Title: Me Liddle Dragon

Author: Stage

Rating: PG

Pairing: Snoddy/Swifty

Status: Complete

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Archive: STN

Summary: After a nasty game of stickball, Swifty sprains his ankle and Snoddy has to carry him back. On the way there, the Delancy brother’s interference reveals some dormant feelings.

Disclaimer: I own neither newsies.

Opening Comments: ::grumbles:: This *was* an original idea/pairing for a while and I was waiting to finish it up. But now Neffie’s tapped into the pairing and it isn’t original anymore. XD XD

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“Easy, easy…come on…almost dere.” Snoddy coaxed the boy leaning heavily on him forward. “It’s jist a liddle more.”

“Ow! Snoddy! It hoits!” Swifty cried out, in reference to his throbbing and rapidly swelling ankle. “I ain't gonna make it! Stop walkin’!”

“Cut it out, ya big baby. We’s only got a few more blocks ta go!”

“I can't walk on it! It hoits! You wanna try walkin’ ‘cross Manhattan wit a broken ankle? IT HOITS, I’S TELLIN’ YA!”

“Oh, foine,” Snoddy yanked Swifty closer (who blushed furiously) and scooped him up into his arms. “Dere. Ya happy now, baby?”

Swifty looked scared as he clutched Snoddy around the neck tightly. “Jist don’t drop me.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Snoddy teased, pretending like he was losing his grip on the young Asian man. “Whoops! Oh, watch out! Careful!”

“SNODDY!” Swifty squawked, cutting off Snoddy’s air supply with his tight clutch. “Don’t. Do. DAT.”

“Swifty—can't—breathe!” Snoddy gulped down air when Swifty removed his iron grip. “Gawd. Youse such a wuss.”

“Shaddup,” Swifty grumbled. “Youse da one dat broke me ankle.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“ ‘Sorry’ ain't gonna fix me foot, now is it?”

“It was an accident.”

“Pretty convenient accident, dontcha t’ink? Youse losin’ at a game a’ stickball and suddenly I trip ovah ya conveniently located foot.”

“Why don’t you shut da big mouth a’ yours already?” Snoddy grumbled. “You know what dey say, ‘A Chinaman’s mouth could swallow da eoith’.” [1]

“Ain't you a smart one.”

“Why don’t ya bite me, Swifty?” Snoddy grumbled again. “OW! I didn’t mean literally!”

“Den why’d ya say it?”

“It’s an insult, smart-ass.”

“Youse da smart-ass.”

“Great comeback.”

“You too, bonehead.”

“Well, well, looky what we got heah. Da loveboids.”

Snoddy turned around to face the owner of the voice and scowled. “What d’you want, Oscah? Ya stupid bum.”

“What’d ya call me, street rat?” Oscar snarled.

“Ya hoid me.”

“Snoddy, I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t start a fight when youse carryin’ me.” Swifty stated.

“Bettah listen ta ya goilfriend.” Oscar growled, pushing Snoddy.

“Why don’t ya go soak ya head in da East Rivah, huh?” Snoddy snapped. He yelped when his ear was pinched and tugged painfully. Snoddy grimaced and rolled his eyes to look at the new attacker. “I shoulda know dat you wouldn’t a’ come wit out ya ape of a bruddah.”

“What’d you call me?” Morris snarled, twisting Snoddy’s ear.

“OW! Cut dat out!”

“Make me.”

“Oh, I’s’ll make ya!” Snoddy roared, dropping Swifty and turning to bury his fist in Morris’ nose.

Swifty yelped in pain as he crashed to the cobblestones and he rolled over, clutching his injured foot. He gritted his teeth against the pain and made a metal note to break Snoddy’s foot. Or push him off the fire escape…whichever opportunity came first.

“What's da mattah wit you? Ya a gimp?” Oscar demanded, looking down at the curled-up Swifty. He nudged him. “Ehy. Get up.” Oscar kicked him and Swifty hollered in mixed offence and hurt. “Get up and fight, ya lazy bum!”

“Ehy, leave ‘im alone!” Snoddy yelled, tackling Oscar.

“Defendin’ ya goilfriend?” Oscar sneered as they wrestled on the cobblestones.

“Ya damn roight I am!” Snoddy snapped, struggling wildly as Morris jumped into the scuffle. “Give up now, ya Delancy bums! I’ll soak ya both if I have ta!”

Swifty watched in utter bewilderment as the brawl continued and Snoddy held his own. He eventually stood up (wiping the blood away from the corner of his mouth), glaring down in disgust at the unconscious Delancy brothers. Snoddy walked over to Swifty and bent over, holding out his arms.

“Ya alright, dere, Swift?” he asked, a smile in place of the glower.

Swifty gently touched the black eye he had gotten. “Dat looks painful. Maybe Kloppman has some ice ‘e could put on dat.”

“Ya foot foist.” Snoddy replied. “C’mon, I’ll carry ya da rest a’ da way.”

“Didja mean dat?”

He blinked. “Mean what?”

Swifty ducked his head. “Nothin’…”

“About defendin’ ya?” Snoddy gently tipped Swifty’s chin up. “I meant every woid.”

Swifty’s arms went around Snoddy’s neck as the brunette kissed him tenderly. His eyes fluttered shut and a small sigh came from his lips. Swifty opened his eyes back up when Snoddy pulled away and gently touched his cheek. He smiled and pulled Swifty back into his arms. “Let’s get ya home, me liddle dragon.”

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[1] That’s a quote from the short play, “Dance of the Railroad”.

Closing Comments: ^^ I just got back front eating at Joe’s Crab Shack…and ooooooh, our waiter was a CUTIE! ^________^