So haven't decided yet whether this is gonna be a one-shot or if I'm going to embellish on this. Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas.
Johnny panicked as the two Socs held him down and the others were drowning Ponyboy. He was so scared he was shaking from head to toe. He wouldn't let these Socs hurt him again, wouldn't let them hurt Pony. He grabbed him knife from his back pocket and prepared stab one of the boys closest to him. Suddenly a streak of white and blue tackled the guy holding Johnny down. The new arrival punched the Soc in the face as hard as he could and then jumped up. He had a baseball bat which he used to smash the guy holding Pony under the water in the back of his knee. The guy cried out and fell to the ground holding his knee, letting go of Pony, who flopped onto the ground, gasping huge breathes of air into his deprived lungs. The new guy looked at Johnny and yelled for him to get the gang. He took off running. The other three Socs tackled the new guy to the ground but he was able to fight them off. He was holding his own until the first guy grabbed the dropped bat and hit the new guy right on the jaw. Just then Darry, Soda and Johnny came running into the park. Seeing that they were now outnumbered, the Socs hightailed it for their car. Darry ran to Ponyboy and was asking him over and over if he was all right. Soda ran over to the downed rescuer.
"I'm fine Dar," Pony asked pushing Darry off him; he was feeling a little crowded.
"I'm so sorry Pony. I didn't mean to hit ya," Pony looked at his brother only to discover tears in his brother's eyes.
"I know Dar," Pony said giving his brother a hug. Meanwhile Soda and Johnnny were checking on the mystery baseball batter.
"Austin, are you okay?" Sodapop asked Johnny and Ponyboy's savior. Austin groaned and sat up, gingerly rubbing his chin.
"No, I think he broke my mother ----- jaw!" Austin mumbled painfully. Soda helped the downed man back to the house, Johnny, Darry, and Pony right behind them.
Austin was Dallas's twin brother. He had the same blue piercing eyes and blonde hair. Just like his brother he liked to have his hair shaggy and long instead of short or greased. Though they were identical twins, Austin was everything his brother was not. Dallas was cold and unfeeling, Austin was jolly and loving. They had gone through the most of the same stuff growing up and while all of their terrible circumstances left Dallas cold and jaded, Austin didn't let it bother him. He loved the good stuff too much to let the bad stuff get him down.
Once the boys got back to the house Darry went and grabbed a pack of ice for Austin and ordered Ponyboy to get changed and go to bed.
"Damn rotten Socs, why can't they just stay on their side and leave us alone," Sodapop complained going to his room to check on Ponyboy.
"Johnny you stay here tonight okay?" Darry said bringing out some extra blankets for him, "You can stay too if you need Austin."
Austin grunted and grabbed a blanket. His jaw was killing him. He had been playing some baseball with some pals from Tim's gang and some school friends over by the school. They loved playing midnight baseball. Austin was going back to stay at the Curtis's house, when he heard a bunch of hollering from the park. He recognized Pony and Johnny's voices and booked it over there to give them a hand. Dallas and he had learned very young how to fight outnumbered. They fought dirty and they fought hard, both of them tough as nails. He saw the knife in Johnny's hand when he came running to help. The kid was scared as hell and like an animal trapped in a corner, he was going to fight back. Austin was just happy he had made it there in time to stop him from doing something he would regret for the rest of his life.
"Aussie, thanks. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't saved our asses back there," Johnny's sentence came tumbling out and Austin smiled at him and replied, "No problem kid, Dallas would kill me if anything happened to ya."
Austin let Johnny have the couch and he took the floor. Austin quickly fell asleep to the sound of Johnny breathing softly on the couch above him thanking God that he had gotten there in time.