Fire and Ice | By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 3927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Well the 4th of July has passed with no incidents, so I am back to write again. I have had days to mull over exactly how I want to proceed due to internet outages, thunderstorms and computer problems. As much as I have been debating over this I think I have this chapter pretty well figured out. I am hoping this will give you a better idea of where this story is going to go. I will say, again, this is definitely AU. Johnny and Pony do not kill Bob, so no Jay Mountain and thus no deaths. However Johnny has been jumped but not as badly as he was in the book. You’ll find out why soon. Now for the usual warnings and disclaimer: I do not claim to own the Outsiders so if you try to sue me the only thing you’ll get is the moths in my wallet. Now this is a slash story, though how you could have gotten this far without figuring that out I will never know. A special thanks to my readers and reviewers. Hopefully you like this chapter. As always please R&R. Thanks.
Chapter 7- A Reason to Cry
*Johnny’s POV*
We were sitting quietly, just enjoying the silence and each others’ company. Pony and I looked up quickly when Dally muttered something about running to Buck’s ‘cause he forgot something and he’d be right back. We watched as he walked away, strutting confidently down the street until he passed out of our sight.
We listened to the birds singing for a while, unaware of the passing of time. I didn’t know how long had passed before we heard the throaty purr of a high powered engine coming down the street. I knew the sound of the engine wouldn’t be one of our own for our neighbourhood can’t afford the upkeep of such an engine. Our side of town usually had cars that would miss, spit and sputter or clatter down the street. Knowing this, I just knew we were in for trouble.
I looked up to see a blue Mustang heading our way. When they pulled over and got out, walking towards us, Pony and I stood quickly.
Pony looked over at me with an anxious look on his face and said, “Johnny, go get some help. Find Dally or get Steve or Soda, but go quickly.” He pushed me slightly, and knowing I didn’t want to leave him there he pushed me harder and told me to go.
I ran, as fast as I could, down the lane looking for Dally or someone I knew. I didn’t hear footfalls behind me, so they weren’t following, but in this case it’s not a good thing.
I was just about to think my luck was out when I saw a familiar figure walking down the street. I barreled towards him and he looked at me startled.
“Johnny what are you doing? Where’s Ponyboy?”
“Dally quickly. He’s..at the lot….socs…3 of ‘em..told me to find you.”
I saw a flash of panic in his eyes before an icy cold rage filled them. He started running, me following closely behind him. We reached the lot in mere minutes, but when we got there I was stunned to see Pony down on the ground being pummeled by the soc boys.
Dally didn’t hesitate, throwing himself at them with a flurry of punches, knocking one out with a right hook that made a cracking sound when it hit. He turned to the other two, throwing punches at the dark headed one while the other boy took off running. It was over in seconds, two of the boys down on the ground and knocked out. After kicking the two a couple times, Dally turned around to kneel down by Pony.
I had his head in my lap, using my shirt to try to clean the blood off his face. His face was a mass of forming bruises and cuts, blood oozing freely out of them. When Dally pulled his shirt up I was horrified to see his chest and stomach mottled with the same treatment as his face.
Dally was swearing, his eyes had a wild look to them. Without a word he got up, sweeping Pony up into his arms and started walking as quickly as he could towards the DX.
The next few minutes were a blur, I was only conscious of my hurt friend in Dally’s arms. We finally reached the station, which was swarmed with girls as usual. I ran ahead of Dally to grab Soda, elbowing my way through the throng of his admirers.
I grabbed his arm, and when he looked down at me I said, “Soda come inside, please. We’re gonna need a ride, it’s an emergency.”
I pulled him along, dragging him into the building and, after he blinked a couple times to get used to the light change, he focused on the chair Dally had laid his brother in. His face drained of color when he saw how bad Pony was.
He walked over to Pony, kneeling down in front of him, and tried to get him to open his eyes. When that failed he asked us what had happened. Haltingly I told him, how Pony had made me run for help, running into Dally, everything. When I was finished he walked to the garage, coming out with Steve in tow. He walked to his car and brought it around, and Dally, who had gathered Pony into his arms again, placed him in the back seat and climbed in with him, pulling his head into his lap. I got into the front with Steve, and as soon as my door was closed, we were off with a squeal of tires.
The ride to the hospital was quick, and before I knew it, we had pulled up in front of it. Dally got out and carried his burden in. Orderlies gathered him up and put him on a gurney, wheeling him away and out of our sight. Sighing, we all sat down for a long wait, hoping that Pony would be alright.
Hours passed with no sign of a doctor, and pretty soon it was evening. When we looked up after 5 we saw Darry and Soda striding in, looking anxious. We shook our heads in a negative motion when they asked if we’d heard anything. Another hour passed and, hearing footsteps, we all looked up.
A doctor stopped in front of us, “Are you boys here for Ponyboy Curtis?”
Darry stood up, “I’m his eldest brother, sir. What’s wrong with him? Is he going to be alright?”
“Well, son, young Ponyboy took quite a beating today. He has numerous bruises, a broken wrist, two fractured ribs and numerous cuts, a couple of them needed stitches. Ponyboy woke up not long ago, but he’s not very coherent. We’ve given him some pain medication, so he’s a little out of it. He’ll be alright, with time, but he will need a lot of care for several weeks. We’ll be keeping him for a few days, to make sure he’ll be alright. You can see him, and one of you can stay with him tonight if you wish. He’s in room 206. If you have any questions just ask for Dr. Burns.”
We thanked him and walked down the aisle to Pony’s room. We filed in and were relieved to see him awake, though looking drugged. His face was a mass of bruises and bandages over his cuts. One of his eyes was swollen shut, his mouth had a split down the middle and a large purple bruise on his temple.
We spent two hours in the room with him before a nurse came in and told us visiting hours were over. Darry and Soda wanted to stay with Pony, but Dally stepped in and told them since they had to work and he didn’t that he’d stay. I knew from the way he kept looking at Pony that he was worried and he wanted to be alone with him for a while. Darry and Soda finally agreed and we left, leaving Dally settling in on the uncomfortable looking chair beside the bed.
*I figured this would be a good place to leave off. The next chapter will be Dally’s POV. I told you this was AU and now you see it REALLY is. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review. Until next time, dear readers.
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