” She turned her head a bit, almost mockingly. “Scabs will sell, no mattah what. That’s why them is scabs. Only way to stop them is a good ol’ soakin’.”

“We can’t beat up other kids.”

“Ya nevah been in a good fight, Davey. Never had to protect ya boys.” Spot shifted her weight a bit. “Brooklyn will join,” she then spoke, sparking a smile on Jack’s face. Davey could see the boys on the boxes moving around, almost confused. “But,” she started. Jack’s smile immediately dropped.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Not now,” Her eyes seemed to sparkle, like it was a simple game for her. “We will join when ya proved yousself.”

“What’cha mean?”

“Tomorrow, when ya go stop the wagons. Prove yousself. Show me ya won’t back down the second the bulls show up. I is not puttin’ any of mine boys at risk for this without some prove.”

“Ya can trust me, we won’t.”

“Prove it. Survive tomorrah and get Brooklyn’s help.” She had a smile on her face. Davey for the first time felt a pang of anger. She was smiling while she knew no one would help Manhattan now. They were depending on this, on them and she was smiling while declining them.

“Ya can leave now.” She said, waving her hand as a motion to go. “Tell Elmer Is said hey. He’s can come back if he wants to. He knows that.”

Jack had about a thousand cuss words in his head, but instead he turned around. “Oh, and says Hi to Race. We missed him today,” she called after them as the boys left

Spot watched them leave. None of her boys came in action before the Manhattan boys had left the docks.

“What do we now, boss?” Skittery asked, the first to jump off a box and walk towards her.

“We’s tell the other newsies the same. We don’t join no strike before they prove themselves.” She shrugged, sitting down on the box. “Send Snitch to Manhatten tomorrow early so he’s can keep an eye on what happens.”

“Anything else?”

“Get everyone back to woirk. Guests doesn’t mean ya can stop sellin’!”

[underopenskies]

Don’t Take The Girl 2/2

((Good golly, ya’ll freaked out over part 1 on Fonty’s channel. XD Didn’t like seeing Sky die, huh? Heheheh.

@fontsandsins

Hamish jolted up in bed, pressing his palm against his face tear stained face. He turned and looked down frantically once he realized where he was. Skylar slept peacefully at his side, her belly heavily swollen and shifting just faintly with Bella moving inside.

"Jesus." He breathed out.

He turned and looked at the clock on his bedside. 3AM. He wasn't getting anymore sleep after that. Hamish leaned down and pressed a kiss against Skylar's cheek and then slid out of bed. He found his jeans and slipped them on and pulled a jacket over himself. He walked out into the lounge and found the pack of cigarettes Skylar had stashed on a high shelf, and then shuffled around the room and grabbed the lighter from on top of the fireplace. He stuffed both of them into the jacket pocket and walked to the door, stepping into his boots and grabbing his keys.

He didn’t bother relocking the door after unlocking the door and stepping outside into the early morning. The air was cold, and he couldn't see much. He stepped off the veranda and started towards where he knew his truck was parked. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, placing it between his lips. He put the pack back into his pocket and grabbed the lighter, bringing it up to the cigarette and lighting it. He inhaled deeply, feeling the warm smoke fill him before he breathed the smoke out through his nose.

He walked around to the tray of the truck and opened it, finding the camping lantern and turning it on. He opened the hood off his truck and peered in at the engine. He made sure the hoses were tight before he took the lantern and fetched oil from the barn and made sure the oil tank was full.

He spent the rest of the morning out there, working on the truck until the sun began to paint the sky orange. He smoked through the entire pack of cigarettes. He had promised Skylar he would quit, but right now they where the only thing keeping him calm and his hands steady.

By the time the sky began to tinge towards pink, there was the creak of the front door opening and closing. Skylar came down the stairs, dressed in a night shirt and her boots, with a big mug of coffee in hand. She looked tired- she wasn't up this early any more- but awake enough to give him a loving smile. "Hey there, sweetheart. Looks like ya been up early." She balances the coffee cup on the massive swell of her belly as she makes her way over to him. Skylar sets it on the edge of the front of the truck, where it won't fall, and then offers him a lopsided grin as she leans against the side of the truck, and rubs a hand over her belly. "Did th' dogs wake ya again?"

She could smell the cigarettes from here. But, she said nothing. He had promised to quit- and if he felt the need to smoke enough to smell like that, then something must be bothering him. He would tell her in his own time though, when he felt ready.

Hamish was silent for a moment, staring into the engine. He tipped his head to look up at Skylar, and then turned and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing his face against her neck. "I'm sorry… I know I promised to quit, and I probably smell like shit...I'll have a shower, I just." His hands moved down to rub her belly, almost frantic and shaky in the motion. "I can't let anything happen to you. I can't live without you, Sky."

That... Had not been what she had been expecting. Skylar didn't fight his hold though, and simply shifted to take him into her arms. She cradled his skull to her neck, and rubbed it gently with one hand. Bella kicked at the hand rubbing at her home, the massive swell of her nearly due pregnancy not giving her a whole lot of room to move around. "I dunno what brought tha' on, Haz, maybe a bad dream, but ya ain't gonna lose me, sweetheart." She kissed the top of his head gently. "The shower can wait. Yeah, ya stink, but I love ya anyways an' I want ya t' feel better. Bella 'n I are gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

He let out a shaky breath and simply stood, clinging tightly to Skylar as the sun rose and warmed the breeze that blew over them. He was quiet the entire time, just feeling Skylar against him and his daughter between them; alive and whole and together, and not in his arms and dead in the back of his truck. They would be safe; he would make sure of it.

Skylar didn't fight his hold on her, and simply let him hold her as tight as he needed. She wouldn't break- she was tough. She rubbed his shoulders and nuzzled his skull and kept him as close to her as she could. Whatever had scared him so badly had been bad- and all she could do was offer him comfort in his time of need.

She did lean on him a little bit at a particularly nasty Braxton Hicks though. "Mm... Ya coffee is gonna get cold, sweetheart. Ya gonna need ya energy if ya gonna function t'day, or I'm gonna have t' go do all the chores an' muck th' stalls." She teased, trying to give him something else to focus on besides what had so obviously terrified him.

Hamish pulled back and smiled down at her. His smile had him looking more like he usually did. "There's no way; you march your sexy butt back inside." He cooed, kissing her forehead. He knew she didn't like kissing him when he smelled like cigarettes.

She rolled her eyes and tugged him down gently by the beard to kiss him on the mouth. Stinky or not, she loved him, and something had terrified him. He had been doing very well up until now- and she wanted him to know she loved him anyway. She even managed to keep the flinch out of her face at his taste. Blech. "If ya think my butt is sexy when 't waddles like 't does, then I think ya need t' get ya eyes checked." She laughed in good humor. "I'm going t' get dressed an' help keep an eye on ya. Lack of sleep ain't good, an' I'm too far along t' make th' drive t' town if ya shove a Pitchfork through ya leg by accident or something, without the stress making Bella show up a bit early." She nuzzles her nasal ridge to his. "I'll bring ya out something t' eat while I'm at it, okay?"

Hamish nodded and smiled wider. God he loved her; every inch. He picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip humming his happy approval at the taste.

She gave him a wink, and waddled back into the house. Skylar left a hand on her lower back as she used the railing to help heft herself up the front steps of the veranda​, and then disappeared into the house as she went to get dressed and make him something for breakfast.

It wasn't all that long before she was back out, dressed in shorts for the warm spring day, and a loose tank top that was about the same color as Hamish's eyes. She carried out a plate of eggs and toast, and paused at the steps. "Alright, handsome. Stop givin' the poor truck an invasive look about, an' come get ya breakfast."

Hamish wiped his hands off on his jeans and walked over to Skylar, taking the plate from her. He moved and sat down on the veranda steps.

He forked some of the food into his mouth and chewed, staring at the ground for a moment before looking up at Skylar. "I had a nightmare.” He admitted quietly. “You went into labor while we where driving. The truck broke down and there was no signal.." He swallowed hard. "Bella's horn got stuck… there was just...blood everywhere, so much blood, and… you died Sky." He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and let out a shaky breath, covering it up by shoving more food into his mouth. He struggled to get it down past the lump in his throat.

Her mouth popped open with a small sound, and she made a soft sound. It took effort to ease herself down onto the steps with him. Getting down this low while being this big wasn't easy-going and there was no chance she was getting up without help- but she settled down and scooted closer to bump her horns gently to his shoulder. "Well... I can understand why ya we're so freaked out then. That sounds like a real scary nightmare, Haz. A really, really scary nightmare." She nuzzles his shoulder while he eats. "I'm not denying that it couldn’t happen, but the chances o' it happening are astronomical. We're gonna be careful, an' there's no dead zones for ya phone signal between here and town." She reassures gently. "I'm not gonna die until I'm old and creaky, Haz." She rubs his thigh gently. "Besides- if my Ma can handle having me, I think I can handle having our daughter." Vera was a lot smaller and more petite.

He nodded. "Suppose I'm just… worried. Baby havin’ is...beautiful and wonderful… but like everything, it's dangerous… I just… I took me this many years to find such a beautiful wife… to make a beautiful family. I don't every want to lose this."

“And ya ain’t gonna lose it, sweetheart.” She butts his shoulder gently with the flats of her horns. "That's why we have a midwife comin' t' make sure everything goes smoothly." She smiles up at him gently. "If anything goes wrong, she can step in and help- and she did say ya could call on her any time ya thought something was goin' wrong with me, or any time ya thought labor was starting, didn't she? Don't worry so much- after the third or fourth baby, you're gonna be a pro at deliverin' them. It won't be quite so scary. Ya ain't gonna lose me- not until I'm old and creaky and we're both ready t' go."

He chuckled and nodded. "I was actually gonna suggest maybe… having her just come and stay with us two weeks before your due until Bella comes… I don't mind paying her extra for it… I just… I don't wanna risk anything happening when she's not here." He said, forking more food into his mouth.

"Mm... Can we afford it?" She tilts her head quietly and peers up at him lightly. "I... Honestly wouldn't mind the help around the house." She gives him a sheepish smile. She didn't tend to complain any- but house chores were... Well, a harder chore than they used to be. And she didn't like to bother him to help her with them, since he did all of the outside ones. Yes, he let her watch, but help? Nope. She got to feed the chickens if she was lucky.

Hamish chuckled. "Sky, I lived on my own for 40 years, I can afford a new house, two cars and a fishing boat." He laughed. "I always just lived simply because that's what I liked, so we're sittin’ on a bit of a fortune babe, we can more than afford it."

She laughed and gently bumped his arm. "I hadn't realized ya had that much. Golly." She'd had a lot of house expenses living with her mother and brothers- and after losing her dad, it had taken a big toll on her personal funds. She probably could buy a car now- maybe a car and a half. Sixteen years wasn't enough to build up what she had before. "I ain't got that much- but I had t' start my savings completely over sixteen years ago. I guess if we can afford t' pay her, then I don't mind it, sweetheart. It'd be nice t' have help around the house. Bending over makes Braxton Hicks worse. And then I get stuck."

Like the one day she'd had to sit down to fetch one of her socks- and had been stuck there until Hamish came in to use the bathroom a couple hours later.

Hamish chuckled and finished up his meal. He stood up and held his hand out for Skylar to help her up. "We can call her later and work out a date for her to come up." He said.

She took his hand, and let him help haul her up. She took a moment to balance, and then gave him a lopsided smile. "Probably sooner rather than later. We're down to the last month- and she could be here any time between now n'... Well, my due date. Anyways, let's go put that in th' kitchen, an' get t' work on chores. An' I want none o' your lip about me following you around today. You're gonna be tired, and I wasn't joking about ya stabbing ya leg an' the risk o' me driving."