OK so I got the idea for this a while ago and I was debating putting it on here, but since you're reading it I'm guessing it gets posted. Right here I'm just going to explain what this is. I'll write the first chapter for some Outsiders stories and you guys can review and tell me which story I should write and what to call it.

Story 1

"It's for you, Dally," Darry said as he answered the phone. Dally slowly got off the couch and took the phone.

"Hello?" he said. Dally was quiet for a long time and the gang shared a nervous glance.

"Darry?" Dally asked after he hung up. "Could you take me to the hospital?"

"Sure," Darry said as the gang grew increasingly nervous. "But you hate the hospital. You sick?"

Dally shook his head. "My little sister is hurt. I need to go there for her," he said.

"You have a sister?" Steve said. "Is she hot?"

Dally looked like he was about to kill Steve. "She's fifteen," he growled out. "She got jumped and someone pulled a gun on her."

Darry grabbed the keys for his truck and the gang all piled into it. They got to the hospital after about twenty minutes. Dally looked like he was ready to throw up. The gang got directions from the lady at the front desk and piled into a small hospital room where a little girl was sitting on a hospital bed. Her dark brown hair was falling out of the messy ponytail she was wearing it in and you could only see one of her nard, intense, blue eyes behind and with bandage that covered most of the left side of her face.

"You okay, kid?" Dally asked.

"Fine, the doc says I can leave tonight as long as you take care of this," she said gesturing to the sterile, white bandage. Dally nodded.

"I will," he said.

Dally's little sister leapt from the bed, pulled the IV from her hand, and jammed her feet into her shoes which were held together by several strips of duck tape. A nurse bustled in and jammed a clipboard at Dally. Dally read it and signed quickly.

The gang and Dallas's little sister clambered into the Curtis's truck and started heading home. After a little while the pain medicine she had been given caught up with her and Dally's sister fell asleep while draped across Dally and Soda's laps.

"So, what's her name?" Soda asked.

"Bo," Dally said his face unusually soft as he glances down at the bandaged face of his kid sister.

By the time they got back to the Curtis' Bo was started to wake up, but she was still out enough for Dally to have to carry her inside to get her to move. She was wide awake about ten minutes later.

"So, what happened?" Dally asked.

"I got jumped and someone pulled a gun. I dove for the ground, but it graced my cheek. The neighbors heard the gun shot and called the fuzz. The bullet didn't go through anything major so they just gave me some blood and pain meds at the hospital," Bo said. She fished around in her oversized pockets and pulled out two bottles which she handed to Dally. "I'm supposed to take one of each every four to six hours."

"Anything else?" Dally asked.

"Bruised ribs and a little fracture," Bo said with a shrug. Then she made an adorable pout and spoke in a baby-ish voice, "And a wittle guwl with a hungwy tummy."

Dally chuckled and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back with a plate of chocolate cake and a glass of water which he handed to Bo. The gang stared in amazement.

"What?" Bo finally asked after a huge bite of cake.

"You didn't even ask right for food… and Dally gave it to you," Soda said in awe. "How did you do that?"

Bo shrugged. "Dally just does stuff when I ask sometimes. I suppose it helps that I got boo-booed today."

Bo finished the cake, stretched out on the couch with her head on Soda's shoulder and her legs on Dallas, and began dozing. The gang continued their usually Saturday activities as Bo caught up on some sleep. Dallas let out a small surprised yelp as her foot kicked him hard. A glance at her face proved that she was still deep asleep, just dreaming.

Leaning over her, her wrapped on arm around her legs to keep her from lashing out and breaking something or someone and with the other arm he grabbed one of her arms and placed his hand gently on her face. "'S okay, baby, you're okay," he murmured while trying to wake her up. Soda grabbed the other flailing arm and attempted to help Dally wake Bo up.

It took a while, but they finally got the freaked out girl awake. The fear from her dream plus the pain in her ribs and cheek from the day's events was enough to spark tears in her eyes which she fought back with sniffles and blinking. "They were back, Dally," she whispered. Dallas leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around his little sister's trembling shoulders.

"Nobody's going to hurt you, baby," Dally whispered as he rocked her back and forth."I'mma take care of you. You'll be alright."

After nearly ten minutes of this Bo had fallen back asleep with her arms locked around Dally's neck.

"What the hell was that, Dal?" Darry finally asked. Dally sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair.

"Bo came to live with me after she ran away from our parents. They had been beating the sh*t out of her and she was half dead by the time she found me. She's been living with me, but not many people really know about her. Bo gets nightmares were our parents come back, kill me, and take her back." Dally's face was screwed up in anger and frustration. "No matter what I do, I can't stop them. It used to be that she would just dream that they just took her, but once I finally convinced her that I would never let them take her back she started dreaming it to where they killed me before they took her. That probably made it worse more than better."

Johnny's face was soft as he looked at Bo. "How long?" he finally asked.

"Since she was four," Dallas said. His gaze flickered in between Bo and Johnny and then to the bandage on Bo's face. "I should probably get her home. She needs her medicine, some sleep in a bed, and that bandage changed."

Darry nodded and handed Dally a sack with a wad of gauze in it. Dallas took the sack, picked up Bo, and carried her out the door.

Note: This can be seen as OOC, but its just kind of showing a softer side of Dallas. He's not a softy, but he's like that around his sister because he kind of feels like it's his fault for leaving her with their parents for so long.