Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 89 - Jack, Crutchie and Race (Pt. 1)

Time-Travelling Newsies (Pt. 1)
Ship - Jack, Crutchie and Race (brotherly)
Era - Modern
Triggers - Fighting, injuries and crying.

Jack ran as fast as he could through alleyways in an attempt to shake off the pair of brothers chasing him. Upon reaching a dead end, he cursed loudly and tried to run back the way he'd come, cursing even more when he realised he was cornered.

"Fellas, come on. We can work something out," Jack tried bargaining.

"Not gonna happen, Kelly. Your kid didn't pay for all his papes so you gotta pay."

"Look, I told you I ain't got the money but I'll pay you after selling tomorrow."

"That's too late," Oscar snarled. "If you ain't gonna pay us, we need to take the money from you ourselves."

Jack dodged the first punch that came at him but as he was moving, another came into the side of his head.

Taking the opportunity of Jack being momentarily stunned, the brothers came onto Jack with non-stop hits. In less than two minutes, he was curled up on the ground and trying to protect his head from being hit.

Despite all his attempts to stop the flurry of kicks and punches, a kick to the back of the head left him fighting for consciousness.

"Come on, get his money," Morris instructed Oscar. "All of it."

Jack distantly heard the instruction but was barely able to move his fingers, let alone try and stop them taking his money.

After Oscar and Morris left, leaving Jack on the dirty ground, Jack fought to stay awake but it was in vain as he soon lost the fight and fell asleep.

~~~

"Toni, can you take the trash out while I run this ensemble scene one last time?" Medda asked her youngest son. "Charlie's helping with lights so you'll need to make a couple trips."

"Sure, Momma."

Race found it quite handy to have his mother run the theatre department in his school and own a theatre. It meant that he could spend his time doing what he loved and have his mother support him. The only downside was that he had to do quite a lot of chores around the theatre.

While the bags were heavy as he swung them onto his shoulder, he was just happy he didn't have to clean the bathrooms.

He was about to swing the bag into the bin outside when he saw a body on the far side of it.

"Momma," he screamed. "There's a person out here."

Medda came rushing out of the theatre when she heard her son screaming.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.

"There's a person," Race pointed out. "He looks like he's in bad shape."

Medda looked around and gasped when she saw the body. "Help me lift him up and we'll bring him inside, okay?"

Race nodded and held one of the boy's arms over his shoulder as Medda held the other as they lifted him up.