Warnings: Soaking, slight homophobia
Third Person POV

Race felt himself being laid down on a bed.

It felt normal.

It felt like home.

He felt like he could just melt into the bunk, staying there forever.

Race lost all sense of time, most of his awareness and focus, but he felt a few things.

He felt his clothes get taken off. (Not his pants, nothing dirty.)

He felt pain when someone was treating his injuries, stitching his arm up, and wrapping his neck.

He felt pain when they'd wrap his chest, stomach, and shoulder as well.

He felt people holding his hands, some he recognized, like Jack, Davey, Spot, the twins (both sets (Higgins and Guzman)), Albert, Romeo, JoJo, and Elmer, and others he didn't.

He felt warm clothes get put on him, them feeling significantly bigger than his own clothes.

He felt a warm cloth on his head and other parts of his body.

He heard whispers and speaking, most of which he couldn't make out.

But best of all, he felt Spot kissing his forehead.

Race didn't know what happened after that, as he felt himself lose all awareness as he drifted into a world of sleep.

Spot looked at Jack as Race fell asleep. "Do we-"

Jack nods, stopping Spot since Spot got his answer.

They left JoJo and Specs with Race, while Albert and Finch followed them to Brooklyn.

It was time for some Queens Newsies to get a taste of their own medicine.

In Brooklyn

Before anyone said a word, Spot walked up to Spade and punched him in the face.

Caleb, who was leaning against a wall next to Spade, smoking a cigar, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "Ouch. That looked like it hurt."

Caleb shoots Spade a sarcastic smile, before handing the cigarette to his brother, who puts it in his mouth.

"Quick heads up," Albert starts, turning towards the Higgins twins.

The twins raise their eyebrows at Albert, gesturing for him to continue.

"Race has major PTSD, and cigarettes are on of the things that set of off, because of your father." Albert informs the two boys. "You can smoke cigars, but not cigarettes.

Carson immediately drops the cigarette from his lips, and Caleb smashes it against the ground with his shoe.

Carson brushes the dust off of his hands. "We'll remember that."

(A/N, Character development is wonderful :)

Albert nods, sharing a impressed look with Finch.

Spot grabs Spade by the jaw, snapping his head toward him.

"What?" Spade snarls. "You gonna kill me?"

"No." Spot chuckles, but there was no joy in it. "I'm going to send you to New Jersey after we rough you up a bit. After all, it's only fair and the Jersey boys have been looking for some entertainment."

Spade growls at him, as Spot drops his head.

Spade tried to hide his fear, however, Rock couldn't, or didn't try, to hide his fear.

"So, what's so bad about New Jersey?" Smalls questions, standing arms crossed next to Ace. "I mean, I've heard bad things about them, but I haven't heard exactly what's so bad about them."

Jack smirks. "The Borough in New Jersey that we're sending them to, Warren, is like the Brooklyn of New Jersey, only they soak horrible people for fun, stalling their pain so it's a bit like torture. We happen to be good allies with them."

"And," Carson starts, bending down to Spade's level. "If you have a problem with Gays, you can go tell the leader of Warren, Switchblade, and his BOYFRIEND, Jacob. I'm sure he'd like to know."

Caleb laughs at how Carson emphasizes 'boyfriend'.

Spade's face scrunches up in disgust. "That's disgusting."

Literally every person in a relationship there punched him. (Jack, Spot, Carson, Haste, Ace, Smalls, Hotshot, Red, Albert, Finch, Match, and Arrow.)

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Spot suggests.

Multiple people there nod, smirking.

As they walked to New Jersey

The only ones going to New Jersey were leaders. (And obviously Spade and Rock. Btw, they looked worse than Race.)

Spot, Arrow, Match, Pack, Caleb, Jack, and Carson.

Albert had wanted to, so had some others, but they all agreed that Albert needed to be there for Race, and Finch needed to be there for his boyfriend and best friend.

Ironically, they started singing 'Brooklyn's Here' on the way to New Jersey.

It was probably just to annoy Spade and Rock, and it seemed to be working.

Spot, Arrow, and Match: We'll kick you halfway to Queens!

"No thank you!" Caleb and Carson respond. "We don't want you here!"

The boys laugh.

"You can go to Manhattan!" Caleb grins.

Jack shakes his head. "Definitely not. These are two people Manhattan will not take."

They laugh.

A few minute later, they started coming upon Warren, New Jersey.

Switchblade stood with his boyfriend and a few other Newsies, waiting for them.

Switchblade had a smirk on his face and a piece of hay between his lips.

Switchblade was about average height. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He had tan skin and wore a shirt like Albert's. He dressed in mainly green and red, with black and brown.

His boyfriend, Jacob, looked a good bit like Davey, just not as tidy. It was clear he wasn't a Newsie. He was also a tad bit taller than Switchblade.

"What a wonderful day in May. A wonderful day for some new friends." Switchblade's eyes darkened. "It's crazy that I first heard about you last November, what took you so long to get here Spade, Rock?"

Spot smirks. "It seems they didn't really want to meet the infamous Jersey leader."

Switchblade chuckles, his chuckle having no emotion in it. "Well, that's too bad. We'll have to change that, won't we, boys?"

Spade turned to face Carson and Caleb. "Please guys, I'm your best friend-"

"You've lost that right." Caleb snarls, slapping him across the face. "You lost that a long time ago."

Spade looked helpless.

"Hefty, Slap, why don't you take out guests to their room?" Switchblade suggests.

The two boys nod, grabbing Spade and Rock.

Spade's attempt at trying to get away and just pleads got louder as he was brought into the building, whilst Rock stayed silent.

Switchblade chuckles again, spit shaking with the leaders.

When he got to the twins, he looked them up and down. "You the Queens leaders I've been hearing about?"

Caleb and Carson nod in unison.

"You," Switchblade points at Carson, "look like you'd be good with a blade, and you," he points to Caleb, "look like you'd be good with a gun."

The twins jaws drop to the floor.

Switchblade chuckles, spit shaking with Jack. "Hey there, Jacky-boy. Thanks for bringing them to me."

Jack nods.

"How bad are they?" Switchblade questions, leaning against the wall of the Lodge, arms crossed.

"Homophobic, tried to kill the Higgins siblings," Jack lists. "Kidnapped Race multiple times, manipulating, drugged him, among other things."

Switchblade nods. "How's the kid?"

"He's good." Jack smirks. "He's Spot's boyfriend."

Switchblade laughs, though this one had emotion (amusement). "The kid's got guts. I remember when you first mentioned how he met Spot. Tell him that he's always welcomed in Jersey."

Jack nods.

"He sleeping any better?" Switchblade lowers his voice.

Jack shakes his head.

Switchblade sighs, taking the piece of hay out of his mouth. "Poor kid."

"Wow, he must be special if he's making Switch take hay out of his mouth and actually show emotion," Jacob dramatizes.

Switchblade laughs. "He's a good kid. Been through a lot."

Jack nods.

"He's so much more than special," Spot mumbles.

Switchblade and Jack share a knowing smile.

"I'm surprised you two haven't given Spot 'the talk'" Switchblade comments.

Caleb shakes his head. "We don't deserve to. We've put him through more pain than Spot ever will. Spot's a good person, in ways, he won't ever hurt him."

Spot, Jack, and Switchblade smile.

Bonus

Spot lowers his voice as he walks next to Jack. "Hey- uh- thanks for not telling Switch that I also got kidnapped?"

Jack chuckles. "I wasn't going to do that to your reputation. I'm not that cruel.

Spot rolls his eyes, but smiles nonetheless.

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Here's the third chapter :) I like this one.