Request: Could you do a Darcy one shot? Where the reader is Crutchie's sister and she freaks out when Crutchie is taken to the Refuge.

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Warnings: None

A/N: Wow i've been postponing publishing for this for so long i've had a draft for like two weeks already!!!!!!

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To say (Y/N) was freaking out was an understatement.

Could you blame her, though? Her brother had been beaten with his own damn crutch and taken to the Refugee - all because the newsies wanted to protest against Pulitzer's unjust new prices. Her mind swarmed with thoughts of what they could be doing to her poor brother in there, and it was driving her nuts.

And this was rather obvious to the other newsies, too. Her hair was messy and stuck up in every direction, she hasn't washed her face in two days, and she hasn't slept much, leading to dark eyebags. Her left eye had gotten soaked when she tried to protect Crutchie, and so it was dark and bruised. She had drank a considerable amount of coffee, too, so she was overall very jittery and jumpy.

All of the newsies were terribly worried for her. She and Crutchie were their own small, tight knit family. Without Crutchie, (Y/N) had no reason to keep trying - though she knew she had to, because quitting wouldn't do Crutchie any good.

So, when Jack came to tell her Brooklyn wasn't going to be joining the strike, she knew she had to do something. So, this brings us to the present moment - (Y/N) was sprinting through the brooklyn streets, her fists clenched. It was after hours, and none of the others knew where she was.

But frankly she didn't care. She was going to march right up to Spot Conlon and tell him what's what. Taking a deep breath as she approached the Brooklyn lodging house, as well as smoothing out her pants, she realized this may be a tougher task then anticipated.

Frankly, though, she couldn't give a damn. She stormed in, uttering two words to the 'intimidating' boys.

"Where's Conlon?" She growled, crossing her arms across her chest. A few of the boys looked nervous, but most of them just looked slightly annoyed if anything. (Y/N) brushed this off and followed the pointing of a younger newsies finger to a secluded room at the left side of the lodging house.

Now, let's skip over a few hours later - (Y/N) emerged from Spot's room, a triumphant grin on her face. She thanked the boys in there and ran out to the direction of The Bronx - she was ready to tell them that the self proclaimed king of Brooklyn had agreed to the strike, and so they should too.

Little did she know, Race was following her as she went through all the five boroughs, smiling like a proud father.

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Around two weeks later, the strike was nearing its end. The newsies had a plan, and it was a good one too. This plan would change things once and for all, no doubt. But, for this plan, (Y/N) was to meet two very interesting boys.

"(Y/N), meet Bill and Darcy." Jack, Katherine's new beau, introduced her to them. (Y/N) bit her lip slightly, not trusting of these strangers. "Theyse gonna help us with the strike." He smiled, ruffling (Y/N)'s hair - the two were like siblings. (Y/N) smacked his hand off, still in a sour mood from a letter Crutchie had sent.

In reality, though, she didn't trust these boys. They had nice clothes, were well kept, and looked like they had never been hungry a day in their lives. How could they genuinely care about their small cause?

Darcy, meanwhile, was kinda shook. When he thought of a newsie, he thought of a teenage boy older than him, with raggedy clothing and constant flirting. He certainly didn't think of beauty in its truest form - a diamond in the rough, as the books called it - and he certainly didn't expect a beautiful girl to be one.

"I-I'm Darcy!" He squeaked, sticking out a hand for her to shake. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering something about having to help Race find his cigar. Bill walked off too, after being called by Kathrine to help with something. Darcy frowned, upset this girl wasn't as kind as he wished.

"Aye, don't take it poisonally." Jack reassured the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Darcy raised an anxious eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, adjusting his glasses by pushing them up the bridge of his nose. Jack chuckled to himself - he wasn't stupid, and he saw how Darcy was hoping (Y/N) would be a bit kinder.

"I mean," He began, an anxious expression crossing his face, "(Y/N).. she's a good person. Very caring, she stops by the orphanage to help with them kids. She's havin' a rough time.. remember that crippled kid that I told you about - the one taken to the Refuge?"

Darcy nodded sadly, realizing this was probably her boyfriend or something. What confused him, though, was why he was sad over this - he had just met this girl, for christ sake! Why was he already upset?

"That's ha' brother, and she's doin' whateva' she can ta' get 'im out. She even went to da' otha' boroughs and got them on our side." He explained to the younger boy, who was befuddled by this girl's actions.

Maybe she was better than he originally thought!

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Around a week later, the strike was over, and Crutchie was home in one piece. The newsies had won, and thus so had Darcy, Katherine, and Bill. Everyone's morale was high, and Darcy was even more infatuated with (Y/N) - who had become what he would call a 'friend' to him. The more they talked, the more they realized they had in common - they were just kids who didn't want to be forced into the world their parents had made.

Race was finishing up telling Crutchie about what (Y/N) did by convincing the other boroughs, and he was touched. He excused himself from the lodge and went out to find her - she insisted on selling that day, even though it was sunday.

So, through the streets he went, on his way to her selling spot - a street corner by the school and Jacobi's that brought in plenty of customers to buy her papes. Jack had assigned her there years ago, and she hasn't switched spots once.

When he arrived there, though, he didn't see (Y/N) alone - she was talking to somebody. A boy, more or less, in nice clothing with glasses and a hat. From what Crutchie could gather, this was probably Darcy, based on the description. (Y/N) had mentioned him vaguely before when she was patching up Crutches wounds.

He took a closer look at (Y/N) and Darcy speaking. His gaze flicked from (Y/N), to Darcy, and back and forth.

He couldn't hear them well, but he did hear Darcy mention something about sandwiches, along with something about (Y/N) going with him somewhere that evening - a date, mirrorless. Crutchie turned away from them swiftly and surely so he wasn't seen.

And he smiled as he walked off, knowing what his sister had found.

Love.