Disclaimer- I don not own Swing Kids characters or names, I just own Billie and Beth.  I don't own the songs either they belong to the musical Chicago.

Ok, just saw Swing Kids and I started this fiction.  If I got anything wrong on the history please tell me and I apologize now.  I'm fascinated by WW2 and I tried to make this story accurate.  

Enjoy.

Ever since Peter had been taken Thomas had been haunted with horrible visions of his death.  He didn't know if Peter had died, but it was what he believed would happen.  Thomas needed to be in the club, just one more time, just to remember what it was like with his friends.  To be a Swing Kid again, at least for a little while. 

            Thomas entered the Bismarck and heard the up beat tempo of the latest swing music.  He felt that old power he had when he was dancing surge back through him again. 

            He glanced up at the stage at the girl playing trumpet and at the girl singing.  The singer was gorgeous.  Her dark red hair wisped gracefully around her face and her bright green eyes stared out at the crowd, her olive skin had a smile playing on it.  The dress she wore added to her womanly figure, form fitting, a complementing baby blue and knee-high.   He began walking toward the stage as she began singing:

            Come on babe why don't we paint the town

            And all that jazz

            I'm going to rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

            And all that jazz

            He then noticed that several boys were surrounding the front of the stage, obviously entranced by her.  Thomas shook his dark blond head and laughed as he sat at a corner table.  Some spectators were giving him despising looks; they knew him as an H.J. 

            "Hello," the female voice made him jump.  He looked to see the trumpet-playing girl in front of him.  The song had changed and the singer had left the stage. 

            "Hello, and you are?" he asked.  She resembled the singer, except her hair was light red and short, near her shoulders, her skin was paler, and her eyes were brown.  Her figure was more athletic, also, broader shoulders, wider hips, the dress did make her seem feminine, pale green with blue and yellow flowers dotting it.   

            "Billie," she answered. 

            "I'm Thomas."

            "Would you like to dance?" she asked.  This apparently wasn't frightening for her like it was for other girls.  Most were scared to ask any boy to dance.  Thomas considered the request and then nodded.  Billie smiled as she took his hand and led him to the floor.  Even thought Thomas hadn't danced for months he still had the flare for cutting a rug.  Billie was very good also, swinging her hips and spinning.  After the upbeat tune was finished another song, slower this time, was heard. 

            I don't care about expensive things

            Cashmere coats diamond rings

            Don't mean a thing

            All I care about is love

            That's what I'm here for

            As hard as he tried Thomas could not draw his gaze from Beth and her beauty.

            "It's rude not to look at who you're dancing with and concentrate on their sister," Billie said coolly.

            "But she's so beautiful," he replied before he could stop himself.  Billie stopped dancing, turned on her heel, and left.  "Wait!"  Thomas went after her.  He exited the club and saw her heading west, toward Santa Fe, but that's a different story.  "Billie!"  He ran and caught her, making sure she stopped.

            "I know my sister is prettier then me, but you don't have to be so obvious about it," she hissed. 

            "I'm sorry, let me walk you home," he pleaded.  Billie nodded and she began guiding him in the general direction to her house. 

            "Why were you the only H.J. here?  Don't they like swing music?" she asked abruptly.

            "How'd you know?"

            "Short hair, walking like your in the army, it's quite obvious," she answered.

            "No, the H.J. does not like swing music, do you have something against the H.J.?" Thomas asked, maybe he could report something tomorrow at school. 

            "You kill innocent people, you betray your family and friends, and you deliver the ashes of the people you claim to protect, other then that no," she replied.

            "Are you talking about the Jews?" he stopped her by a Jewish storefront.

            "Yes," Billie answered.  Thomas couldn't help but be attracted to this fiery redhead, who was a little too loud.

            "But they are just Jews, they leave us on the street, you never see a poor Jew," he said bitterly.

            "That's because they are smart businessmen, and we would leave them on the street, you can't deny that."  Billie was getting really into this.

            "Ok, calm down," Thomas whispered putting a hand on her shoulder and the other on her lips. 

            "I'm sorry, just never mind," she smiled at him as heavy pelts of water came down.  Thomas ran under the overhang of the shop by them but Billie stayed in the rain and began spinning. 

            "What are you doing?" Thomas laughed.

            "Having fun!  Come on, try it!" she called.  She held out her hands and he took them.  The water pelted their heads and bodies as they spun and danced, trying to escape the falling water.  The ground was slippery and Billie was unstable at one point, falling into Thomas potent arms. 

            "Are you alright?" he asked, steadying her and bending down to look into her eyes.

            "Hmm," she nodded smoothing her fleeting hair.  She heard something splash behind her and turned to see a boy running down an alley.  She looked back at Thomas and saw him looking after the boy.

            "That was a Jew," he muttered. 

            "What did he do to you?" Billie asked.  Thomas looked at her.  She looked stern and strangely older then she normally appeared.  

            "Nothing," Thomas rolled his eyes and looked at the puddle-ridden ground.  "Better get you home, I'm sure your parents are worried."  He took her hand let her lead him to her home. 

            Her house was an apartment near where Peter lived.  It was red brick with white trimmed windows and five stories tall.  He stood with her on the front steps as the rain lightened. 

            "Well, I guess this is goodnight, I'll see you some other time," Thomas said. 

            "Goodnight," Billie whispered.  Thomas and her stood there for quite sometime just looking into each other's eyes.

            "Just kiss her already!" a voice came from their right.  They both looked to see Beth with her head out the window laughing hysterically.

            "Beth!" Billie exclaimed, blushing a deep red. Beth put her head back in the window, laughing her butt off. 

            "We should listen to her, she's smart," Thomas said.

            "She's not going to live to see the morning."  Thomas lifted Billie's chin with his fingers and pulled her face closer to his.  She smiled and leaned in.  As soon as their lips met Thomas felt all the hate he felt for everyone melt away.  Ever since Peter had been taken he'd felt hatred for everyone.  Now, it was gone, he was happy. 

            Billie lapsed into what seemed like somewhere new, somewhere she was 99.9% sure she'd never been before.  This place was great, you can tell everything in his kiss.  Before now she'd been uptight and genuinely scared of Thomas, now she was relieved and glad that he was here now. 

            As Thomas broke the kiss he held Billie close to him and she laid her head on his shoulder.

            "When can I see you again?" he asked.             

            "Tomorrow?" she said.

            "Yes, tomorrow, at the docks, is that alright?"

            "Uh-huh." 

            Thomas left her on her porch smiling.  She watched him walk away before going in and sitting on her bed. 

            "So?  Who is he?" Beth asked, coming in the room and jumping on her sister's bed. 

            "His name's Thomas," Billie said simply.

            "Come on, tell more!" she exclaimed.  Billie smiled wickedly and lay down.

            "I'm a little, maybe tomorrow," she gave a fake yawn.

            "No you don't! Weibchen!*" Beth hit her with a pillow.

            "Fine," Billie answered, sitting back up.  "Ok, well me and him danced, fought, walked home, played in the rain, and then kissed.  That's all."

            "He's really cute, for a guy," Beth said.  Beth was a lesbian.

            "I know, I'm meeting him tomorrow."

            "Good."

            "He's an H.J."

            "You're an idiot."  Beth hated H.J., more then she hated anybody, except for Hitler.

            Thomas ran up the stairs to his room.  His dog Rif jumped at him when he entered his room and sat on his desk chair. He grabbed his journal from its place and began writing.  This journal was mostly written in for reports, but he wanted to write his feelings down.  His head told him to report Billie, but that pesky thing called a conscious was telling him not too.

            Oct. 25, 1940

            I met a girl named Billie.  She's confusing my loyalty to the fier.  I should report her sympathy for the Jews, but she's just so, I don't know, we just clicked.  She is beautiful, but nothing like her sister Beth.  She is gorgeous.

            Thomas put the book down and ruminated on Beth.  'I wonder if she's like Billie.  Put her beauty with Billie's personality and you'd have perfection' he thought.

I hope you liked this first chapter.  I'm working on the second chapter.  It should be up soon.  R&R

Bye!

Kristan

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