5 Works by Scion13
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S Tier doesn't know what being "sick" is and D Tier uses it to their advantage. Just some fun fluff. Enjoy.
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I Can Do It Myself (But You Don't Have To) by Scion13
Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies (1992)
02 Apr 2019
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“Really, Al, I can get up on my own.”
Albert shrugged, “I know you can, Crutch. Just helping.”
Crutchie frowned again at that. He expected this kind of reaction from Jack but the newsies leader was back at the boarding house with the flu. Nothing serious, but certainly miserable. Still, Crutchie didn’t know what to think of the fellas being all overbearing on him. Did Jack put them up to it?
“Well, thanks then.”Also known as when Race finally explains to Crutchie that friendship isn't about whether or not you can do something. It's about making sure you never have to do it alone.
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Katherine has a conversation with Race about why Jack won't talk about his time in the refuge. Sometimes what hurts us the most isn't the scars but the regrets.
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Politzer can put up with a lot in his life. Losing the strike, fine. Hiring the obnoxiously haughty Jack Kelly as a cartoon artist, great. But when Jack starts to gain a reputation for his uncanny ability to predict the weather, well Politzer has questions and they lead to one surprising answer: Crutchie.
Also known as a super happy fluffy fic where Crutchie gets the recognition he deserves as a way to apologize for my last fic.
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They've done it. The Newsboys of New York have won the strike and shut down the refuge. Jack goes personally with Rosevelt to see it done and bring Crutchie home. However, Jack finds it is all too little too late.
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"Then a cough rang above the voices, a cough Jack would have known anywhere, and his eyes immediately landed on a cuddled up ball on one of the top bunks. His smile faded as the coughs continued, and he carefully stepped around the other boys to reach the bunk with the shivering lump, “Crutchie?”
Jack tentatively put a hand on the boy’s back, and the blankets shuffled revealing quizzical blue eyes, “Jack?”
The older boy’s smile lit up again, albeit a little more forced. “Ya, course it’s me! What, ‘ave ya gone stupid while’s I was gone?” he joked, but the laugh faltered in his throat as Crutchie uncovered his face."
Sorry, I don't know how to do summaries.