I haven't drawn them in what feels like forever, but what in reality has likely only been a few weeks. I can't really tell anymore. But hey! First Jack of the year & trying out some new brushes<3
Hello! Could I possibly request a 1992 Javid fic, where the Delancey’s take David and that’s their way of getting Jack to sell papers and betray the Newsie strike? And when confronted Jack finally cracks and tells them that they have David and that he needs their help.
"Stupid little-"
Jack went on to call the Delancey's every single foul name and bad word he could think of. Not only did Pulitzer threaten to throw Davey and all of Jacks friends into the refuge, but the Delanceys had actually taken Davey and are holding him captive, just to make Jack scab and sell papers behind his friends back. He would have jumped the Delanceys if they wouldn't tell Weasel and get him in the refuge, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk Davey being thrown in the slam. He couldn't-
"Can I buy a paper, mister?"
A little boy had asked. For a second, Jack could have sworn it was Les, but then he realized Les wouldn't be out alone while his parents and sister were too busy trying to find David. That was another thing. Jack couldn't say a word of this to anybody, or the Delanceys would make it their problem to get him in trouble. Nonetheless the little boy rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a nickel, handed it to Jack and took a paper. Jack didn't even offer the little boy his change back, not because he was greedy, but because he wanted to stop selling already. He used to love selling, hawking headlines and all, but now that he was forced to, he couldn't find it any more amusing.
"Hey newsboy, gimme a pape"
Jack heard someone say right behind him. Jack sighed, but then turned around quickly, recognizing the voice.
"Spot"
"Kelly"
"What brings ya to 'hattan side?"
"Why ya selling papes, Kelly?"
"Need the money"
"Aw no kidding. I mean it Jacky-boy. Why ya gotta scab on the newsies?"
"None of ya business, Spot"
"I think I'm gonna make it my business."
Spot hit Jack's papers out of his hands and onto the ground, and when Jack bent over to pick them up, Spot grabbed his collar and dragged him to the Manhattan Lodging house.
"Let me go, Conlon"
"I don't think I will"
Spot brings jack upstairs where all the Manhattan newsies are gathered, with a few representatives from other boroughs.
"Well if it ain't Jack, or should I say Francis"
Racetrack pipes up, smoking his cigar at the sight of Jack walking in, recalling the events that happened a few days ago at court.
"Cmon I did that to protect myself"
"Are ya doing this to protect yourself too?" Blink sneers.
"Ya know you can tell us Jack.." Mush says in a soft voice, trying not to upset the already upset-looking Jack Kelly.
"Look, I had ta lie about my name because I don't know who I can trust-"
"OH so you can't trust us?" Spot asks, tightening his grip on Jacks collar.
"Ya know that's not what I meant, and besides, I ain't doin this for me. I'm doing it cause-" Jack stops himself.
He knows he can't say anything because if he does and the Delancey's find out, he's dead meat.
"Cause what?" Spot says, throwing Jack against a bunk, causing him to fall back onto the bed. You can trust them.
"Cause, Spot, The Delanceys took Davey. All of you's don't wonder why he hasn't been here in a while?"
The room had been silent the entire time, but now it seems as thought you could hear a pin drop.
"They're gonna do something to him. And I don't know what. So I gotta sell papes to make sure nothing bad happens ta him."
Spot opens the door and walks out, before turning around to face the others.
"Well are ya coming or not?"
They all scrambled to their feet, but then decided it would be better if only a select few went, so they divided, and off left Spot, Jack, Mush, Blink, Race, Specs and Skittery.
The sun had started setting by the time they had gotten to the distribution center, where Jack had been living the past few days, and where Weasel and the Delanceys spent their nights.
"You're home late, Kelly, had a long day selling them papes there?" Morris hissed from his bed where he lay with his hat over his face.
"Yeah, real long, Morris. Say, where's good ol' Wease?" Jack replied rolling his eyes, catching a glimpse of Davey resting in a cot in the corner.
"Went out to buy some bread, why? You gotta problem with something?" Oscar chimed in, a scowl sprawled across his face.
"No"
"But you're about to have one" Spot said, making his way out of his hiding place at the top of the stairs, twirling his pimp cane between his fingers with the other newsies following close behind.
"Hey who let em in!?" Morris jumped out of his spot in the bed and clenched his fists, until he saw how many newsies were behind Spot.
"Kelly did, dipshit"
By this time Davey had awoken, but stayed watching it all unfold from the cot. Morris was the first to strike, sending a punch to and unsuspecting Jack Kelly in the nose. It didn't hurt too bad but Jacks eyes water, only before he blinked back the tears and uppercut Morris back in the chest, where he stumbled back, clutching his chest and gasping fit air. Jack wasn't too sure what was going on, all he knew was him, Spot and Mush were taking on Morris and Oscar while the other boys took Davey out of the distribution center. Before he knew it, Weasel was attempting to separate the boys, and only successfully did so when Oscar accidentally sucker punched his uncle in the jaw, knocking him back.
"You'll pay for this Kelly! Back in the Refuge by tomorrow, I'll make sure of it!" Weasel growled, while helping Oscar tp his feet, Morris stumbling backwards to get up as the boys left, running to the lodge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gasping for breath back at the Lodging house, all the boys had a nice shiner on their faces, laughing and mimicking the Delanceys and Wease, before Jack felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks, Jack. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long before you came to save me."
"I certainly couldn't leave ya with them could I?"
Jack said, smiling wide while Davey embraced him in a hug.
"Get on outta here, your family's worried about ya" Jack said, ruffling Daveys hair.
I don’t know who decided fandom!Davey was shy and stuttery, but on his first day he corrected the Delancey brothers, rejected Jack, then continued to be the sass master for the rest of the show, but whoever you are, screw you.
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