(A.N. I've had this story just sitting in my folders so i will start posting it. It will be multi-chaptered, but idk how many)

Summary: After the death of Dally and Johnny Pony starts to loose touch with reality. Who can bring him back after 5 years?

Ponyboy walked into the office with Sodapop at his side. Just a few days past the five year mark of Dallas Winstons Death.
"Mister Ponyboy Curtis, i presume?" a fat man asked, eyeing the 19 year old.
"Yes sir" Pony nodded. Sodapop watched the man eye Pony, just like someone would eye a race horse before buying it.
"Good, and you are Sodapop?" Soda nodded. "Grand, right this way boys"
They were led into another room. Soda wished Darry was here with them. Darry was working, it being a Wednesday afternoon.
After the death of Dallas and Johnny Pony began to focus on school. Until his16th birthday when he focused on school and work. He was very focused on those two things, rarely getting out and having fun. He didnt talk to his friends much, and when he did it wasnt for a long time. Soda and Darry worried about thier brother. But Pony seemed lost in school until he graduated. Now he works and spends his off time writting some story. He was dating for a bit until his terrible break up with a long time partner just recently.
Soda and Pony had taken off to report as the letter had said.
"I hate to announce this but Sandy Brenn died just last month"
"What!" Soda jumped up.
"Please, allow me to continue. You may ask questions when I finish" the man said holding a hand up. "Sandy was in a car accident. Her will had a list of things to be given. and included was the custody of her son." Soda shifted in his seat, slightly hoping it was him that got custody, even though it wasn't his kid. "The will stated Ponyboy Michael Curtis be given custody. The reasoning remains unsaid but it seems the son knows why. Any money is left in an account for the son"
"Why do you keep calling him 'the son'?" Ponyboy asked.
"I'm sorry. Nicholas. Nicholas was left with the money. And if you want him i need you to fill papers out now. If not i need you to fill something out stating you give custody over to the boys home"
Upon hearing boy's home Pony shot up.
"I will accept custody"
"Money will be sent every week much like child support" Pony felt this was irrelevant. Surprisingly all money Dally owned was given to him. The letter stating that Pony needed it more than any one. And Dally was loaded. He could have been a Soc. The letter also said it was from when his old man died, apparently his old man knew how to save.
"Grand!" Said the man. "Let me just get the papers ready" He stepped out for a moment.
"Are you sure, Pone? You sure you want to do this? You have work, and you will have to pay Darry more..."
"I have this handled. He can stay in my old room" After Dally died all the Curtis brothers switched rooms. Darry moved to their mom and dads room, Soda moved into Darry's and Pony moved to Soda's room. As the age got higher, the rooms got bigger.
"As long as you know what you are doing."
"Excuse me, Can I use the phone?" Pony asked as the man reentered the room.
"Of course, right here" The man offered the chorded phone. Pony dials a number and gets an imediate answer.
"Hello, can you move all your sister's things into my old room. I got a kid coming home with me" he pauses to listen to the other person and then laughs. "About five if i can count" again he laughs at the persons response. "Okay. It better be all set by the time i get home. I want it liveable"
"Okay, where's the papers" Pony turns to the man.


Pony didnt let anyone drive him anywhere since Dally's death. He refused any ride, walking everywhere until he had his licences. He got a car three months after that, having a part time job at the DX after school. Buck also hired him to help clean on Sundays, after the weekend of parties.
Pony didnt really get paid to work with Buck, seeing as the older man took him out to dinner or lunch after, its not like he needed the money.
The boy sat in the passanger seat of Pony's truck. The seat had a small plastic thing made for little kids to sit in. The light haired boy was seated in it. His eyes were a green, kind of like Pony's, but brighter, and more of a hunter green. And he had light blonde hair like his mother.
"How old are you?" Pony asked, trying to make conversation.
"Four" the boys voice was high and cute. It made the Greaser melt.
Greaser had taken to be a lable for a style, over a rivalry thing in the past years. After the rumble and Dallas/Johnny dying the Soc's and Greasers didnt really fight much. But the far and few fights were over within a day.
"Thats tuff" Pony nodded.
"How old are you?" the kid asked.
"19."
"Tuff" he mocked Pony's voice.
"What do people call you? Nick, Nicholas...?"
"My mommy called me Nikki when I was good. My aunt and the other kids at school called me Nick. And when I am bad they say 'Nicholas Shaynee Curtis...'"
"Shaynee is your middle name?" Ponyboy seemed surprised.
"Yep, mommy said it was the same as my uncle."
"It is. Uncle Darry. His name is Darrel Shaynee Curtis jr"
"Wow, mommy said she liked that name"
"i bet. she used to tell Sodapop that."
"Sodapop seems sad." Nick says.
"We're almost home. Ready to meet all your uncles?"
"No!" Nick gripped onto Pony's arm, his other hand on his teddy bear.
"Dont worry, i'll protect you."
"Promise?" Nick looked up into his green-grey eyes.
"Promise" Pony said, placing a quick kiss on the boys forehead as he took the keys out of the ingition.

To Be Continued...

-AndrewStorm